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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 ?