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higher respect for her than ever before Improved that she was a woman who could be as heroic in suffering as a man was bound to be in action. When the vessel resumed her voyage from Bellevue, it came to anchor first at the fort, then at the town. Dr. Gordon was anxious to obtain from his cousin, who was the most reliable authority on the subject, all the intelligence of his children received during his absence, and to determine as quickly as possible what more could be attempted on their behalf. To his disquiet, and indeed his distress, he learned that none had been obtained, not a word, nor even a sign, since his own tour. It seemed to him as if the sensible remark of the Indian hunter at Cape Sable possessed an almost prophetic signifi cance: “If the father of the missing chil dren lias looked for them thus far in vain, no one else need try.” His fears that a renewed distress would soon prey upon the yet feeble health of his wife was just beginning to be realized, when a small but graceful little vessel moved swiftly in from the distant bar. It was a pilot boat. Besides two white men aboard, who were evidently sailors, there was a lady sitting on the scanty after deck, with a small black servant beside her, while an elderly Indian leaned against the mast, and seemed to exchange words with her. A glance through the spy-glass informed Dr. Gordon that the lady was his expected sister, Mrs. Mclntosh ; he, therefore, waved a signal with his hand kerchief, and pointed to a temporary wharf erected by him at a place conveni ent for landing. The joy of meeting a dearly beloved sister was, however, miserably dashed with the dread of making to her that un satisfactory report of the missing ones, which was all that he had to give. Iler first inquiry, after salutation, was on that point, of course, and he replied by telling her the truth, though in as hopeful a light as he could. She bore the disappoint ment with all the quietness that might be expected of a woman strong both in mind and heart, and ere they reached the house she was ready to unite with him in trying to cheer the drooping spirit of her sister in-law. “Who are those you have aboard?” asked he, soon after the first inquiries on both sides had been disposed of. “ I see two white men and an Indian.” “One of the white men is the owner of the boat, a Scotchman, by name of Dun bar,” she replied; “the other is a hired man, who wishes to stop at Tampa. The Indian is an old neighbor of ours, and a firm friend of Harold’s.” H U K KE ’ S WEEKLY. “What! old Torgah ?” asked Dr. Gor don. “ Yes >” she replied; “ but how do you know anything of him ?” “Through Harold himself, who took mo to sec him the last time I made you a visit,” Dr. Gordon said; “and besides that, he has so often mentioned his name since his stay with me, that it has become quite a household word. I judge from what he says that old Torgah must boa shrewd hunter, as well as faithful friend.” “ There was no keeping him back when he heard of Harold’s misfortune,” added Mrs. Mclntosh. “He begged only to be brought to Tampa, and to be told where the young folks were last seen, saying that he had friends among the Uchees and Yemassees of these parts, who would help him, and that he himself used to be familiar with the coast.” “ I am glad you brought him,” said Dr. Gordon, “and have no doubt he will be useful.” “lie was dreadfully sea-sick on the voyage,” Mrs. Mclntosh continued, “and says he will never put his foot on a ves sel’s deck again ; but that if you will on ly tell him which way to go he will set off to-morrow.” Torgah was immediately relieved from his weariness of the vessel by being call ed ashore and assigned quarters in an outer room of the premises, with the promise that he should soon have the opportunity to go, as he desired, in search of his young friend ; and word was sent to Somassee to come as soon as possible in one of the canoes, prepared to go with a newly-arrived Alabama Indian on ano ther exploring tour. There was not the delay of a day, or of an hour, on any one’s part in the needful preparations. Even Mrs. Gordon, who had previously been so feeble, but whose health and spirits seemed to revive with the coming of her sister-in-law, and with the prospect of an immediate effort, de clared that she was able and ready to leave the very next day. It was Wednesday, February 2d, when these preparations were commenced, and so vigorously were they pushed forward in the work necessary aboard, as well as ashore, that by Friday, Feb. 4th, all was ready for departure. _ ♦♦♦ — Power of Integrity.— Reproaches have no power to afflict the man of unblemish ed integrity, or the abandoned profligate. It is the middle compound character which is alone miserable; the man who, without firmness enough to avoid a dis honorable action, has feeling enou 0 1 be ashamed of it. Written for Burke’s Weekly. June. BY MRS. MARY WARE. bright June! wllVl Sweet, rogy-liped June! W ith gay garlands of flowers, WE —tresh and so gay; YArt!ome rest in our bowers, Thou art welcome for aye. * Come, beautiful June! Our hearts are in tune To welcome thy band, The sweet minstrel throng; Oh, gladden our land With beauty and song! Thy skies are the brightest, Thy breezes the lightest, Thy song bird the sweetest, And gayest of tune: And thy roses kre fairest, 0, beautiful June! Columbiana, Ala, —_— Don’t be a Coward. WOWT tc]l a lie 1 1 won’t be such a coward !” said a fine little fellow, when he had broke a statuette of *** his father’s in showing it 1° his playmates, and they were fj| telling him how he could deceive ■ym his father and escape a scolding. if He was right. Cowards tell lies, brave little boys tell the truth. So little Charlie Mann was right and was reward ed for it, as the following story will show: A boy whose name was Charlie Mann happened to smash a large pane of glass in a druggist’s shop and ran av ay at fiist, for ho was frightened, but he began to think: “ What am I running for ? It was an accident. Why not turn about and tell the truth ?” Ho sooner thought than done. Charlie was a brave boy; he told the whole ti uth how the ball with which he was play ing slipped from his fingers, how fright ened he was, how sorry, too, at the mis chief done, and how willing to pay if he had the money. Charlie had not the money, but he could work, and to work he went at once, in the shop where he broke the glass. It took him a long time to pay for the> barge pane of plate glass he had shattered ; but when he had done it, he made himself so useful to the druggist, by his fidelity and truthfulness, that he could not hear of his going away, so Charlie became Ins clerk. •! T “ Ah 1 what a lucky day it was wh ,n 1 broke that window!” he onee said. utfo Charlie,” his mother responded, « W bata lucky day it was when you were not afraid to tell the truth. ____ m are weak, yet they bind other wood. 395