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“TO MAT® IS TIIKEE MOVES.” Crimson the heart of the sea-coal fire, Bessie and I, la the ruddy glow, Her mother reads, and the old ^rundefre Dreams of his youth in the *'iongago.” Quiet and warmth, and Jove in the room, Now or never my suit to press; Where the hyacinths abed a sweet perfume. We play two gamed—one love, one chess. Queen of the red, and queen of my heart, When will you wear tuy golden ring ? Flushing her cheeks, the roses start, Slyly ahe murmurs, “Check to your king.” My pawns advance, preaa on and die; The biabopa battle In linea oblique; My brave knights flail; but I can’t tell why My heart grows strong as my game grows weak. Darling, answer me—lift your eyes; , Yonr mother sleeps, and the time approves; Speak, sweet mouth, with a glad surprise: 44 You’ll be mated, Mr, in three more moves.” Then, let this be one—and her dimpled hand Looks all the fairer for the plain gold ring; Iu vain I rally my scattered band As again she checks my poor lost king. Nearer her gold-brown curls to mine, The chess-men seem in a dark eclipse; Check! Shall I die and make no sign ? And I steal a kiss from her ripe, red lips. Mate! And her joyous eyes proclaim Who wins by love snd who in chess; And the pride of my life is the golden game That was lost when I won my darling Bess. MARCEL’S PORTION. A NOVEL IN THREE PARTS. BY SANDY DeTAVARES. [Continued from last Sunday.] I which takes place on Saturday afternoon next. I We have written to Mittie, but, of course, she ; cannot arrive before mother is buried. Will ! yon write Marcel of our bereavement? I have not the heart to give him the sad news. i •* Excuse this scrawl. Everything is in confusion, and I can scarcely see tho paper on which tbis is written, if you come to Baltimore, do not hesitate to call upon us. “Lottie Carroll.” , The conteuts of the letter were not unex- i pected to Charley, but the sudden death of Airs. Carroll surprised him. He immediately j wrote an answer, stating that he would be in j Baltimore on Friday afternoon; then he mail* | ed the letter, and meeting Tom on the way l back, told him the news he had received. I “Willgo to the funeral, I suppose,” remark ed Tom. “Will go myself. No objections, I hope? Very nice old lady. Too delicate, though, D—n me, Charley, don’t mean any ! harm, but best as it is, on my soul. That poor girl was worked half to death waiting upon her mother. Perfect angel. ” They went to Baltimore together, and the same evening, (that before the funeral), called at Mrs. Carroll’s residence. The doors and windows were all closed, and a large streamer of crape hung from the knob of the door, indicating the presence of death within. An old negro woman admitted them, at the sight of whom Tom started and was about to address her, when on a second thought he re strained himself. There was no other visitors in the parlor when the two gentlemen entered it They had not sat long when Lottie came in looking very pale, save about her eyes, which were red and swollen, as if from weeping. Her face was quite grave and sad, as she extended her hand first to Charley and afterwards to Tom. “This will be a sad visit,” she remarked. At Charley’s request she related all the j events that had transpired connected with Entered according to Act of Congress, by the Hkbald her mother’s death. Mrs. Carroll had been Ptbushing Company, in the office of the Libra-1 Qnasua |} y wea k the day previous, but had rian at ashmgton. j nQ j. a pp eare( j worse. She bad been lifted from the bed and taken to the parlor in the morning, where she remained seated by the j fire until dark. Her conversation had not I indicated the slightest premonition of death, the doctor himself, when he paid her his usu- ; ai morning visit, never suspecting her end to be so near. At about 6 o’clock she was re- 1 turned to bed, by the side, of which Lottie had sat and read aloud to the invalid until 10 o'clock, when she fell asleep, and the poor girl, worn out from fatigue, retired to an ad joining room, within easy call ot her mother, near whom, on a table, was the bell rope, and slept till daybreak. On waking she arose and hurried to her mother, to find her lying calm ly on her back quite dead. The supposition was that she had died soon after falling asleep —probably before Lottie had retired. While Charley and Lottie were talking, Tom, feeling uncomfortable from the heat of thft apartment, had left it and entered the hallway, through which the winter wind was passing from a crevice in the door. As he entered, the old negro woman who had ad mitted him came out from a room opposite the parlor. “Hello, Matilda !” said he suddenly. She turned, on hearing the voice, and np- proached him. “That’s my name you called,” she remark ed, alter gazing at him intently for a few sec ond. 44 ’Pears I has seen you somewhere, but I can’t remember.” “Know you very well,” he replied. “Is Mrs. Lander in? Will you tell her that Mr. Thomas—no, here’s my card. Tell Mrs. Lan der that the gentleman who gave you the card would like to have an interview with her” She took the card which he gave her with a half-puzzled look, and then re-entered the room. Tom returned to the parlor, but had not been seated long, when the old negro wo man came in and said that Mrs. Lander would like to see Mr. Suckers. Charley was very much annoyed at this, as he instantly suspected that Tom had had somethiDg to do with the invitation. Lottie, too, seemed somewhat surprised, as it was very rare in deed that her aunt received visitors, and the time was so peculiarly unpropitious for visits that it did seem singular. However, neither made any remarks when Tom arose and left the room, although before he left the house Charley apologized to Lottie lor what he termed the very rude conduct of his compan ion. Tom fonnd Mrs. Lander seated in an arm chair near a table in the centre of the room, just as Marcel had described her. She was very thin, and that much of her hair seen was quite grey. Her face was deeply furrowed with wrinkles, aud the hand with which waved almost transparent, save PART SECOND. CHAPTER X. MR, THOMAS SUCKERS MEETS MRS. LANDER. Charley returned to Goram utterly wretch ed. He had told Lottie of his love for her, after fully determining never to breathe a word in her presence likely to acquaint her of his sentiments towards her. He knew how hopeless it was to effect a reciprocation. Throughout their intercourse she had ever been kind, attentive, and it may be that she had exhibited a preference for his society. But this preference was not of a character to warrant his cherishing the belief that she had made a mistake in engaging herself to MarceL It was of a purely friendly nature. Whether alone with him or in the presence of others, there had been no difference in her manner. The same gentleness, the same kind ness and the friendly ajipreciation of him marked her conduct He retained her letters until after her re turn to Baltimore, ot which she wrote him in her mother’s name. Then he renewed his monthly trips. But their meetings, which had been free and unmarked by the strict de mands of etiquette before he visited the Springs, were now formal and constrained. Not that she was less kind, or treated him with less courtesy. Indeed sheappered anxious to pay him all the attention she possibly oould, without seeming to be making advances. Only once was the interview by the precipice broached between them, and that was on the occasion of his first trip subsequent to their return. He then asked her if she had written Marcel* informing him of what had taken place between them. She replied that she had intended to, but changed her mind, as she thought it best to wait till he returned from Europe. And, besides. tli6 least said about it the better. There was a delicacy in her consideration for him which touched Charley. She did not say so, but he knew how jealons Marcel was, aud had made np his miod to become estranged from the young man when he was made aware of what had transpired. This, doubtless, was the grow ing reason that impelled Lottie not to ac quaint her intended of it. The subject was never after broached be tween them. Twice he allowed Tom to ac company him, and that sociable individual did not fail to ingratiate himself into the fa vor of Mrs. Carroll and her daughter, both of whom were delighted with his oddities and I him to a seat w; eccentricities. Late in the autumn Lottie informed Char ley that her aunt had returned, but without Mittie, who had obtained permission from her mother to spend the winter months with some friends in New Orleans. When Tom heard this, he hinted broadly that bo would like to call upon Mrs. Lander, but the hint was not taken; so he was compelled to forego the satisfaction of ascertaining whether that lady was the same Belie Lauroussini, whose life h® had saved so many years before. The winter set in early that year. Marcel wrote that be would probably return during the following spring, and expressed much sorrow and uneasiness at hearing that the health of Mrs. Carroll continued to gTow worse. The doctors had, in fact, recommen ded her to go down South, but she delayed nntil the snow had fallen, and the ice had formed before she made np her mind. Then it was toG late for her to travel. The spas modic attack* became more frequent, each one leaving her weaker than ever. On his visit to Baltimore in November was the last time Charley ever saw her alive. She was then bolstered op by pillows in a rock ing chair, and so feeble that her voice could barely reach his ear. Conversing with him, she remarked half sadly, that she believed her end was near. “Not that I am afraid to die, dear Mr. Fradden,” she observed. 44 but I should like to live until* after Mittie and Lottie are mar ried and comfortably settled in life. Of course they will never want, for all that I am worth will go to them.” For the first time Charley was made aware (and the reader too, by the way,) that Mittie was only the adopted daughter of MrtL Car- roll, and not her own child. Marcel had known it for a great while, but the fact must have slipped his memory, for he had never mentioned it. No observer would have sup posed this to be the case, tor there was no difference made be tween the two girls. Mrs. Carroll, it is true, displayed in her action®, though never in words, a warmer attachment for Lottie; but then that might have arisen from the devoted attention which Lottie paid her. The girl was almost her sole attendant. She bore, un- murmurmgly, all the whims and caprices of her aick mother, and never seemed to tire of staying up with bar at nights, or of depriving herself of all recreation to supply Mrs. Car- roll’s wants. On the other hand, Mittie, though never lacking in affection, was colder and less calculated to become a favorite. She was unsuited in temperament to become the nurse of a sick person, and that, more than anything else, accounted for he r frequent vis where the blue veins bulged out lrom beneath the skin. Had Tom met her on the streets he never would have suspected her to be the once beau tiful Belle Lauroussini. As it was, only the story in connection with her he had heard from Marcel enabled him to trace oat the lineaments of the woman whom he once knew. But one feature about her had not changed. The ravages of Time had left on touched the bright black eyes whose bril liancy had once fascinated Henry Van Dusen. While in ail else she was a wreck of her for mer self, these had remained undimmed to a wonderful degree. Her voice, too, when she spoke was clear, steady and quite unlike the quavering accents of age. Nearly fourteen years bad passed since Tom last saw her. She was not yet fifty years of age, and yet she seemed in all, save in her eyes and voice, a feeble old woman of seventy. “Mr. Suckers desired to see me,” 6he said, waving him to a seat near her. 44 1 suppose from his recognizing my slave that he sus pects who I am.” 44 Yes, madam,” be returned; “ never would have known you, tkongb, had I met you. Great changes. All of us change. Have grown old myself. Can hardly believe that I see before me Miss Belle Lauronssini—” JSbe interrupted him with a slight gesture. 44 Do not use that name again,” she said almost fiercely. 44 1 have not heard it for fourteen years. I am Mrs. Lander. Well, now that you have found me out, let me know what I can do for you. What made you wish to see me ? '* The quick, abrupt manner in which she spoke pained Tom, for he bad not expected such a reception. She had not expressed the slightest pleasure or surprise at seeing him, neither had she displayed any particular in terest in his visit. 44 Renewing old associations, madam,” he re plied, with a touch of pique in his voice. “Old memories will come back every nowand then. I have not forgotten you. Have been anxious to see you for many years.” “Did I not tell yon in Goram fourteen years ago that I had cast aside old associations for ever?” And she looked at him impatiently. “So yon did. But I can’t forget ’em and you can’t madam. “Well, what does this amount to?” she asked, “Can I serve you?” “Serve me. No, not that I am aware o ( ." “I forget. You would never take pay for the services you rendered me. Well, you have a claim upon me. How can I repay it.” “Can’t be paid” he answered, bluntly. “Is it anything strange that after all these years I should feel a desire to hear from you all that its to her aunt and numerous lengthened j bos occurred with you since we met. D—d. tours to the South. It was early in December when, on Charley g oing to the office, he fonnd the following stter on his desk, addressed to him and marked 44 In Haste* on the outside of the en velope; 44 Tuesday Evening, Dec. 0. “ Dear Friend ;—Poor mother is gone. We found her lying dead in bed this morning, having apparently passed away quite calmly. The doctor thinks that she did not suffer much. May God sustain me in this great sorrow! I have lost the kindest, dearest and beat parent that ever lived. Aunt Lander is in the house now. She advised me to write you; as mother thought so much of you, it might be your desire to attend her funeral, Ah-hem—madam, there was a time when Tom Suckers would receive a little better treatment at your hands.” She rested her elbow upon the table, and placing her chin upon the palm of her hand gave him a searching glance. “Perhaps you are right,” she said. “But those days are gone forever. Still, 1 doubt less owe you some courtesy. Well, do you wish to hear my history ? It is quickly told. The last time I saw you in Goram I had been the wife of Mr. Lander for two years. He died four years later. I have lived in Balti more ail this time. That is about all that my history amounts to. Are you satisfied ?” “But, my little pet,” exclaimed Tom with emotion, “I know she is dead, bnt I would like to hear all about her to the day she died. Marcel told mo that yon had a daughter who died, aud I felt certain it was her.” “So he was speaking to-you of me,” she observed. “ He told you she was dead. What will it avail you to hear of the sickness, suf fering aud final death of the child? Is not the faot of her death sufficient? I remem ber, now, you took quite a liking to her. Well, she is, as you know, dead.” Tom was quite overcome, as much by the picture of his little Pet which be had con jured up in his mind as by the utterly indif ferent manner in which sho spok of it. For a brief while he buried his face in his hand, she, meantime, gazing upon him with a face half scornfal, half curious. 44 So you know that boy, Marcel VanDu- sen ?” she said at length. | “I have known him ever since his father died. ” •‘And he has been speakiDg to you about me,” sho went on. “Well, what did he say of me ? Pshaw, man!” she continued, on perceiving that Tom hesitated. “You can not tell me anything that I would not care to* hear. He does not like me, I know that as well as you do. I bate him.” There was a depth of feeling, a concentra tion of animosity in the sharp, energetic manner in which she uttered the last three words, that startled Tom. “Hate him?" he replied. 44 He told me that you said you did. But for what?” She laughed bitterly as she replied: “Because he is Henry Van Dusen’s son. Did I not tell you eighteen years ago that I would hate that man and everything that be longed to him.” “Marcel never harmed you. He cannot be held accountable tor his lather’s crimes.” •‘And why not?” she asked sharply. ‘It’s inhuman; it’s unchristian,” returned Tom, gravely. She bent over the table and her eyes glit tered as she shook her head, and gazed stead ily at Tom, saying; What’s inhuman? Did he display hu manity when be seduced me and cast me away the moment he grew tired of me ? Did he display Christianity when ho thrust me in a lunatic asylum because I followed him, pray ing for him to marry aDd make an honora ble woman of me ? Pshaw, man, your phi lo3opby is poor. It has not even the merit of originality. If Christian doctrines were to be enforced that boy would suffer for the sins of his father. It is laid down so in the liible, I believe, lor I have not read oue for twenty years.” “But you have threatened Marcel,” Tom remarked. “Now what good cau that do you ? What harm can it do him ?” “What business is that of yours ?” she re returned. “Do you suppose that any services you may have rendered me in years gone by give you the right to catechise me? Listen, once for all. When I am as cold in death as is that poor woman upstairs, my hatred of every thing ever held dear by Henry Van- Duseu will cease. Not before.” “I called to see you” said Tom rising, “to ask you not to do anything that can make Marcel unhappy. No use though, I see. Will have your own way, I am afraid. Will not trouble you again. But Tom Suckers will speak plainly before he leaves you forever. Don’t believe you can harm Marcel, but you might be able to make him miserable. Women can do anything that way when the bad spirit enters them. Said I’d talk plainly, and I shall. Will warn Marcel against you. Didn’t wish to do it, but will tell him who you are—put him on his guard. He must keep away from you.” “You may tell him anything you wish,” she replied fiercely.” “You may tell him the wost possible thing of me. Write him to-day, and the day after he returns to America, he will hurry to Baltimore and come to my house. For eighteen years I have been with out a god, cherishing in my heart but one sentiment and one hope. Need I tell you what it is ? Failing to strike him as I wished, it is to live aud see the last being that Henry Van Dusan left behind to remind me of all the misery and degradation I have suffered, nimself suffering all I have endured. Now, leave me. Why do you stand there staring at me!” she added, upon observing Tom in tently gazing upon her. “Do you observe anything singular about me, except this old, withered face?” She waved him off again, aud he, without returning an answer, silently left the room. Soon after, Charley took leave of Lottie, and the two men returned to their hotel. On their way the young man severely censured Tom for seeking an interview with Mrs. Lau der at such a time. “Look here, Charley,”lie replied, stopping suddenly in the street and placing his hand on the other’s shoulder. 44 D—n me, there’s no use getting mad. I've known that woman for eighteen years—have served her as I never served another woman. Some of these days I will tell you all about her. Don’t be trou bled about my soeing her. Will say this much,” he added, at the same time requesting Charley to him: “ Have had a queer in terview. Believe Mrs. Lander is mad.” “ Mad on a single subject,” he answered. Charley endeavored to obtain an explana tion for this singular belief, but Tom refused to gratify him. He declared that chance made him acquainted with the secret, and Tom Suckers wasn’t the man to reveal it to any others except by permission, or to those personally interested in the matter. The next day, followed by a large con course of mourning friends, the remains of Mrs. Carroll were consigned to their last rest ing place in the family vault. The funeral services, as performed according to the Epis copal rites, were quite impressive, and the eulogy pronounced on the virtues of the de ceased lady as appropriate as they were touch ing. Mrs. Lander did not accompany the body to the cemetery, neither had she been seen by those who called at the house. On their return, Charley, at her request, accompanied Lottie home, and while on the way he inci dentally referred to the absence of her aunt. She then told him that the old lady had sat by the corpse throughout tho night, the great er part of the time alone with it. Although she had wept freely, Lottie's grief was not of a demonstrative character. She appeared to feel keenly the loss sho had sustained, bu* years of attendance on her mother had gradually prepared her to meet the inevitable in a spirit of resignation. Per haps, too, she felt that death had been a kind relief to thepoor woman alter so many months of suffering. And so it had. Years before the physicians had told Mrs. Carroll that her ailment-spasms of tho heart—were incurablo and that though she might live for years, she might also die at any moment. The strong constitution which she originally possessed had enabled her to sustain life, and even pass months at a time in comparative health, but the constant recurrence ol the attacks had caused intense suffering, and made her look forward without fear to the final day. But for the sake ot her two girls, the unfortunate lady would have welcomed death writh avidity. And all the devotion which Lottie had shown her can never be told. 1 have touched but lightly upon this subject, because, under any aspect, it is an unwelcome one. But if ever a gentlo being deserved eternal blessings for her filial affection, Lottie did. Long years after, when her life was clouded, she could look back upon those days and thank God for having taught her the virtue of resig nation in a school where it is most deeply tried, if also where it is most sternly taught. When Charley left Lottie at the door, he asked her to let him know whon sho would be able to see him again—not then, but during the next month, upon tho arrival of Marcel’s letter. She promised to do so, and stated, incidentally, that sho expected either to re main in tho house or to live at her aunt’s res idence. Mrs. Lander, her mother had often told her, would be, in conjunction with her old friend, Mr. Koppered, of Goram, the guardian of herself and Mittie. Mr. Kopper- ed’s absence from the funeral was explained by the fact of that gentleman being confined in bed at home with a touch of the rheuma tism. Marcel’s choice, be wrote, bat the property must be turned over to him in person, aDd not to any agent, which refusal was due more to Mr. Fradden's timidity and fear of conse- j queuces, than to Mr. Gre^nmount’s con- I sciousness. CHAPTER XI. j But while Tom cherished a most inveterate Instead of returning home during the ( dislike for Mr. Sniff, and tho latter scarcely Spring following, as he had decided upon do ing, Marcel remained in Europe until in the Autumn. He had heard of Mrs.JCarrol’s death through Charley, and had written a letter to Personals. Henry Watterson is in New York. London is full of starving journalists. Louis Carey has returned from Europe. Henry Ward Beecher drives a four-in-hi The Rev. Dr. Yocum murries people in ( Lottie expressing the deepest regret. Charley he wrote that the arrrangement whereby the girls were to live with their aunt, or she with them was quite unsatisfactory, although he admitted that it was quite natural and to have been expected. “I don't like Mrs. Lander,” he continued, and that’s the whole truth of the matter. For some cause or other, of which I am ignor ant, she hates me bitterly. I have a notion that my father jilted her when she was yonng. Now, I dare say, ho was a very wild man, still I cannot submit to have his memory con tinually insulted in my presence. The worst of the thing is that I will be compelled to see her now that poor Mrs. Carroll is dead aud she is guardian of the girls. I foresee she will either retuse to let Lottie marry me or she will annoy me to death. However, I must get Old Koppered on my side^. What a queer notion it was of Mr?.Osrroli’s to appoint him administrator of the estate.” In conclusion, Marcel announced that, in consequence of the death of Mrs. Carroll, he should remain in Europe for another year; so that by the time he returned the gins would be out of mourning. He thought that the best plan under the circumstances, and short ly after he wrote that he was about starting on a tour to Turkey and Russia, ar.d would be absent, for several months. As a matter of course, the monthly visits to Baltimore were continued by Charley. Lottie received a letter regularly, but Mittie only occasionally hedrd from Marcel. The few times that he met her, Charley noted the look of disappointment that would overspread her features whenever he announced that no letter had come for her, and he saw also tho glance she would give Lottie when that young lady retired to read that she had received, so full of jealousy and almost animosity, that he mentally decided Mittie in love with Marcel. He did not know, however, that she had spoken to Mrs. Lauder about Lottie’s corres pondence with Marcel, and that the old lady had demanded to see it. Lottie, though very indignant at this command, had complied disguised, under his cautiously expressed j ciunati. words, his reciprocation of the other’s dislike, j p. ao , rtB they remained on speaking terms. Indeed, ?? n °- f Hlnwn lower ' f they could hardly have done otherwise, for! f h rt - er * genius. Tom frequently published little puffs in the Ex-Senator Foote, of Mississippi, it is siid Repeater thnt beuefitted Mr. Koppered, and ns i be B’ ,en a South American mission, he invariably desired a loan immediately j M. K.dc’s next duel will be with a French after, and was always sent to Mr. Sniff for the | judge aud jnry. money, they could not help speaking to each , . ", .. , ,, , other A son aod daughter ot the fame ‘•Hello, Mr. Soiff!" said Charley, ns their ! Rockett are living near Acton, h d eyes met, “what brings you to Baltimore ?” Ae * ft8 - “Business, Mr. Fradden.” he replied; and i Professor Wise will take a Skye terrier up he heaved a sigh as he added, “Do you think with him to “ bay deep-mouthed welcome to that pleasure could bring me to a city where my fellow-beings are sold at auction like sheep ? The Lord forbid!” And he rolled his eyes. “Very moral,” sneered Tom. “Have a strong mind to stand iu the middle of this depot and hail out to the crowd that you’re an Abolitionist. Tell ’em you subscribed money towards stealing negroes from their owners. Saw you give two dollars one day. Can’t deny it. D —n me, it would be glorious fun to see you tarred and feathered and rode on a rail. ” The idea of seeing the Moral man thus treated was so irresistibly comic that both Tom and Charley laughed. The latter, how ever, soon stopped on observing that Mr. Soiff was becoming very mnch terrified. “Come, T< such things.” “I appeal to you, Mr. Fradden, for protec tion,” observed Mr. Sniff, stepping close be side tho young man; “I believe Mr. Suckers capable of carrying out his threat.” “ D—n me, if I ain’t,” returned that person savagely. 44 I’d do it, only the whole South would be blamed if you were hurt. Go ahead,” he added, shaking his caue at Mr. Sniff. “Would like to souse you in a duck pond. Feel like as if molasses was running down my back whenever you’re near me. Remember what you said about venality the other day. Will show you yet who’s the big gest scamp.” You hear him, Mr. Fradden,” said Mr. Europe.” Governor Kellogg, of Louisiana, has the “break-bone” lever, according to the New Orleans Republican. The editor of the Germantown Chronicle is writing a series of capital letters to that paper from New England. Donn Pifttt says: “An Englishman has to be very hungry before he will break over the social battler sanctioned by law and sanctified by time.” One 44 Elder M arvin Lutz” has established a new religious sect in New Haven under the name of the “Free Christians.” the doctrines whereof are said to be highly improper. Ned Buntline, the sensation novelist, while - - § intoxicated, on Friday last, shot the en- said he, 44 don t joke about; gineer of the steamer Cheysteriah, slightly wounding him. — [New York Times. Colonel Roundel), an English traveller, who undertook to explore the interior of Persia in the disguise of a peasant, is believed to be dead, as no tidings have reached his friends for several years. A writer in the New York Evening Post thinks that if Mr. Darwin be right in his theo ries, it is quite as honorable to have raised ourselves from apes as to have fallen from angels. A curious resemblance appears in the names of two young ladies of New York state who were recently seriously injured by being thrown from their carriages. Miss Ella Sniff, becoming bolder. “Yon hear him vil- Klock, at Rome, and Miss Della Locke, at lifying and threatening me. I could tell you things, Mr. Fradden, that,,if you are a moral can ouly be accounted for upon the supposi tion that the instinctive partiality shown Lot tie by her mother was distasteful to the proud, haughty girl aud made any other society pret- erable. And yet it cannot be denied that she dearly loved Mrs. Carroll—not with that calm, tender and considerate love which is always the most beautiful aud acceptable, but with that kind of affection which will be demon strative one day and on the very next seemed to have vanished aud given place to an icy coldness. Singular as it might seem, Mittie had never met Mr. Koppered, although that worthy old gentleman had twice written her, expressing the hope that when next he visited Baltimore she would be at home. Unfortunately for immediately. But shall I do aught the bread out of the mouth of even the un worthy? Good day Mr. Fradden.” And clasping his hands around his umbrella, he strode off with a solemn countenance. “D—dest hypocrite in Goram,” observed Tom looking after him. “Makes me think of snakes every time I see him. Let’s go on. Got to see Mrs. Lander to-day.” with it by showing all the letters written lor i mau * would make you discharge that person the inspection of any person, retaining, how- immediately. But shall I do aught to take ever, those tender missives which were in tended for her alone, and were regarded as treasures too sacred for profane eyes to gaze upon. No doubt there was a little duplicity in thus circumventing her imperious aunt and jealous cousin; but as all things are fair in love, as in war ; I cannot well see how she can be blamed. If Mittie had seldom displayed affection to her sister before, her conduct had, at least, been marked by a certain consideration for Lottie. After Mrs. Carroll’s death she be came colder and more distant every day. Quick, passionate and self-willed, she could not brook the imperiousness of her aunt, and with apparent indifference she would accept invitations to spend entire months with friends, leaving Lottie to bear all the whims and caprices of an eccentric old woman. How Mittie could have consented to be as often with Mrs. Lander in the days past, as she was, Camden. Mrs. Elizabeth Leatherlund, 110 years of age, reaped two sheaves of wheat on Aug. 14, in a field belonging to Mr. John Mead, of Tring, in Herts, England. Her baptismal certificate may be seen at Mr. Tompkins’, ironmonger, Tring. The grief of a child that had lost its hat. in the East river, at New York, the other day touched the heart of Mr. Robert Kiernan, and jumping in to get the hat, he was taken with They went to the hotel, had dinner and j crftQ1 P an ^ drowned, then started for Mrs. Carroll s residence, at A clairvoyant visited the editorial rooms of which the girls were still living, although j the Chicago Journal not long ago and “read they occasionally spent a few weeks at Mrs. Lander’s honse. When they arrived, Lottie alone was at home, her sister having gone shopping and her aunt being at her own house. although, these nectarinn compounds being somewhat expensive, the native consumer seldom goes in for a whole drink all to him self; and there are few quainter sights in the big building, crowded as it is with extraordi nary objects, than three heavily-bearded and spectacled Viennese sitting round a small marble-topped table, on which stands one him, Lottie had remarked to her sister that he j amber-colored sherry-cobbler, their three had spoken regretfully of not having seen her | straws plunged into its cool depths, their since he assumed th^adnijuistration of the j three heads in close proximity, their pow- the thoughts of all present.” He might have found much fresher and finer reading in a patent office report if be bad known it Couritr-JoiunaL Sir Samuel and Dr. Livingstone will have Tom stayed but a few minutes after learn- ’ to use their African weapons on each other to ing thnt Mrs. Lander was not there. He took 1 decide which is right about the country they his departure, leaving Charley and Lottie have explored. A duel would settle' their alone. I geographical differences. TO BE CONTINUED IN NEXT SUNDAY S HERALD, j Madame NilsSOC-RoUZaud, who will arrive * ’ ’ * j from Europe m a few days, will be escorted up American Drinks at the Vienna Exhibi- j New York Bay by a large party of ladies and tion.—The special correspondent ot the J gentlemen friends, who have chartered a London Daily Telegraph at Vienna, writing ' steamer, and will be on tho look-out for the on August 11, alter a week of very hot! Cunarder. weather, says: “The American bars, three An English reviewer thinks that Jonathau in number, drove a roariug trade. The Aus- Edwards was by nature intended to be a med- triaus have taken to cobblers and juleps | itative professor in a German university, with a heartiness bordering on enthusiasm rather than a minister in a restless and money making colony with a craving for excitement of all kinds. Edward Everett Hale has carefully studied the ritual question in Europe, and has come to the conclusion that the English liturgy is far more impressive and beautiful as a for m of worship than the Roman Catholic. The duchess of Inverness has bequeathed much of the property left by her husband, the j duke of Sussex, to various members of the estate. Tbis information being accompanied j ers of unction strained* to top pressure,* lest! roy * 1 *““%• It is understood that the prin- by an intimation that some respect was due an y one of the three should’get the’ bet- P r “.° f him, made Mittie angry, aud the week before ; ter of his co-investors in the beverage to the {J 10 Princess Mary Adelaide, and the duke of Mr. Koppered announced that ho would be iu extent of half a teaspoouful. Under the in- ° amt)nd g fc - Baltimore, she purposely started for Washing- > fluence of this virtuous emulation, the cob-! Since Miss Maggie Elphich, the Connecti- ton to spend a month with some friends. ' bier vanishes like the card of a conjuror’s cut oysterman’s daughter, pulled young Sims This almost rude conduct quite surprised hiru, i trick, after which each competitor imbibes a out ot the bay a* Greenwich, she has received for he was not aware of the ill will existing on j huge draught ot'cold water, for which there ft dozen offers of marriage, and the Connecti- the part of Mittie towards her sister. He, j i s no charge, and pockets his straw. The ! cut girls ft re now inquiring, “Mother, may I however,^ said nothing on the subject in reply ; straws are immensely popular here. I have 8° out to swim?” to Lottie’s apologies, except to remark good- seen persons of both sexes sucking up beer, ; We see by a New York paper that there is a humoredly tlias he hoped to have better lack coffee, and *ph>in soda’ through them with an ! man in Troy who has done business about a next time. evident sense of exquisite and refined enjoy-i year without expending a dollar in advertis- Knowing that Mrs. Lander disliked him, ; menL The bar-keepers tell me that the Aus-; ing. He has at last consented to advertise. Marcel had written Lottie asking her permis- 1 trian aD d German ladies generally carry them j His first advertisement was headed “Sheriff's sion for him to inform the old gentleman of a way in their hair, through the lrizzy masses Sale.” If you would avoid his late, advertise of which they stick them in the manner of j in the Herald. The bar in the Rotunda slartei with a their relations. She had replied, consenting to abide by whatever course he deemed best to pursue, but stating she thought him preju diced against her aunt, who could have no objection that sho knew of, to their marryi ng. At any rate, she asked him if it would not be more courteous to wait until Mrs. Lander had given him a refusal, especially as her dis like tor him dated back over four years ago, and as she had never spoken an unkind word of him in her presence, it was likely that all animosity had passed away. In answer, he informed her that upon further reflection, he had decided to let the matter rest. If Mrs. Lander reiused to consent to their marriage on his return, he would marry her in spite of such refusal, and the most the old lady could do would be to withhold Lottie’s j trnm h<»r nntil kIia tWRiitv. I pins. stock of 300,000, but has been obliged to re new its supplies twice since commencing bus iness. About a hundred different descriptions of artful drink are made at this bar: but the only one that seems to have laid hold of the Austrian public is tho cobbler. Ten cobblers are drunk for every julip, cocktail, sling, smash, fir, or Cbamparello. The drinking kiosqiies outside the building—English and German—have found it to their iuterest to provide cobblers for their insatiable custo mers. ” A Criminal or Madman ? ^ B A man caUiog himself Alexander Brown property irom her until she became tweuty- recently shipped ou an English vessel io San one years of age. As he was wealthy that Francisco as a sailor. He was a stranger to would make no difference to him, while it j the captain aud agent, but it was several days would materially benefit the property. j before the ship was ready to sail and in the And so the time passed oft until the middle meantime he proved himself a competent of autumn, when a letter came from Marcel sailor, and appeared to be very jovial. On been enabled to contribute to a work of great announcing that he would return to America the dav the v. ssel was readv to sail his mood pacification, and speaks cf the two countries A writer in the Savannah News says of the Hon. B. H. Hill: “If losing fifty thousand dollars in a few years at planting can qualify a man for giving advice to agriculturists, then is it appropriate that Farmer Hill should lec ture at county fairs and give the hardy yeo manry of Georgia the benefit ol his skill and experience.” The mother of Bou-Mezrag, the Arab chief condemned to death for his share in the last insurrection against the French, arrived in Paris some days back to solicit the life of her son. Her efforts have been crowned with success, as the President of the republic, at the intercession of Madame MacM&lion, has signed an order for a commutation ot the man’s punishment. Count Sclopis, the President of the Geneva Tribunal, has written a note accepting the testimonial presented him by the United Suites Government He says he rejoices at having during the following month. Charley carried the news to Baltimore in the missives be had for Lottie aud for Mittie. Torn accompanied him, and both were surprised, when they alighted at the Baltimore depot, to see issu ing from the next car no other individual than Mr. Ezekiah Sniff. Age was showing itself upon the Moral man. but showing itself gently and as if with re morse. He was ns sleek and respectable in changed and he appeared to be iu great dis- j concerned in the result ns having set an ex- tress of mind. He asked the mate for an j ample which he hopes will be*r its fruit iu interview with him in the cabin, j future. aud there Brown made the mate’s blood run Mr. Winwood Reade, the well known trav- chill with terror at the history he gave of i eler, says the Ashantce general* occupy the himself. According to his own account, lie } rear in battle, and cut down ail those who re- had been guilty of all the crimes men ever j treat. If the buttle is lost they kill tliem- thought of commit’iug, aud he particularized ! selves. One suicide ot this kind was w itness- one horrible murder he had committed in I ed by Mr. Reade on the Volta. Some allies New York six years ago. He could not bear his appearance as on tho day he received the | the shadows ot his terrible secrets any longer i - 3 " 11 * n n ~ T and wanted justice. Ho had foiled the'officers of the law, and could not endure the thought of escaping from tho country on tho vessel. At his owu request the mate placed hiui in irons. When the captain returned to the ship Brown was turned over to the San Francisco authorities, who have been occupied ever since in taking down his confearion. Now they have got it they are afraid to use it until it is confirmed by other evidence, as several prom inent public men are implicated iu the series of crimes rehearsed. One police officer pre- first one hundred dollars lrom Belle Lenr- rousvsini as a reward for watching the move ments of Henry Van Dusen. His features, if even a trifle wrinkled, wore as sanctimonious an air as when he assisted at the prayer meet ing for the repose of tho souls of Pious Fraud martyrs. The pious roll of his eyes, the gentle clasping ot his baud, tho slow', sermon-like enunciation of his words, were there unchanged and unchan gable, as was the veritable white cravat that gave him tho air of a Methodist preacher. Between Tom and Mr. Sniff there had been no love lost daring all the years that had passed. Although toward others time had softened tho acidity of Tom’s temper, and ho had even beeu known to engage in a quar rel with another without threatening to smash the head of his antagonist, towards Mr. Sniff he maintained tho same ill-feeling. It had been, if anything, aggravated by tho knowl edge that while Marcel had not written tho venal journalist for nearly three years (ho had ceased corresponding* with Tom eighteen mouths after his arrival in Europe,) ho had kept up a regular correspondence with the moral man. Nay, Marcel had done more, though Tom was not aware of it Whon Mr. Grecnmount wrote to him on his attaining his twenty-first birthday, advising him to re turn at once and tako possession of his prop erty, as he, the philosopher, desired to have it off his hands, tho young man had author ized his guardian to turn it over to Mr, Eze kiah Sniff, whom ho appointed hiH agent. Mr. Greenmount returned a deoided refusal to this instruction. He heartily approved of A correspondent writes- “It ; curious that Mrs. Ann Eliza wife No. 17 of Brigham Young been wholly unknown until fc brought her to notice. We Mrs. Youngs, but never heart until quite lately. There ar» Aun Angell Young, Lucy Dec tended to recognize Brown as a burglar whom j Clara Decker Young, Harr? he arrested fifteen years ago,, but who escaped ! Lucy Bigelow Young, Mr from custody. Brown readily acknowledged 1 Martha Barker Young. Harr of the English bad defeated some allies of the Ashantees. Tho Ashantee chief, who was present, threw the insignia of his rank into the river, and then, sitting on a powder bar rel, blew himself into the air. not a little tho fact, and seemed to be ready to agree to anything that linked him with crime. His confession is so tremendous that his keepers do not believe it, and have conic to tho rational conclusion that he is a madman. As it was not fitting that a balloon should cross the Atlantic without a representative of the Tribune on board, we engaged the services of a capable correspondent, and applied to the Graphic lor a place in the air-ship. Ia reply, we ware informed that there will be only room for lour in the balloon, and that tho party will consist of Messrs. Wise and Don aldson, a navigator, and the Graphio corres pondent The world must therefore rely upon the imagination and memory of this family circle for its account of the trip,—A' Y. Tribune. Eliza Burgess Young, Ellen Susan Suively Young. Jemi Margaret Alley Young, Yonng, Mrs. Hampton Y Bigelow Y’oung, Mre. Eme Eliza Roxy Snow Young, Young. Amelia Partridge Cobb Yonng, Mrs. Smith Y Young, Amelia Folsom Y T - two others; bat nowhere d among the wives of tho v revelator, such a person as Young. Yet that she is wives of Brigham is cert» should have escaped notiv < surprising, as who could keep tl such a crowd of Mrs. Youngs? Prophet is not to be blamed for her: for what husband could divid among twenty, or even 4 Dr. lioiul, ore of the first Governor-; ol llli- • make every one thibk she Ha l uois, lives at Grand Tower. I of attention ?