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TWO TRAVELLERS.
. I.
Many years ago, in a sunny land,
Where beauty hath her abode,
A traveler passed, who with generous hand
Scattered fragrance where’er he trod.
People smiled on him, and maidens young
Bade him welcome to beauty’s bowers,
And his heart was light as he passed along,
Still strewing his way with flqwers.
The sunshine blessed him where’er he went,
And often where love reposes
He stayed to toy—till the day was spent,
And gone was his wealth of roses i *•’
Next morning, the maidens smiled no more,
For they looked, and were filled with gloom
That they saw the way with leaves sown o’er—'
The debris of yesterday’s bloom.
And the trav’lef sighed thathis flowers were gone,
And would bloom again—ah, never!
“’Twas a pleasant,dpy ; bnt its work is done J
And my roses are dead forever!’’ '
ir.
Another traveler passed that way,
And 'the- maidens came out to n c?t him.j
He said “Good morrow, sweet maidsbut they
Saw not why they should warmly greet him.
And he went his way. ajtd he strewed the ground
With flower-seeds dry and black ;
And by and by tbe maidens found
That roses grew up in his track.
Then the maidens blessed him, andsWthimlove,
And grieved that itfey cold had been,
And they woed him back to tbeir perfumed grove
And wedded him to their Queen.
• lir ;
Ye may scatter your rOises all to day,
And to-night your joys are past;
Ye may sow good seed in your patient way,
And be happy while life shall last.
THE WINE-SELLER’S DAUGHTER,
OR
THE NIGHT BEFORE THE
BATTLE OF NEW ORLEANS.
nY WILLIAM HENRY FECK.
Author of “ The Brother's Vengeance ,” “ T'tr
ginia Glencairc," “Saul, the Renegade,"
“ The Moetoreon," “ The Red Dwarf,.’
“The Family Doom," “The
Black Phantom," “ The
Corsican, ” 1 ‘ Blobs,"
<be., dkc., rfco.
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CHAPTER XI.
THE JEWELS.
St. John tossed aside his cloak and
placed his hand upon the casket of
jewels saying:
“ You will recognise these jewels.”
“I! Where have I seen them, Sig
nor Captain?”
“ I purchased them of my brother,”
replied St. John, calmly, as he fitted a
key in the lock.
“ And he ?” asked Mario.
“Received them from his wife,
Clara Antelli,” replied St. John,
opening the casket.
“Ah !” cried Mario, as the light
flashed and glittered upon a superb
necklace of diamonds, a golden cross
studded with rubies and sapphires,
bracelets of antique carving set with
pearls and emeralds, and golden rings
of rare value gleaming with precious
stones.
Mario stared so fixedly upon this
treasure that, for a moment, he forgot
that the piercing blue eyes of his
reckless visitor were watching him
with an intensity almost painful.
Neither did St. John know that a
pair of eyes, as keen, as piercing as
hiS, were flashing hate and vengeance
Upon him from the gloom of the cur
tained reoess—where crouched the
real Benditto of this story.
“ It seems you recognize them,” re
marked St. John, as he drew his sabre
hilt nearer to his hand, and fingered a
pistol in his sash.
“ They are the family jewels of the
noble house of Antelli,” replied Ma
rio—heaving a deep sigh. “ I have
not seen them for many years. So
you purchased them of your brother?”
“ I am far from denying the truth
of the honorable Captain’s assertion,”
observed Mario, with a profound in
clination of the head. “ Still, I beg
leave to aver, with due respect, Signor,
and not as a claim, that the jewels
are rightfully mine. Henri Le Grand
having learned from his wife—the day
before he poisoned her—where Count
.Mario kept the Antelli jewels, stole
them!” '*
“ That brother of mine was a rare
scapegrace, ’ ’ laughed St John. “ But
‘'geboteMo mitftfS
<1 m -'/
the robbery was his—the purchase js
mine, friend Benditto. Were w^ 1
now in Florence you, as Count Ben
ditto di Antelli, might force me to
give them up to you at once. But we
are in America. I am Victor St.
John, and you my tradesman, my
prince of money lenders. I will sell
them.”
“ This wretch,” thought Mario, as
he noted the scornful bearing of the
powerful Captain, “ believes me alone
in this house, or by my soul he has
his’ bravos within hearing of his war
cry! I have a giant to deal
Still,'he floes not suspect, that _
Count Mario. I will try him.”
“Captain,” he said aloud, “as the
heir of Count Mario I have a right
to become possessor of these jewels
without purchase.”
“A right, friend Benditto, is a
phantom—a mere nothing to me, when
the right to maintain it is a trifle,”
replied St. John, placing his hand
upon the casket.
“That I well know,” said Mario.
“But if—a mere if—if I should say
to you, ‘ Captain, these jewels are
mine, for your worthy brother stole
them from mine, who is dead, and I
must take them, and then with a sin
gle stroke of this little hammer sur
round you with drawn swords and
cocked pistols—ready at my beck to
cut and blow yoiir head to atoms —-
eh? What then?”
A pallor swept over St. John’s
haughty face, but he laughed scorn
fully and replied :
“ Alone I would not fear your
sijprds and pistols. Would I fear
them, when by placing this whistle to
my lips I can summon a force able to
tear your house to ruins, and you from
a man to a thousand shreds. Lis
ten !”
lie blew a shrill, rattling whistle
upon the silver tube he placed to his
lips, and for an instant the street with
out seemed alive with similar sounds.
The peculiar signal was heard at
the very doors of the house.
“You hear,” said St. John. “If I
whistle again my friends out there
come in.” IR
ureat TTeaVen T l '
“what a terrible man is this ! How"
vigilant, how cunning. We thought
him our helpless prey—and behold we
may be his. Why does he not take
the gold at once ? It is because he is
not ready to begin, and knows, or
hopes to get money now and to take
the jeweels back by force to-morrow,
or when the plot sweeps forth from its
hiding places in open rapine.”
“ Come, I am waiting on you, old
man,” said St. John, sternly. “ What
will you advance for the jewels?”
He spread the gems upon the table,
and swept them into a heap again with
his strong, handsome hands. J
“ How much do you desire ?” asked
Mario, hoarsely.
“ They are worth a great fortune,
my dear Benditto. Take them for
ten thousand dollars in gold, and your
check upon the United States Branch
Bank of New Orleans—say for thirty
thousand.”
“ The jewels are worth more, Sig
nor Captain. See, this centre dia
mond of the cross is alone worth ten
thousand dollars—it was once a gem
in the * coronet of the Duke of
Venice.”
“ You are no Jew, Benditto, or you
would not find such a fault with my
price,” remarked St. John. “Iname
the sum I gave my brother —nothing
more or less.”
“ Why have you not sold them ere
now, Captain ?”
“ What is that to you, old man ?”
demanded St. John, fiercely. “ Per
haps because there was danger in try
ing to sell diamonds when all Europe
had heard of their loss. No matter
for that.”
“ How know you that my paper is
valuable in the Bank you mention?”
asked Mario.
“ Perhaps I have a friend there,”
replied St. John. “ Come, will you
agree to my terms?”
“ Ten thousand dollars in gold is a
large sum—but I think I have it.”
“ And I know you have it, Bendit
to,” muttered St. John, as Mario left
the apartment, and toying with the
jewels; “ and before dawn I will pay
your treasury another visit, Count
Mario.”
Mario hastened to
room, where he met Bendittfc pale
and fearfully excited. . 1
Satisfied, Mario?”
“ I arm This % man is ifignri Le-
Grand. His st ory of ji twin brother
is a falsehood.”
“ And he is a living lie,” Ben
ditto with angry bitterness; 1
“He is a terrible enemy, and we
have dangerous work before us. 'We
must advance the gold. My*draft
upon the Bank will be worthless—l
have no funds there —and he knows
it.”
“ Then why does he ask for your
draft?” . 0
GRElJNmfife, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY, MAY -29, 1861.
his cunning overreaches
itself,Replied Mario. “He.is in
greßßßl immediate need of gold —
he must have i* to use this very night.
He thinks ft *nofleyf lender, with the
bad reputation 'of Beqdilto for greed
and avarice, will junfp at a chance to*
obtain such diamonds for a trifle of
valuable consideration. in return, and_a
worthless check. <w* reasons thus:
4 This old SJ»ylock> will give me the
gold—for he must to gain the gems,
and having given me a worthless draft
will run away before morning. But
• a *teT l -,Jrttenri to rogaiq the jewels byi
can part With them fox » few'
hours.’ You see ? He needs the
gold now. For what ? To tempt, to
bribe, to hire bravos and cut-throats.
Come, let us count out the gold—it is
easily done—for we will not count it
—best weigh it—knowing there are
so many dollars to the ounce.”
“ I desire to see the effect of our
phantoms upon him,” said Ben
ditto.
“ And then ?”
“If he repents, Mario, let us be
merciful,” whispered Benditto.
• ‘There, I have said your heart
Would fail you,” exclaimed Mario,
quivering with rage. “No, he will
not repent, he will mock, he will
sneer ! He shall die —we have sworn
it, Benditto.”
“We have sworn it,” echoed Ben
ditto; in a hollow voice of despair.
“ Let not yoiir heart fail you,” con
tined Mario, as he weighed out the
gold. “It is done ! Now, he wilt de
sire to see it weighed. Give me the
scales—so; New sweep the g6ld into
this sack —so, it is very heavy —but I
could carry the world upon'tny'-shoul-
ders to-night. Be ready.”
So saying the old man returned to
St. John, who was poring over a map
of the city. . , ±
He returned tli ernap to his pocket
as MariO' entered, and said : . -
“A pleasant lifting, friend Bendit-.
to, you have the scales. Let me see
the gold, Enough, you need not weigh
it. I trust in your honesty. If there
isa coin more or less it will be my.
mv Iqbj , N°‘ vv lio
~You’ are the Prince of
money lenders, and the King of for
tune-tellers.”
“ The honorable Captain has seen
nothing of my powers as .a wizard,”
remarked Mario, as he placed the
jeivels in the casket and locked it.
“If I had time —” said Str. John,
glancing at his watch. “ Let’s see,
half-past ten —well, I have a few min
utes to spare—with what will you
amuse me ?”
“ Would you desire to see the phan
tom of your brother as he appeared
in Florence some sixteen years ago?”
asked Mario,
“ Good! Let us see him, my
friend/’
Mario by some mechanical means
filled the apartment with a steady rosy
light, and then struck the table.
He paced to and fro a few times,
the Captain looking on contemptuous
ly, and then crying, “Behold him!”
struck the table again.
The curtain arose from the recess
and the image of Henri Le Grand, as
in the portrait appeared.
“Good! Enough!” cried St. John,
after gazing upon the image. “He
was a handsome youth. Can you
show me the lady he married?”
The curtain fell, rose again and the
image of the Italian girl floated into
view.
“ Good heaven ! How true to life !
exclaimed St. John, as he gazed upon
the lovely image.”
“She was fair. Was it not a crime
to ruin so lovely a being?” asked
1 Mario", in a deep voice. ' •
“ Away with the image. Somehow
it sends a chill through my soul.
Away with it, old man, it is too much
like life !” cried St. John.
“ Like life ? The Captain has never
seen Clara Antelli alive,” observed
Mario.
“I say enough of this, old man,”
exclaimed St. John, staring wildly at
the image.
“Henri Le Grand should have
loved so fair a wife, Captain.”
“ She—”
“ Was true to her husband—yet he
murdered her!” said a female voice
which seemed to issue from the lips of
the image, and in softest Tuscan. .
“ Ha! it speaks—your phantom
speaks, Benditto!” ejaculated St.-
John, growing ghastly palex “But
[pshaw! I know its some trick!”
r “Henri! Henri! Dear Henri!”
[Jfcid the image in plaintive notes.
Do you hear the Voice ?”
cridn?mjohn, fiercely.
“Lheijr no voices save yours and
j Mario, coldly,
i “Yoiplie, old man! You lie!” ex
clainUed’ St. John quivering with pas
! thinking: “ I know this is
all a juggle, but Great Heaven,
how that voice appals me! The voice
of the dead!”
The image faded from view, and
St. John.laughed to. hide hi a
tejrpr. ■ N ' ~ . •'
capital trick, BencTittp,.but all
.lost upon me. L have seefi Enough.-
This folly is fit only for fools.”
“ Do you think Le Grand ever felt
remorse for' his crime, Signor Cap
tain?” demanded Mario, carelessly.
“ Sgtnrnon him from the grave and
ask.hrm,” implied St. John, sneering.
“I will4tfipmon one from the grave
to.-warn brother of Le Grand,”
said Mario; again striking the table.
The curtain rose and an aged
, 4jl*d -in costly robes seamed to -Mr 3
.to the very edge oi-tne recess.™
“ Count Mario ! as I saw him in j
the picture at Florence,” gasped St.
John, with difficulty restraining a cry.
“But this image is alive! its eyes
flash and move—it raises its hand—
ho! there is some sorcery here.”
“Go not at midnight to meet Roset
ta, the Wine-Seller’s Daughter,” said
the image, pointing at St. John; who,
as he heard these words, drew his
sword, crying:
“ This is too much, old man. Let
me leave' this den of trickery .!”
“ You are warned! Harm not Ro
setta, or the deed, though it be but a
seratch y will haunb’fejM in the hell t'o
which all .such as are doomed,”
said the man in the recess, who was
none other than Benditto.
Viclor St Jehn, though startled
almost to,a panic, snatched a pistol
fromjhis sash, and was in the act of
raising It.tyjifire when the apartment
was made, as dark as midnight in the
■ twinkling df an eye.
“Hit or miss!” cried St. John,
firing the pistol at random, >and then
slashing around him with his sabre.
“ Make light, old wizard ! or I’ll have
your house torn down about your ears!
Light I say!”
The apartment was illuminated in
an instant. Mario stood as calmly as
•if npthing had happened, hut the cur
tain -had fallen over the recess.
. “ Old man,” said St. John, with his
voice trembling with rage, “you have
presumed too far upon your years.
•B.efofcp. I leave you I will
are score things yqm'do not-know, and
which F sh'pil vtffagh/yftii ere long.
What means this wa*P»hg\as regards
Rosetta? Speak!”
Signor .\oaptain, I calinot hear
what is said'by-fhese phantoms. They
address theifise'le's to the minds of
those interested;.” said Mario, sol- J
ettmly. . , I
St. John grated the word “Liar!”
from his set teeth, and tossing his
sabre into tbe scabbard, threw on his
cloak, grasped the sack of gold and
strode into the hall. ’
“ Open your infamous door, Ben
ditto,” said he fiercely.
Then as Mario complied in silence
and swung the door wide open, the
stalwart-- conspirator pointed to three
niaakflii&hd cloaked men, standing on
.the payment, near the threshold, and
.said.-mitt deep growling tone of me-
oaceA ’
“ Count Mario di Antelli is no
match for Henri Le Grand ! Good
night.” ■
The-eyes of the two men met for
an instant in a fierec and deadly stare,
and then • St. John strode away fol
lowed by his vigilant satellites.
Mario closed the door and staggered
back-into the chamber of oracles.
Benditto sprang from the recess,
clad in the rich dress of the Floren
tine nobleman.
“ lie has declared himself Benditto,
and avowed his recognition of me,”
said Mario. “-Benditto,' he is not a
man; he is a demon. Ah, that my
sen, Conrad, had lived. I am old,
feeble —a weak old man—and you,
! Benditto —
“ I will outwit this villain cy die at
his feet,”" said fiercely.
“ Yadak has returned.”*... J
“ And Rivart ?” •
“Is our prisoner. Yadak had no
! trouble in taking him, as Rivart is
sued from the company of his friends
i alone, just as Yadak returned to the
spot. Yadak felled him with a single
blow, gagged and, brought him here—
entering from the rear. But Rivart
recovered on the way and threw some
thing far from him. By its clink as
it struck upon the pavement Yadak
thinks it-waS a coin.”
“He fears detection as a conspira
tor,” said Mario, “and sought to rid
himself -of all proof of complicity.
The loss can be remedied, as we have
the same coin and of the same date.
I will engrave the secret sign above
its exergue. But now let ns visit our
prisoner.”
CHAPTER xit
THE WINS-SELLEU< %
While the Florentines examine their
prisoner, the unprincipled Pierre Ri
vart, let us return to Viola’s lover, the
noble minded Henry Allison.
Accompanied by the Sergeant and
one follower, he rode at full speed to
'the mansion of Col. Hartly; and was
there informed that the Colonel was
visiting at Monsieur Valid’s—Henry’s
grandfather. The party were soon at
Valid’s hospitable home, and at the
first summons the old French gentle
man came to the door.
“Ah, my son,” exclaimed Valid,
“are you there! Ride on to your moth
er—my daughter is very ill, but bet
ter this evening. What news from
the camp ? and where is the General,
your fatb<«^”
~ left my mother, my
■kther,” said Ilenry.---
Ms with her. We fear she
I is dying-*--■»
“ Ha—dying! Jean ! Rupert! my
carriage you rascals!” cried the
alarmed grandfather. “ Make haste
—everybody! Quick ! my dear Lau
rette dying!”
“Is Col. Hartly here?” asked
Henry.
“I am here, Captain,” said the
Colonel advancing upon the piazza.
“ You saw Viola then, did you not ?”
“ She is not there now, sir,” replied
Henry.
“ Not there ?” exclaimed Hartly:
“I and my friend Valid accompanied
her there little more than an hour or
so ago.”
“ Where is your carriage to-night?”
asked Henry.
“In a stable on* Toulouse street,
my dear boy. An accident compelled
Viola to leave it in the street and
Cuba, our black driver, placed it in
empty stable or carriage-shed, the
nearest at hand. One of the horses
died in the street, the other Cuba led
to my house.”
“And Clarke, your white driver?”
“ Has not left his bed thia week —
from a sprained ancle, Henry. What
do you mean by all these questions ?
Good Heaven! has anything happened
to Viola.”
“ Something very dreadful, Col
onel,” replied HCfiry v “ She has dis
appeared under, very suspicious cir
cumstances,
i ** the story, and
veteran bowed Jag
Itjpkceping, Oh Lord!
Jbld age! And lost!”
| “Take hen 4 #?, my noble friend!”
cried Vall6, as his carriage swept
| around from the rear to the gate.
: “ Come, we will hurry to our friend
Paul, the wine-seller. Did you say
; Carlos the Spaniard ! Why, life of
|my soul! that fellow is one of thjg
(friends of.Victor St. John,
have ever despised.”
“Victor St. John!” excirlmed
Henry. “Ride back Sergeant—find
that gentleman—arrest Janos If my
suspicions prove groundless I will give
him any and every satisfaction.”
“ Victor St. John !” thought Col.
Hartly, as he entered Valle’s carriage.
“ The man had vengeance in his eye
when I forbade him to enter my
house again. If my poor child is in
his power she is l lost ! Guard her,
God of Heaven!”,
“ Drive, Rupert! drive like the
wind to Monsieur Paul’s saloon i”
shouted Valid. “ All—l forgot —my
daughter is dying—yours is lost —but
to the saloon first.”
The carried rolled away rapidly,
and Henry Allison spurred his wearied
horse to keep pace with itx
Within a very short time the party
reached Jiaul’s saloon.
“ Consult Paul, my friends,” said
Valid. “He has much good sense as
well as more bad wine. I must has
ten to my dear Laurette. Rupert,
are you awake, scoundrel! Take up
Dr. Montavine on the way to Gen.
AlHspnlfepr^V
A 0 : vl rriage rolled away,
while Ilenrv and Col. Hartly hurried
into the saloon.
Pauli Amar was standing behind the
bar, for the number of his customers
had not diminished, as the saloon was
a kind of headquarters for news, and
the general impression was that the
British would attack on the morrow.
The wine-seller, as he served his pa
trons bestowed a continuous torrent of
abuse upon his absent nephew, Pierre
Rivart, who had slipped away the in
stant Paul returned from the fortune
teller’s. | .
“ We wish to see you a moment in
private,” said Henry, as he leaned
over the counter.
“Ho ! is it you Captain 1 Henry!
Then - the British will not fight just
yet, for I’ll bet my head against a
pint of claret that you will be in the
field. What news from the. camp,
Captain ?”
“All’s well, Paul; but step aside with
us for a moment,” replied Henry.
“ With pleasure, Captain—but I
must call upon some of my friends to
take my place—you see that rascally
nephew of mine, Pierre Rivart, has
gone sky-larking somewhere, and left
me up to my eyes in trouble. The
noble citizens are rarely thirsty to
night. Karl—and you Pretal—please
attend to the bar. Now Captain
please to follow me—and you also
Col. Hartly. I have a cozy little
parlor above where we may .talk at
ease.”
He left the saloon in the eare of two
of his humble patrons, and opening
the door behind the bar preceded hi***
two friends up the stair-case, and into
a Bmall but neatly furnished apart
ment.
“ Seat yourselves, gentlemen—now
can'l be of any service to you!’^,^*'
Col. Hartly related the strangexus
"appearance of his daughter, and as he
eonchided by mentioning his suspi
cions of Victor St. John, the wine
seller sprang to his feet almost shout
>g;
| “ True I Victor St. John is doubtless
the rascal. Do you think? 'The ras
■ cal has attempted to gain a secret
! meeting this night with my daughter,
Rosetta !”
Paul had forgot that nothing but a
thin and papered partition separated
the little parlor from the bed room of
h>s wakeful daughter, who had been
sitting in an agony of thought ever
since her return from the fortune
teller’s.
She had heard the heavy tramp of
her father as he led his visitors up
the stairs and into the parlor; but had
given little heed to the indistinctly
heard conversation, until the leathern
lungs of the wrathful wine-seller ut
tered the name of her lover, and
coupled it with her own.
“ They are talking of us,” thought
Rosetta, gliding from her seat to thq
partition, and placing her rosy little
ear against a crack, from which the
paper had parted in drying.
“ A meeting with your daughter V*
exclaimed Henry. “ The scoun
drel!”
“A Judas! a Herod! a-a-a-what
shall I call him,” roared Paul, smiting
his hands together. “But listen—l
have put Benditto wpoh his track —
Benditto will slay him before dawn.”
“Oh my soul!” thought Rosetta.
“He has been to the fortune-teller’s
—they mean to kill Victor— -vw noble
meTascal,” resumed
shall look out for him. You seehe
will prowl about the Place D’Armes at
twelve to-night, hoping tor meet my
crazy-brained has no
more wit than an oyster. Now, I shall
! meet him there—”
r“ Ah !” sighed Rosetta—“you will
be there V 1
“And by the blood of my body,
gentlemen, Paul Amar will give him
such a drubbing that he shall send for
my friend Dr. Burritt, to set ererv
bone in his vile carcass/’
“But in the meantime we must
rescue Viola,” said Col. Hartly.
“What!” thought Rosetta, grow
ing cold and terrified.” “ Has Victor
possession of that proud Viola?”
“ Yes, we must to the rescue of Miss
Hartly,” said Paul, thoughtfully.
“ But who can tell where St. John
has concealed her ?
It is my opinion that he will not
injure Miss Hartly, at least, not to
night, for he has too much business on
hand —ha ! he has to meet my Roset
ta ! Tbe rascal! • to carry off two
girls in one night.”
“I think Patti is right,” remarked
Henry to Col. Hartly. “ Viola will
suffer much in mind, but her person
will be respected for a time.”
“Be assured that he iptends to
make Miss Hartly his wife,” said
Paul. “He knows that the Captain
there, not to speak of Col. Hartly and
his sons—will kill him on sight, unless
he Can say, * She is my wife, it is not
a crime to marry !’ ”
Rosetta bit her lip until it hied, to
keep from crying out. If Victor St.
John meant to marry Viola Hardy
what were his intentions towards her ■
At that moment Rosetta couM/mve
stabbed her pretended lover—and then
herself.
“ Nearly two hours must pass be
fore we can capture St. John, even if
he keepb the appointment with Roset
ta,” remarked Col. Hartly, pacing
the floor, in anguish of soul.” What
outrages may not be committed in two
hours!”
“ Calm yourself, my dear Colonel,”
said Henry. “ I shall not be idle in
that time.”
“ But what can you do ?” cried Col.
Hartly. “ This St. John is a serpent
whose hiding places are known to
himself alone.”
“This audacity,” remarked Paul,
“ makes me think that the explosion
of the rumored plot to sack the city,
is much nearer than we imagine.
Thunder! the blow will he struck be
fore day-light, for St. John will not
dare show his face in New Orleans
after this crime, for no doubt he has
done it—that Carlos is his shadow.”
“ Carlos !” thought Rosetta. “ The
black-bearded man who kisses his
hand to me—a beast! Ah, this cannot
be true!”
[TO BE CON TIN LED IN OCR
NO. 17.