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1 [For The Sonny South.] Fori Gaines anil tin* ( hattahoochee River. (From th* Cupola of the. Acadfmy.) BY FLORALINE. Front this dizzy height a picture Spreads before ray eager vision. Far below, roll by th** waters Of the Chattahoochee River, Sweeping onward to the ocean. Bearing on its bosom secrets Full of old and mystic meaning.— Secrets of past lives and ages,— Secrets that it weirdly mutters To the craggy oaks o'erhanging. On it sweeps, until its current Breaks against the pier of granite and strong ami brave, withstanding The white dashing of the waters, Standing firm. aud still upholding The arched jMss-w’ay of the people, Where the tide of life goes streaming. Restless, hurrying like the waters. I struggled on; the distance between us increased: embrace. Gently yet closely he drew her to his “I know that you have suffered and that I wish a white hand threw an obstacle in my path; bosom; their lips met in the first kiss of real love to comfort you.” again I fell, and I was dying. You reached my which either of them had ever given or re- “ My angel of peace!” said Paul, folding his side, pillowed my head upon your bosom, and ceived, and for weal or woe they were pledged arms oh ! so gently about her. “ Lora. I called again I was saved !” to each other. you by a name just now that has never passed He lifted the packet he had that evening re- Again the eventful twenty-eighth had passed, my lips before. I have called only you so, and ceived and placed it in her hand. She glanced but this time with a brightening touch, not a you are my darling /” over the deed and then read the cruel letter of deepening of the shadows. Beatrice. “And you !” she exclaimed in horror-stricken accents, as she comprehended the subtle fiend ishness of the writer; “you were ” “ About to die for my mother’s sake,” an swered Paul gravely. She cast the letter from her and threw herself into his arms. “If yon were willing to die for her, are you •And that shall be mv name hereafter,” she At last the driver left his seat, and opening the carriage door, said; “It ain’t no manner of use, ma’am. We can’t get by the carriages; and if you be in a hurry, why yon will have to walk.” Beatrice scarcely waited for him to finish speaking; she got out immediately, and soon reached the house, which was one blaze of light, CHAPTER XI. At an early hour of the morning after the be trothal of Paul and Lora, Mr. Drurie came from his hotel to spend an hour or two with his old friends. Lora ran to meet him, her pretty face aglow with happiness. Why, my child, you are prettier than ever !” not willing to live for me?” she exclaimed in he said,*fondly patting her cheek. “What has Vivid coutrast to these oldeu Times, the river well remembers Wheu the Bed Man skimmed these waters In his birchen bark, or printed With light moccasin the green sward. . f ollowing up the trail of wild beasts Through the lonely glen aud passes. On those heights, where roofs and steeples In the setting sun are glowing. Once the council-tires of warriors Blazed upon the murky midnight. And these mighty bluffs resounded With the war-songs aud the shoutings. Mark the contrast. See how sweetly In the sunset sleeps you village, With its homes of love aud comfort, Whence the peaceful smoke is curling. With the steepled belfry telling Of religious hope and promise. tones of deep emotion. Paul pressed her to his throbbing heart; he coul.t not speak. Presently she timidly re leased nerself from his encircling arms, and Paul, though unwilling to release, felt that he ought not to seek to detain her. “ You must not despond any more,” she said tenderly. And consider how cruel you would have been to dejirive your mother of her only child for the sake of worldly comforts ! Oh, Paul! Paul 1 I wonder at you ! Take courage, my dear friend; the darkest hour is past lo! the day hreaketh !” “Y’ou are indeed able to inspire a dead heart with life and courage,” said Paul, pressing her hand to his lips, “and you shall advise me. Speak what shall I do ?” said, lifting her head from his bosom. “Ah ! a perfect garden of hot house flowers, a scene of Paul.” she smiled mischievously, “do you fairy-like enchantment. Rushing past the as- know my father's first name?” tonished hall-porter, she reached the drawing- “Yes: he mentioned it just now; it is Regi- room door. Her hat had fallen from her head, nald.” and her beautiful hair curled and clung con- “ And the inventor—what is his name ? " fusedly about her pale face. The crowd, the “Reginald Drurie ! Great heaven ! Lora, you warmth, the dazzling light, confused her for a do not mean ” moment; but the clear, distinct tones of the min- “ Ah! but I do TUt-an just that—he is my : ister quickly recalled her to the reality of the father! Not a word, Paul, " and she closed his moment. He was saying: • I have happened ?’ “Oh! papa, papa!” she exclaimed: found him !” “Found him !’’repeated Mr. Drurie, laugh ing. “Why, I shall be jealous of any him who can bring such a light to your eyes ! Well, now that you have ‘ found him,’ what is he like?” “Ah ! you are trying to tease me, papa. But it is really so—I have seen our friend. Dr. Le Roy.” “ What! Here? How did he find you ? Where is he ?” said Mr. Drurie, sharing her excitement. “You shall see him directly: he is staying here, and we met bv accident !’ exclaimed Lora. lips with the first kiss she had offered him. “I would not have told you of this until afterwards, but I feared you might have been distressed by my father's plans, for I know you think him poor, or you did think so.” “But, Lora, my pride ” “Ah ! Paul, by pride ‘angels have fallen’- “ Do you. Lora, take this man to be your wed ded husband ” “ Hold ! hold !” shrieked Beatrice. A murmur of surprise and consternation thrilled through the room. Lora clung with both hands to Paul’s arm, and gave him —oh ! such a look of adoring love and faith ! And he. “And lost their heaven, interrupted Paul; though his face whitened at Beatrice Warner’s “ but it shall not deprive me of mine !” “Paul, would you be ashamed to wed me be fore the whole world ?” asked Lora earnestly. “My darling,” answered Paul, “it will be the proudest moment of my life when I stand be- voiee, he passed his arm around his bride, and smiled reassuringly upon her. “ Madame,” said the minister gravely, as Be atrice stood gasping for breath, and leaning upon an arm that had been extended to her, “this side y.ou at the altar. I fully appreciate not interruption is out of place. You have no author- only the happiness, but the honor you ” jty ” Ah! be silent. Paul. I only rejoice in the “I have!” exclaimed Beatrice. “MissDrnrie, half laughing, half crying. “And, papa, our Paul is really the same Dr. Le Roy we met that ■ , — . „ , , - . - „„ , t t night- hut oh ! so changed ! And papa,” she put gifts that Heaven has showered upon me j am Paul Le Roy’s wife !” “'V by have you not left this city and clung to her lil)S close t0 p is ear „ [lis llai ' j; as more l sil . that I may offer them to you. You tell me that Lora turned, facing her, and answered: i’our profession elsewhere?” asked Lora, gently ver ; n ; t t i, an wnrs i ms \>> ‘ ' for a time a cloud has been cast over the bright “I know that vou have been, madame.” “ Ha ! vou must have been very near him to honor of your name. Well, my father wishes to see that,” said Mr. Drurie; and just then Paul give us this grand wedding that all the world appeared in the open doorway, looking more like himself than he had done since his wed ding-night. “My father, Dr. Le Roy,” said Lora timidly. “An introduction is scarcely needed,” said Mr. Drurie, warmly grasping Paul’s hand. “ I clasping her other hand over his. For an instant Paul’s face flushed, then he an swered frankly: “At no time, Loretta, have I had money enough to remove my mother.” Like a true woman, his sadness and sorrow emboldened her. She laid her hand caressingly upon his shoulder, and though tears glittered may know that he, Reginald Drurie, has confi dence in vqu and is proud of you. My darling, in her eyes, a happy smile curved her lips; and remember vou well.’ Bat there comes into the picture A memento not so peaceful; Aud the old fort's hoary ruius Boom up in the gathering twilight,— Tell of war aud blood uud horror, And a tragedy more painful.— Briug to miud that piteous story Of the days of Indian warfare. When a treacherous foe was looked for. And onr soldier's trod with caution, And a bright-haired boy in mischief, Bril-starred, misled the sentry, Aud at once was stretched, all bleeding. By the stern hand of discipline. give Paul credit for entire self-sacrifice in that he did not bend to touch them; hut he smiled in return. “And now I want to see your mother. .May I not?” “Indeed you may,” replied Paul; “I will let her know that yon are here.” He sprang up-stairs two steps at a time, in “I have not forgotten your face,” said Paul, returning his clasp with interest, “and our Lora has made me know you in her letters.” “ Our Lora !” repeated Mr. Drurie, glancing at his daughter. “It is my fault, papa,” said Lora, hiding her face on her father’s bosom. “Y’ou know that!” cried Beatrice in surprise, “but you do not know that his name has been a by-word in the streets——” . _ . “I know all.'” interrupted Lora, her magnifi- I would I were a queen that I might cast my cent eyes flashing with supernatural brightness, crown at your feet !” “I know how vou have sullied his name; but, Paul bowed his head upon hers, and they sat by the help of Heaven. I will so honor it that in silent communion for a long, long time. Oh ! men shall be proud to call themselves the friend how happy they were!” ; D f Le Rov.” When Mr. Drurie returned with his agree- “Will vou proceed?” said Paul, addressing ment, Lora ran up-stairs to Paul’s mother, where the minister. Miss Bessie and Miss Tillie were impatiently it was not perhaps the right thing to do, but a awaiting her. We are prepared to vouch tor the murmur of approbation, that became almost a fact that more words were spoken in that room triumphant erv, fell from every pair of maseu- within half an. hour than Mr. Drurie could line lips in the* room. Beatrice felt herself borne speak in twenty-four hours; and at the end of awa y bv the arm that had supported her, and way that frightened Miss Tillie almost into hys- p er Adam at her “A true daughter of Eve—trying to shield the consultation, a carriage was ordered and then she knew no more. . „ " To T? Atr VI' on f Alii n'ltli T.avo nn.1 'Fillin T ivr« . i i i i i • terics and caused Lora to laugh merrily. Mrs. Le Roy had read some of Loretta’s letters, and though startled to learn that that the ex pected visitor of Miss Tillie’s was Loretta’s self, yet begged Paul to bring her at once. As Paul led his friend into his mother’s pres own expense,” said Mr. Drurie, Mrs Le Ko >’ went out with Lora and Tillie - 1 With the holy blessings of father and mother, am ajmost tempted to ^accompany them on this an q a true, pure love to brighten their pathway, ‘ * * who dare say Lora did wrong in marrying Paul Le Roy ? (TO BE CONTINUED.) - smilin_ “And you are not angry?” she whispered, knowing very well, the little hypocrite, that he was not. “Was I ever angry with you, my child?” isked her father, tenderly caressing her. “ No, Breaking on the lovely quiet. With itb .shriek aud roar ami rattle, /Joraas the in-bound train wild rushing. With human life full-freighted. All at once a stir responsive Wakes up in the streets below me. Though the shadows grow more gloomy, J ran catch sweet childhood’s laughter. Happy childhood! wheu our heart-dowers Are all sweet and fresh, uuwithered By the searing touch of sorrow. Ah! ray own sweet, vanished childhood, When 1 wandered by the river— J^aved my bare feet in its waters— Lay reclined upon its moss-banks. Watching the slow-creeping twilight As I watch it now, with feelings All unlike that careless joyance. ence, the letter of Beatrice lay forgotten upon , j am not angrv nor surprised. -From the mo the parlor floor. . . r > — ‘ • t shopping expedition, for the benefit of our lady readers, but the fear of dark frowns on masculine brows restrains me. I will say though, despite the frowns, that Lora purchased white silk, and YIrs. Le Roy the daintiest materials for a wreath of orange blossoms. Her daughter's bridal crown should be an offering of love made by her own hands. into the honest brown eyes lifted so pleadingly n j ldlt j looked' for This termination of* vour Lora chose to remain with her humble friends, to her own, then opening her arms, received the friendship. I am perfeetlv satisfied ” * and Paul took a room at the Ashland House. , . , ' , ,, , ,, Ah! how quickly was he surrounded by those Again he clasped Paul s hand, but Paul could who hail been the trmuds of his prosperity for not speak the deep gratitude he felt. ... . 1 - - f - “And,” Mr. Drurie continued, *“ I know all the main points of your misfortunes, Paul, and le parioi nooi. , . ' ment I became convinced that your correspon For a moment Mrs.Le Roy’gazed searching y Jent was the salue Paul Le Rov we met that [For The Sunny South.] LOVE’S LAST PRAYER. BV NETTIE NEALE. lovely girl not only in them, but in her heart forevermore. “And now,” said Lora, when they had fallen into easy conversation, •“ I want to show you something.” She drew a handsome gold locket from her in a private conversation we will have directly, bosom, and opening it, placed it in Mrs. Le you wd 1 give me aU Uie points. I think, from Iiov’s hand. It contained a somewhat faded But I’m liugeriug here too idly, ’Trauced by memory-bells low chiming; For the shadows deepen, darken, And I wave my tender farewell To the grand and louely river— To the village calm aud peaceful . Though a warrior wa* its* namesake), And the old fort’s haunted ruins. [Written for The Sunny South.] THE RING ACCURSED BV HI TH FAIRFAX. PART FIFTH. CHAPTER X. Lora looked up into his face, and changed though he was by intense suffering, slie recog nized immediately the handsome young stranger who hail folded his shawl around her father’s shivering shoulders. Y’es, she was right: -the writer of the letters she had received was their kind protector that night three years ago. She had known it all the time; but who shall say what mystical power made him instantly aware that Loretto stood before him ? In a moment the dark present vanished from the memory of Paul; he forgot everything but that the ideal of his life stood in lovely, blushing reality at his side. “Loretto?” he breathed softly. She closed her eyes, placed her hands in his, and suffered him to pillow her head upon his bosom. And so they met. They had often anticipated this meeting, but never in their wildest dreams bad it been any thing like this. Miss Tillie silently withdrew, but as they* bad not noticed her presence, so now they did not notice her absence. •• I have not heard from yon fora long time, Loretto,” said Paul, leading her to the sofa and sitting beside her. “Have you not written to me?” “Oh! yes; I wrote to yon the day before we left New Y'ork. and papa added a little note, asking you to call on him.” “Y’ou are too good,” be said, taking her hand, •• and you know not how much good yon have done. To-night, when the sound of your voice first fell upon my ear—’’ he paused a moment, and then continued, “I heard the whole strange story of the vision which you read to Miss Tillie. Your first words attracted my attention, and soon I became so much absorbed that I forgot to make my presence known. How very strange that you should have seen the likeness of this ring in your dream ! May I not tell you a little it< liighirv photograph. “ It is Paul!” exclaimed Mrs. Le Roy. “Y'es. it is Paul,” smiled Lora. “And you are Lora ! It was you who returned my satchel with YIrs. Kendrick’s bracelet!” said Paul. “And it was yon who placed your shawl around my father that bitter, cold night just three years ago! I can never forget it. I saw the gentle kindness of your heart beaming from your eyes ” “Oh! spare me!” cried Paul, laughing and holding up his hands. “No. no! Go on,” said Mrs. Le Roy, to whose ears the praises of her son were sweet as sounds of heavenly music. “ Y r ou saw——” “I saw him,” continued Lora, turning her ■ beautiful eyes from Paul to his mother, “just • as he is, — generous, noble, unselfish! Oh! YIrs. Le Roy, when he gave my father his arm and so delicately offered to lend him his shawl, even folded it around his thinly-clad shoulders with his own hands—oh! I would willingly have died for him !” ‘“I have heard nothing of this before.” said YIrs. Le Roy, looking wonderingly at her son. “I suppose not,” said Lora. “And, madame, my father was poorly, nay, shabbily dressed; so was I. Y’et Paul gave me his arm with as gentle courtesy as if I had been a queen ! From that moment the ambition of my life has been to serve him, and thank Heaven, the power to do so has been placed in my hands!” “My dear child,” said YIrs. Le Rov, drawing the enthusiastic girl to her bosom, “you do not know how much you have served him—you cannot imagine how much comfort your letters have been to him. I could tell whenever he re ceived one just by glancing at him as he came in. And now that I have seen you. I love you quite as well as he does.” A sudden start from Lora and an exclamation from Paul interrupted her. She glanced from one to the other. Lora’s face was suffused with a soft, rosy color: Paul was white as death. “ Ah ! is it so?” continued YIrs. Le Roy; “you both think I do not? Yly son, you love her; may Heaven bless your choice—nay, I am sure it has already blessed you, for she is all that heart of man could desire.” “Oh! mother,” said Paul, in low,.gad tones, “of what are you thinking? Your words torture me. YVe are friends —dear, dear friends: noth ing more! Lora knows that I love her, but we can never be auv nearer !” what I have heard, that you have let your heart run away with your head, and I am sure noth ing has happened that may not be remedied— with the help of Lora,” he added, mischiev ously. . “I will go to Paul’s mother,” said Lora, gen tly, “and ne will tell you all, papw: even about the ring, Paul;” and she left them to their pri vate conference. For hours they talked, and Paul related the whole history of his life, up to the moment of his unexpected meeting with Lora. Ylany times his voice faltered, many times his cheek* paled and flushed, but the mournful stqj^eijis told at last. “Poor boy!” said Ylr. Drurie, brushing his handkerchief across his eyes; “I do not wonder that you were anxious to cast aside the heavy burden of life. But that is all past now. I think I know something that will just suit you. You have heard of Ylr. Drurie, the inventor ?” “ Who has not heard of him ?” answered Paul. “ He is a relative of yours ?” “A relative? On!—ah! yes; quite near,” said Ylr. Drurie, smiling: “and I have consid erable influence over him. He is going to Eu rope, and wishes to engage a young man to go with him who will write his letters, attend to his “Annie Boleyn, on the eve of her execution, wrote to the king praying that her sentence of death might be revoked; and taking the love- letter which the king had written to her before marriage, she severed from her head one long , r . . , , . . tress of her beautiful hair and bound it around Mr. Drurie ook charge of everything; secured the package> telling him . to look upon that hair a house and had it furnished as if bv magic, and relne mber how often it had lain upon his bought a carnage, ordered the wedding supper Leart and eould he now conde mn to the execu- was here there and everywhere, in a perfect tioner ‘ s as the h - ead whiuh had ^ often nest led lever ot delight. All that Paul had to do was to they had all received the costly wedding cards, and the immense fame and wealth of Ylr. Dru rie was no secret to any of them. upon his bosom ?’ He returned no answer, but at early dawn two guards were sent to bear her to execution.” Softly the golden rays of the setting sun stole in through the barred windows, and quivered in mocking beauty about the prison cell of the fair and the beautiful. She who had once been En gland’s queen now alone sat in her prison cell. In her hand she held a package of letters, and mournfully gazed upon them. Her long, rip pling hair hung in disheveled beauty, like a drapery of gold about her shoulders, shading her fair, sweet face—fair even in its anguish; Early upon the morning of the first of January, and while she carelessly toyed with those tresses, Beatrice rose from her sleepless pillow and re- once decked with pearls and gems for festal ceived the latest Puiladelphia papers from her scene, thoughts unbidden came. “Memory maid. With feverish anxietv she glanced over steered her lonely barque o er the sea of the the columns of the Daily Ledger, and there in P as t, and again she was in her palace home large letters the name she had been looking for those tresses richly decked with flashing gems. select his attendants and present himself punc tually at eight o’clock New Y’ear’s night before Ylr. Drurie. Select bis attendants ! He might have bad an hundred if he had wished, but he turned from them all, and with Lora’s free con sent, conferred the honor upon his humble, faithful friend, John Roberts ! How many men would have dared do this ? How many high born ladies would have consented ? True heart! Brave uentleunui! . CHAPTER XII. met her eye. “What can he have to do with this?” she ex claimed,- for the piece was headed: “A Distinguished Guest.—YVe are happy to be able to sav that last evening we had an inter- She moved through festive halls, “young, lov ing and beloved.” He was by her side, and she his queen—his idol; and anon she was in her palace chamber. He played with her sunny tresses; they fell upon his shoulder and swept with him who will write his letters, attend to his oe aoie io say mai last evening we nan an inter- inst his cheek; his warm kisses lingered business, and in fact, take the place of a son, for vle " " ltb ^i’- Reginald Drurie, the celebrated am j d them. Could he forget? She roused from he has none, shall be and he offer per year, would suit “ Will I ?” exclaimed Paul gladly go. Oh ! mv dear sir, 1 cannot expr~ my gratitude! I will be glad to go. I can leave who lias succeeded in bearing away the prize my mother with Yliss Tillie. And Lora—you 1 “ n “ T ‘” T " r> * payable quarterly in advance. You to say that his daughter, who would do honor to fully on its heavy hinges as the jailer entered. Him. Will you take his offer a throne were she seated upon it, will be led to J J • • - -> an j “Y'es - I will tbe altar upon New Year’s night, by our dis- - - sir. I cannot express tinguished fellow-citizen, Dr. Paul C. Le Roy, will give her to me when I return ?” Ylr. Drurie mused a few moments and then said: “Do you trust me, Paul?” “I do indeed,” Paul answered. “Have you implicit confidence in me?” from all competitors. Dr. Le Roy has been away from the city for some time, but will in future continue to practice bis profession in Philadelphia. YY r e understand that Ylr. Drurie has purchased a magnificent mansion on Chest nut street, above Tenth, and fitted it up superbly, as a wedding gift to his daughter. The ceremony ‘Jailer, graut my parting prayer— The last, perhaps, I’ll make to thee; As thou wouldst have thy last prayer heard, In mercy grant this to me. ‘ Bear this package to my king— These words once traced by his own hand,— Vows of ardent, tender love, Bound with this golden band. Yes, sir,” responded Paul, wondering what wil1 be performed at half-past eight o’clock, and he meant. ° an elegant wedding supper served in the new “Then you are willing to follow mv advice residence. Ylr. Drurie arrived in our city only without question ?” * three days ago, to attend the wedding, and has "In every particular,” replied Paul promptly performed a month’s work in that time. Some “Very good. I will bring you within two tbree hundred of our ‘upper ten’ have been ‘ Perhaps they’ll touch some tender chord, Wakening tones of deep regret For her whose love for him hath caused Her young life’s sun so soon to set! * Can man’s love so tickle be V Can his heart so soon forget ? Can his love so wax and wane ?— His truth so rise and set ?” agree? " ! his lovely bride.’ “Certainly.” ' Beatrice sprang from her seat, her features “And when you are married, / want to name convulsed with rage, the day and arrange the wedding to suit my “I expected his death, and this, this, is what I Through the long, long, weary night, In hope and fear she prayed and wept; The pitying stars had paled and fled, Yet she her lone, sad vigil kep't. “And why ?” asked YIrs. Le Roy, as Lora’s own fancy. Do you agree to that ?” have found !” she screamed in her wrath. “Ah! hand tightened its grasp upon hers. “I shall be so happy to receive Lora from you he will marry Lora Drurie, the daughter of that “Do you ask me why?” exclaimed Paul, pac- that 1 will be quite willing for you to say when man who counts his money by millions ! He shall ing the room in great excitement. “ Ylother, and how - so that you do not defer it too* long,” not! he shall not! I can prevent it! I know her she has saved me lor months from despair, said Paul, smiling. haughty heart. She does not know that he has This evening she saved my life, for as Heaven Hark! ’tis footsteps,—now he comes! Heavily swings the massive door! Her auswer comes,—two muffled guard Await her there! All hope is o’er! Married Couples—Haw to Tell Them. If you see a lady and gentleman disagree upon “ Do you pledge your word to this ?” been already married. I will see her; I will trifling occasions, or correcting each other in “‘Yes, sir, 1 do/’’ answered Paul, emphati- tell her, and dash the cup of happiness from her company, you may be assured they nave tied call}'. lips ! Luis would not dare to face the world for the matrimonial noose. “Then you shall be married on New Y’ear’s me: she would not dare to face it for him ! To night," said Ylr. Drurie, rising; “and if you night? I must go at once !” ask me why I do not ask her to be my wtte ! Do don’t have such a wedding as will prove to the YY’ith a mighty effort she calmed herself, and you lorget. lie said bitterly, “ that I am almost world that Reginald Drurie is proud of_his son- prepared tor her journey. The express train hears me, when her voice first reached my ear, 1 was just yielding to a great temptation. She has preserved to you your son; she has saved me from the sin of self-murder, and now vou of its history She eagerly assented, and he repeated to her the facts concerning it which we have heard YIrs. Le Roy. his mother, relate to him. ••I wished to convince her that there was no truth in the tradition, and I have only proven that there are mysteries in this world beyond my comprehension. If I am not mistaken.” lie continued, ■•your vision occurred" upon the twenty-eighth of December, two years ago?" She bowed her head and looked inquiringly into his eyes. •• That was my wedding-night, Loretto. and as the clock struck twelve, I was sitting at my mother's feet, and we were alone. Suddenly, what you have described as the scorching breath of a furnace seemed .to sweep over me. a terrible fear fell upon me. I thought I was dying, when a hand was held out to me, the soiind of rip pling water met my ears, an ineffable joy filled my heart, and I awoke, as it were, from a dream. At that moment yon saw me gay and happy, sur rounded by perfumes and flowers. Y*our vision continued; you saw me walk bare-footed over the scorching sands of the desert: 1 fell; you flew to my assistance: I felt the power of your presence and rose again. That presence, dear l Loretto, I felt in vour letters. For a time a be L •• H e will work together, ” breathed Lora. He glanced at her and continued: “ Do you forget that my name has been dis honored ” “I will so honor it that it shall be raised as high as it has been east low," said Lora. in-law, then it will be because the old man hasn’t money enough to do it!” Paul stood amazed. New Year's night! A grand wedding ! YY’as Ylr. Drurie dreaming ? “No, I am not crazy. Paul; but I choose to from New York she knew arrived in Philadel phia at eleven p. m.. too late for her purpose. .. a.: •» i.i i If you see a silent pair in a car or stage lolling carelessly, one at each window, without seeming to know they have a companion, the sign is in fallible. If you see a lady drop her glove, and a gentle man bv the side of her kindly telling her to pick The “ accommodation ” would leave in half an R J*P> J’ ou need not hesitate in forming yonr hour and arrive at half past seven. So she had opinion. t * , _ to be in haste—a haste that cost her dear, for she If von meet a couple m the fields, the gentle- have you begin the New Year night. Y’ou can neglected to furnish herself with the necessary man twenty yards in advance of the lady, who, — 0 — . take Lora to Europe with you; I don't think the wrappings to guard against the hitter cold. For perhaps, is getting over a stile with difficulty, or "That though I am free to marry again, she old man will object—she is rather a favorite of a time the intensely excited state of her mind picking her way through a muddy patch; or, who was my wife still lives, with the power and his.” ' prevented her from feeling the cold, but she suf- If you see a lady whose beauty and accom- will to inflict bitter annoyance upon one whom Ylr. Drurie laughed slyly and continued: fered from it in the end. Seated in the cars, plishments attract the attention of every gentle- I loved " “lam quite able to give my child a "rand she felt the hours drag wearily along—the day man in the room but one, you can,have no diffi- “ True love endureth all things!" exclaimed wedding, and I wish to do it. You must 3 pre- seemed as if it would never end; but at last, culty in determining their relationship to each Lora, extending her hand to him. pare for New Year’s night.” when the hands in her watch pointed at live other,—the one is her husband. A bright flush spread over Paul’s face as he “But, sir,” gasped Paul, “are you aware that minutes past eight, she stepped on the ferry-boat, If you see a gentleman particularly courteous, caught her hand in his. I have nothing at all ?” alone in the cold and darkness, but sbe heeded obliging and good natured, relaxing into smiles, YY’ould you," he said, “face the world to "High time yon had something then." said it not. Chafing and fretting at each moment’s saying sharp things, and toying with every Ylr. Drurie, “ and I think you will have a treas- delay, she continually consulted her watch by pretty woman in the house excepting one, to ure when you get Lora ! I* will send her to vou; the dim light in the dreary cabin, until the boat whom he appears particularly cold and formal, I am going to see—Mr. Drurie.” reached its wharf, when she hastily and fearlessly and is unreasonably cross, who that one is, no- Before Paul could say another word he was sprang into the first hack that presented itself, body can be at a loss to discover. unite yourself to me ? Is your heart so entirely my own that no one can ever win it away ?” •• YY’ould I face the world with you ?” exclaimed Lora. " Yes. and rejoice in every grain of beauty or intellect that Heaven has given me that I gone, and in a few moments Lora entered the and thrusting a live dollar bill into the hands of If you see an old couple jarring, checking and might be more worthy of you ! Can my heart ever be won away from you? Paul, I have never loved before; my heart is yours; to get rid of it, you must break it—kill it!” He held her hands in his and gazed into the room. Paul sprang to meet her. the delighted driver, said: thwarting each other, differing in opinion before “ Has vour father told you?” he asked ea"erlv. “To Ylr. Drurie’s, Chestnut, above Tenth, the opinion is expressed, eternally anticipating “ Yes,” she whispered. * Quick! drive for your life ! ” and breaking the thread of each other s discourse, “ And what do you think of it?” And drive fast he did; but as they turned from Y' et using kind words, like honey bubbles uoat- ‘I think." she answered, raising her glorious YY’alnut into Tenth, a numberof handsome equip- i n f? on vinegar, which are soon’overwhelmed by wondrously beautiful eyes raised so adoringly eyes to his face, "I think. Paul, that you have pages blocked the way, and there was much con- a preponderance of the fluid, they are to all in to his. The dark shadows of the past flitted suffered enough to meet now with some recom- fusion and many angry words before they were tents man and wife—you cannot be mistaken, away into the dim distance; hope, celestial hope, pense. Let it be as my father desires.” suffered to proceed. Again at the corner of . These rules are laid down as infallible in just spreail her rosy pinions over the future, and “Mv own darling, it is a prospect of heaven Chesnut they were stopped, and Beatrice beat interpretation: they may be resorted to with me,” said Paul; •• but do vou know ” her bands together, crying aloud: confidence; they are upon unerring principles love, the perfect love that “hopeth all things, to endureth all things, enfolded them in its eternal “I know that you love me,” answered Lora: ■ I will be too late—too late !" and deduced from every-day experience.