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2 nii il to one with less impudence. Really, I done, the torch was applied and the house con- upon the wild grass, which then grew in rich admire your courage, young woman ! Do you sumed. IV hen it was burned down, the British luxuriance over the whole face of the country, know that you are speaking to the Archduchess officer reined up his horse, and putting spurs they threw themselves on the ground, to rest Sforza?” ' to him, charged over the red-hot cinders, cheered their weary limbs. During the night, there was rising softly, Paulo left the room, carefully fast- from her husband,—nay after he had left home, ening the door after him. crown and country, taking with him their only The first rosy clouds of morning were floating child Adrielo, an infant scarce two years old. in the east when Paulo threw himself upon his After the Archduke's departure, an unworthy couch; and not too soon had he left his friend, adventurer usurped the power, and when, after “Yes, madame,” answered Editha, with a low by the loud huzzas of his followers. Burwell, an unusual commotion amongst the horses, but for scarce half an hour had elapsed ere the door six months of misrule and extravagance, the obeisance; “ and I also know that the Archduch- who had saved a kettle-drum from the fire, on it disturbed no one but the Captain, who was of Theodoric's prison chamber was opened by Duchess who had disgraced herself returned to ess Sforza is a woman as unscrupulous as I my- which he had been beating the long-roll while ever on the alert. He called to his men, but the guard, who in truth should have been there Sforza, she readily found adherents who assisted self am !” * ; the house was burning, during the performance they gave no heed to his words all the time. He saw that Theodoric was lying her in regaining the reins of government that quietly asleep or insensible—he did not trouble her broken-hearted husband had thrown aside, himself to discover which—and went away sat- Six months after this her son was born. She isfied. called him Garcia, and from that time devoted About the hour of noon, the Duke came forth all her energies to securing the power she held from his chamber, clad in a rich costume and only by virtue of her impetuous temper and refreshed by a long rest. Throwing himself indomitable will, for him when he became old lazily into a large arm-chair, he commanded enough to wield it. Did she then never think them to bring Theodoric before him. of her absent son, her first born ? Only to fear Remembering Paulo’s injunction, Theodoric that he might return some day and wrest from leaned heaxily upon the men who came for him, and was thus almost carried into the Duke’s They were The Duchess was too much astonished to speak, of this exploit, exclaimed: “I wish that horse scarcely disturbed in their slumbers, and in a “Perhaps vour Highness will signify to your * had fallen down in the fire with you. The lew moments were fast asleep, as if nothing had son my refusal of the Count's offer ?” said Edi- officer, nettled by the taunt, rode up to him and happened. He made no further effort to arouse tha. “And you may also tell him that my ambi- cursed him as “a d .1 little rebel,” and threat- them, and soon joined them in the land of tion demands a higher position !’* ened to cut his head ofl. dreams. In this expedition, he was riding Dap- “ You have doubtless raised vour eyes to the “In the contusion produced by the sudden pie, and this, perhaps, made him less anxious appearance of the enemy and the scene that fol- about the cause of the disturbance amongst the lowed, both Burwell and his mother had forgot- horses, for he vowed to the day of his death that ten an important injunction which the Captain, Dapple could scent an Indian "hundreds of yards on leaving home, had sought to impress upon distant, and that no red man could ever mount them. The old man had a favorite horse named him. Whether he was influenced by this selfish Dapple, which he committed to the special care thought or not, it was nevertheless true that the fully equal to the presence. “Well, sir,” said the Duke, with a smooth hypocritical smile, “doubtless you rested well that might arise’in her path, after we parted company last night?” But to return. Aloredo has been waitin “Surely not, my lord!” answered Theodoric, in surprise. “ My faith ! I believe the boy thinks I am en quiring as to his health!” cried the Duke, with a sneering laugh. Theodoric was silent. “Say, have you lost the use of your tongue, Duke himself?” said the Duchess, with a cold sneer. “If such is the case, you are doomed to disappointment, for he has a wife.” This was false, as the reader knows; the Duch ess of Tivoli had been dead several years, but the Duchess of Sforza cculd not resist the tempta- the brow of her darling the Ducal crown, to which he had not the shadow of right. This fear became the torment of her life; but she felt tion of thwarting what she supposed to be\he of Burwell, telling him that whatever might hap- dawn of day disclosed the fact that every horse le task of removing any obstacle ambition of the insolent Editha. i P en > to be sure to save the horse. For greater was missing except Dapple, who had broken the “He mav have two wives if he likes,” said safety, Dapple was kept in a stable several liun- rope with which he had been tied, and was Editha. “I was not alluding to the Duke of dred yards from the dwelling and out of view standing now where his master was lying. The But to return. Aloredo has been waiting all this time to be admitted to the presence, and, now that the door opened, bowed lowly before the unworthy representative of royalty. “Ah ! Count, we have sent for you to make enquiry concerning our friend and favorite, Luigi of Tivoli. Is he well ? ” “ Quite well, your Highness, and bids me ask young sir? I warrant you would find use for it at what time he shall present himself to you. if my cousin were brought in. But enough. I am disposed to be amiable this morning. If I release you, will you at once leave the palace quietly, without trying to speak with Amalia?” “Yes, my lord,” answered Theodoric, without looking up. “And you will swear never to seek her again? He longs to be here, and would be deeply grate ful for a summons from yourself.” This was altogether untrue, as the reader knows, but served his purpose, which was to flatter the vain Garcia. “That is well,” said Garcia, with a pleased smile. “Bid my friend come at any time; but You will swear this by all that you consider . let him know that we are not displeased that he by Editha's last words nmgf iniliwl Tllllrn c-Vi/xnld Avid paii 4- nnv xxnvmiooiAH Rvil 11 n - 1 _A „ . 1 Tivoli, madame.” “Not the Duke of Tivoli!” exclaimed the Duchess. “No, madame,” said Editha, rising; “I look higher!” “Higher?” It was all she could say. “Yes, madame.” “To whom, then ?” asked the Duchess. “ To the Archduke Sforza !" answered Editha. “Sforza?” echoed the Duchess. “Yes, madame; your son, Garcia—called Arch duke of Sforza!” said Editha. A sneering laugh sprang to the lips of the Duchess, but it was suddenly checked by that haunting fear, instantly called into active life most sacred !” continued the Duke. “ No !” cried Theodoric, lifting his eyes boldly; “no, my lord, I will not swear this.” “He looks bravely for a man who was racked but last night!” exclaimed the Duke. “Has your prisoner been well fed, guard ?” should first have sought our permission. But “Come, let us understand each other!” said what is your business in Sforza, Count?” , the Duchess. “Sit down, Editha, and tell me “Luigi of Tivoli sent me to see that your what you mean.” Highness was in good health, and not suffering for the attentions of the physician your High ness was so kind as to send him on the occasion “No, your Highness; he has had neither bite of his recent illness.” said Aloredo, as smoothly nor sup since he left your presence last night,” ; as if he were speaking truth. said the guard, thinking that he spoke truly. “So, master artist, you will not swear?” con tinued the Duke. “Do you, then, intend to seek Amalia Guercino as soon as you are at lib erty?” “Yes, I will immediately seek my bride,” said Theodoric, firmly. “ Your bride! Then, by my coronet, you shall never be set at liberty!” cried the Duke, furi ously. “Amalia is to be the bride of Civitelli; I have promised it, and I swear by my coronet, that I will not be balked by a vile creature like youi'self! Take him away, Anselm, and see that he has no food until I send you word. I will tame his fierce spirit before I have done with him !” The Duke stamped furiously, and with every word his passion rose higher. The guards trem blingly obeyed his orders, for they well knew that the most trivial matter would turn the full tide of his wrath upon themselves; and sus pecting as they did that Paulo had ministered to his friend in their absence, they determined “Now, that was well thought of!” exclaimed the Duke, turning to his mother. “You see, mad- “Ah! your Highness was about to order me from the room a moment ago, and now you ask me to sit down ! What do I mean ? I will tell you in few words. I mean to be Editha, Arch duchess Sforza ! I came from England for that purpose, though I then thought it but a petty duchy; I had no idea of being an Archduchess! from it. When the dwelling was burned down first impulse of the men, after this discovery, and Burwell’s performance on the drum was was to follow their trail; but as it was evident brought to a sudden close, he thought of Dapple from the signs that they had been captured by for the first time, and ran off to save him. He Indians, the idea was abandoned, was followed by some of the dragoons who ob- “Strapping their saddles and packs to their served his conduct, but he reached the stable in shoulders, the party took up the line of march time to bridle the horse, mount him, and make towards the fort. About sunset, as they were his escape. This he probably would not have walking single file along a faint trail which accomplished had he not recklessly plunged into threaded the forest, they were brought to a sud- a deep quagmire, in crossing the spring branch den halt by meeting a band of Indians face to below here; and when his pursuers saw with face. Both parties were taken by surprise. The what difficulty the horse extricated himself, they whites were just in the humor for a desperate gave up the chase and contented themselves with struggle, though wearied by their march on foot, firing a few shots at the daring little rider. All day, they had felt irritated and stung with “After completing their work of destruction self-reproach on account of the loss they had and plunder, the marauders left. That night, sustained by their want of vigilance the night Burwell, having ascertained that the party had before. The motive of self-defense was thus gone, returned home, and found his mother and fired by a spirit of revenge. Throwing down the younger children at a camp-fire near where their burdens, they went tawork in earnest, and where we are now sitting. The day following, the forest rang with the sharp crack of the deadly his mother decided to leave the neighborhood, rifle. The Indians fought with great bravery which was then sparsely settled, and seek refuge and desperation, and held their ground firmly in South Carolina. She packed on Dapple what under the rallying cry of their daring chief, clothing and provisions he could carry, and The whites at length made a charge upon the placing the two younger children on his back, foe, when the scarlet plume was seen to fall, and set out on her journey, walking and leading the the proud warrior lay stretched upon the ground. that nothing of the kind should happen again. At midnight, Paulo, who had kept his room , your Highness,” said Editha. all daj’, crept up the long stair-way, seeking his j “Ah!” exclaimed the Duchess; “a secret friend. All was dark, and so softly had he moved mission ! From whom does he come, think you, that his hand was on the door before the guard j Editha ? knew of his approach. j “From his master, perhaps, or on his own “You can’t go in there, Master Paulo. The | business; yet may be neither. ~ ame, how thoughtful and loving our friend is?” Judge then if, after having found Sforza almost J horse. It was not a long journey, but she had Then a deadly hand-to-hadd fight began for the “Yes, my son, he will be one of our firmest - - - - 1 *■- “ ’ “ ' ' ,J 3 * 1 ' * ’ ' ’ ’ ’ supporters,” answered the Duchess. “It is not often we have such friends,” she continued, ; turning to the young girl at her side. “No, madame,” answered Editha, smiling. “You smile, Editha. What is it?” asked the 1 Duchess, curiously. “ I will tell you,” said Editha in a low voice, for she saw that Aloredo’s eyes were fixed upon her. “I will tell you, madame, if you'Vill go with me to yonder window.” The Duchess immediately arose and crossed the room with her. “Yonder Count is not telling the truth, your Highness,” she said. “How do you know, Editha? He would not dare to lie to me ! ” asid the Duchess, indig- 1 nantly. “Be assured he has done so; and granted that j he has, he must have some mission in Sforza which he is anxious to keep concealed from a kingdom, I am willing to relinquish it!” i to travel through a wilderness and cross a large possession of his body. The skill and courage “How will you obtain your wishes?” asked the j river before reaching her destination. - At that of the white men prevailed, and the Indians fled Duchess, with ashen lips. j time, not far above the continence of Savannah and in dismay, leaving their dead behind. Another ~ | Broad rivers, both those streams could be forded, gallant spirit had also fallen. Charles Freeman, The first night she camped on the banks of Broad who distinguished himself in the fight, lay wel- I river, and the next morning the brave-hearted tering in his blood, near the body of the fallen j woman made the hazardous passage to the South chief. Carolina side. She then made her way to Fort “The victory had been purchased'at a dear Charlotte, which stood on the northern bank of price. Several of the whites were killed, and the Savannah, not far from a place since known as Wellington, in Ninety-six, now Abbeville Dis trict. Some days after her departure, her hus band returned home, to find it in ashes and his family gone he knew not whither. Indeed, he knew not whether they were living or dead. “I am prepared to obtain what I desire by force,” answered Editha, boldly. “The knowl edge that I possess will force compliance.” “What do you know?” gasped the Duchess. “I know where to find Adrielo, the true Arch duke Sforza!” answered Editha, in a voice of triumph. The two women faced each other. In the eyes of one glowed malicious triumph; in the other, a rabid desire of revejige. (TO BE CONTINUED.) [For The Sunny South.] HOSE CLARK. A BORDER TALE OF WILKES COUNTY. BY GENEBAE A. C. G. “I tell the tale as 'twas told to me.” The summer day was sultry, my long ride had been fatiguing, and my lips were dry with thirst. _ ... He may be The low, cool gurgling sound of water by the Duke has given strict orders concerning the ' employed by one who does not care to come : road-side had an irresistible charm, and I at young man. | here himself,” said Editha, cunningly harping “ Oh ! Anselm, admit me for but one moment,” : on the fear that she rightly guessed was seldom implored Paulo, when he could at length com- j absent from the heart of the mother of Garcia, mand his voice. He had come there so full of ! “By another! Of whom do you speak, Editha? hope n,nd confidence that the sudden check al- cried the Duchess, grasping the girl’s arm. . most drove him to despair. “ Oh ! madame, I spoke of no one,” said “No, Master Paulo; I know how to look out Editha, with well-feigned agitation; I only spoke for my own safety too well to let you see my j my thoughts.” prisoner. Why, he hasn’t had one mouthful to- | “You think deeply for one of your years,” day—by the Duke’s orders.” j said the Duchess, thoughtfully. “ I thank you, “Oh ! Anselm, for the love of mercy, let me j Editha; you have perhaps done me a great ser- once dismounted, sought out the spot amon^ the trees where the little fountain bubbled up from mossy roots and rocks,and having quenched my thirst by improvising a cool, green leaf for a goblet, Lthrew hiys^Jt' upon the leaf-strewn bank for half an hour's rest. The immediate vicinity possessed an interest for me, and had awakened recollections upon which I had been dwelling half sadly when the murmur of the spring caught my ear. Near the spot was located the home of my ancestors in the maternal line. others wounded. Charles Freeman's wound was at first supposed to be mortal, but in a short time he seemed to recover from the shock, and gave hopes of recovery. The wounded were cared for as well as could be in the absence of surgical aid. The person of the fallen chief was Weeks elapsed, when intelligence reached him of then examined. He wore, suspended from his their whereabouts through the instrumentality shoulders, a bag made of otter's skin, ornamented of some of his old comrades-in-arms who had i with beads, in which he carried ammunition been wounded at the battle of Kettle Creek and and implements used in cleaning and keeping conveyed across the Savannah to Fort Charlotte, his rifle in order. Among its other contents, was He immediately hastened to join them, and found a trophy of savage prowess, which, when found that they had been kindly received and exhibited, sent a thrill of horror through the all their wants supplied by the Whigs of that hearts of the brave band who stood around the neighborhood.” j prostrate foe. It was a woman's scalp. It was The old man concluded his narrative with a stretched on a hickory withe, which had been solemn shake of the head, and with the remark: bent into a circular shape, and sewed to it by a “Ah! my son, the people of the present day thong of deer’s skin. Upon this rude contri- know nothing of the privations and dangers vance was suspended the beautiful tresses of long, their forefathers endured and encountered in glossy-black hair. From its appearance, the fered last night—how weak and faint he must cia; nothing can shake his confidence in his chimney, could be seen through the field of be now ! Have pity, Anselm !” friend.” j broad-leaved corn that surrounded it. Its shut- “Aye! I have pity, but I must have it for myself first. If I were to let you in, I’d soon be in his fix mvself,” said Anselm. the struggle for independence and liberty.” I could not gainsay the truth of the remark, and thanking him for the tale, to which I had listened with much interest, I caught up the ball of narrative and related a brief little story whose incidents belonged to the period of his sketch. As I proceeded with it, he caught my words with demonstrations of interest. The tale ran thus: “Not far from the spot where we are now rest ing, on the banks of Buffalo Creek, and near the j scalp had been recently taken. When the eyes of Charles Freeman, who was lying upon the ground near by, fell upon it, the truth flashed upon him as if by inspiration. His cheeks, now pale from loss of blood, grew paler still, and his frame shook with a tremor it had never felt be- fo. x as he said, in a faint voice: “ ‘That is from the head of Rose Clark—my dearest Rose!’ and he extended his hand to re ceive the precious prize of savage cruelty. “Early the next morning, the dead were buried _ _ „ The house give him but a bit of dry bread ! Do let me in, ! vice. I will have yonder Count watched. But was still standing by the road-side, and with its Anselm,” prayed Paulo. “Think how he suf- ; see, he is going out. Not a word of this to Gar- | mouldering walls, its gray roof and toppling | road I am now traveling, there stood during the j and preparations made to carry on litters the Revolutionary war a rudely-constructed fort. It wounded who were not able to walk. The party „ . . had been built by the earlv settlers for defense then began their slow and tiresome march to- “ Mother, said Garcia, approaching them, terless windows stared at me with mute pathos I against the Cherokee Indians. It was what is wards the fort, which they reached the night fol- “ would you care very much to lose your dear and touched a chord of memory, recalling by- | known as a stockade, and was constructed by lowing, to hear the sad tidings their fears had un friend?” . , ' gone days and the form of one who had dwelt j placing timbers on their ends in the earth; and ticipated. The day before their arrival, Rose “The Duke will never know it, Anselm; I will “What mean you, my son? What friend? ’ beneath that roof, and from whose lips I had ! within the enclosure, quarters were erected for Clark, in company with one or two other girls, suffer my tongue to be cut out before I tell of “This fair lady,” said the young Duke, rest- heard many a true story of the past. protection against the weather. Whenever the had gone to a spring near the fort for water, and it!” said Paulo. “ Just one minute, Anselm ! j ing his hand lightly on Editha’s arm. A rustling of the leaves startled me from a | Indians —the^line of whose territory was not far were fired upon by Indians, who were lying in Think of his sorrowing bride, torn from him in j “In what way, Garcia?” asked the Duchess. brief reverie, and turning, I saw an old man ! distant—made an incursion into the white set- ambush, and Rose was mortally wounded. She the hour of his marriage !” ! “ The noble Count of Civitelli, who is of an- with snow-white locks and stooping shoulders, “ I do think of the pretty lady, Master Paulo, cient family and great wealth, has been charmed but with a keen eye and a pleasant look. He had but I think oftener of my own wife, who is sit- j with her beauty, and most humbly begs me to halted at the spring :yad quenched his thirst be- ting at home with an ailing infant on her breast,” J lay his name and fortune at her feet. What shall fore he knew he was observed. Mv salutation caused him to turn his eyes in my direction, replied the guard. i I tell him, lady ?” “ You have a wife?” cried Paulo. “Then you ' “ Give me time to consider,” answered Editha, cannot refuse me! Think what she would suf- : her heart throbbing with pride. “Your royal fer if you were here starving !” Highness will believe that I am fully sensible of “ That I’d mighty soon be, Master Paulo, if I the honor; but, with your permission, I will were to disobey his Highness.” take a little time to consider his proposal.” “Your babe is ill, Anselm ?” said Paulo, not “ You have my permission,” said the boy, with heeding the man’s last words. “Your babe is ill; I will get our good physician, Doctor Gas- tani, to cure it. He is the Archduke Sforza’s own physician, as you know, Anselm, and he will cure your child. Let me in, Anselm! I will give you jewels, gold, anything! Only let me see my friend !” a ridiculous assumption of dignity, “and yon would do well to consider it favorably. If he tlements, startling the bravest with the terrible an d lier companions fled to the fort, but they war-whoops, all the families in the neighborhood were pursued by the savages to its very gate, took shelter within this primitive American where Rose fell exhausted, and was scalped by castle. The women and children were then left their leader in sight of the guard, who were so under the protection of a sufficient guard, and paralyzed by the suddenness of the attack, that reply in a friendly manner, and then approach 1 the men went out to fight, or to cultivate their the deed was done before any steps were taken and seat himself near me. I was glad of an op- little farms with arms in their hands. At the to prevent it. The warrior stood over her pros- portunity for any conversation that promised to | time of my tale, the savage foe had made one of trate body and held up the trophy, reeking with be entertaining, for my ride had been a lonely j these incursions, headed by a noted warrior, blood, in one hand, and flourishing his torna- and somewhat melancholy one. I was return- I whose name in the Indian tongue I have forgot- hawk in the other, uttered a wild yell of defi- ing to Franklin College (Athens), of which I j ten; in English, it was Red-Feather—so called, ance and dashed into the forest, making his es- was a student, after a summer vacation spent at j according to tradition, from his wearing a plume cape from the volley that was fired at him.’ my home in South Carolina. I was on horse- i made of a single feather, dyed or painted a blood- During my narrative, the old man became becomes your husband, he shall be advanced to back, and had traveled the road leading from the red color. This daring savage was famous in greatly excited, and more than one time ap- one of the highest positions at court.” ferry across the Savannah river at Yienna and : the border wars of the times, and when his battle- proach Paul threw himself in an agony of supplica- was still grander, failed in its execution. This of the country with its forsaken homes and waste the occasion to which I refer, before the whites tion at Anselm’s feet. ... stie determined to put to the test at once; not fields, ruined by exhaustive and injudicious cul- i could flee to their place of refuse, he and his “ Get up, Master Paulo, said the guard, in another day should elapse. j ture. Man’s avarice and improvidence had al- i band had spread terror throughout the settle- great agitation. “It is not only for my own When the long twilight was over and dark- j most desolated a once fruitful country. I ments by their deeds of blood and cruelty. Af- sake that I refuse, but for yours, also. I tell ness had fairly settled over the city, Editha, I spoke of this saddening result to my new ter those who had escaped the tomahaxvk had you the Duke is so angry that if even you, his unsummoned, presented herself at the door of acquaintance of the spring, and from this topic [ reached the fort, and arrangements had been son, were to thwart him. he would not stay his the Duchess’ private room and asked admission, we glided into others less gloomy. I found him made for its defense, a party of men went in ibitdI lmt rmnicVi \*r»n A oV -n r\ ta i j.* a i r ai. _ nlo.icoutlv lnnunoinno ~ 11 j ~ ~ —~ ; • a _/• ri j < • _ < -i . _a be a long one. The Duchess waved her hand with an air of . , „ „„„ proached me with convulsive agitation, and Editha bowed her head, and in that moment running by the dilapidated village of Maltery’s- j cry was heard in the forest, the women clasped placed his tremulous hand upon my shoulder; her mind was made up to accept this proposi- ville to Lexington, Georgia. I shall never for- j their little ones closer to their bosoms and the aud then, turning away, seated himself again, tion if one other scheme, which to her mind get the loneliness of that ride—the dreariness j men seized their rifles with deadly purpose. On resting his head upon his hands, which were ~ r il A ’ ’ ’ ' - * " " supported by his staff. When I had concluded the scene last described, he approached me again, his eyes filled with tears and his frame trembling with emotion, and said: “My dear boy, your tale is every word true. Rose Clark was my own dear sister. We were there with our mother at the time she was mur- her brought into the fort pale and laid upon her bed to die. The had gone in pursuit of the Indians next day, and poor Charley Free- under the terrible blow. They were he was my senior by a few years. His father [ courage and experience in Indian warfare, he buried near the fort, side by side, and I can now' lived i that house you see now going to ruin, ! was always relied upon as a safe leader in such , point out to you the lonely spot in the w r ood, displeased surprise, for Editha’s manner, more and many a day have I played with his children ! emergencies. than her words, were offensive to a degree. around this spring. Those were happy days, j “The party had been gone many days, and Editha bowed haughtily and sat down. ; but they are now gone forever; and all the peo- j no tidings from them had come back to the fort. “This morning, madame,” continued Editha, pie w'ho then lived heVe are gone, too. I am the The little garrison in it had grown weary with _ “the Count offered me his hand in marriage, only one of them all left behind. But I was watching. They looked out upon the green for- in the future when / will be Duke of Tivoli, anijj^and his Highness, your son, was pleased to say going to tell you a tale I have often heard from est, and heard no sounds save those of peace. when that day comes, I icill remember you hat it met with his approbation. I will be quite my father, who lived just over the hill not a j The alarm was over, and they relaxed their vigi- the fountains of sorrow, but the fault is not yj>i* • Jjincandid with you, my lady. There has been a mile distant, and where I now live. This spot lance. The doors of the fort were thrown open, yours. Farewell, and Heaven’s blessings go are $U e when this marriage would have satisfied is the scene of its leading incident. and the children played and romped around with j-ou !” w y C highest expectations, but that time has “It was during the Revolutionary war, about \ their prison walls unconscious of danger. I mounted my horse and pursued my journey s "pissed. I am ambitious, madame, and look the time—I think it was before—the battle of; “There was in the fort at the time a sweet with sadder heart, musing upon the vicissitudes higher than the Count of Civitelli!” Kettle Creek, between here and Augusta, was girl of sixteen summers. How eloquent he who of fortune, and the strange incidents with which “Pardon me,” said the Duchess, “I think ' was fought, in which the British Colonel Boyd told me this story became when he described, in life is chequered, however lowly its walks and you misunderstood my son. It was not for your was killed, and Colonel Pickens, of South Car- the simple language of nature, this child of the humble its aspirations, sake that he gave his" approbation to this mar- olina, and Colonels Clarke and Dooly, of Geor- forest.—her beautiful form, her graceful step, riage, but to please the favorite of his friend, gia, commanded on our side. Old Mr. McLen- her soft black eye, and raven hair which fell in the Duke of Tivoli.” j don—we used to call him Captain—lived in aj a profusion of ringlets down to her waist. As “ I understand that perfectly well,” answered house where that old dwelling now stands, and ! he described her, she stood before my mind’s Editha; “and your son might change his con- Burwell, your grandfather, was then a lad of eye one of nature’s fairest creatures of beauty sent into command, if urged by the Count, and twelve or fourteen years. His father was a good what power would I nave to say no ? No, mad- man, beloved by all his neighbors, and they ame, I know what is due to myself too well to looked up to him as a leader in times of trial let it go so far as that: and as I told you just and danger. His house was their place of ren- now, I look higher than the Count Aloredo of dezvous whenever an alarm was given and it " became necessary to take up arms in defense of tempt you ?' “No. Master Paulo; I am determined. “I cannot see him one instant?” “Not a second,—not a glance.” “Then listen to me, Anselm!" cried Paulo, springing to his feet. “I will never forget you;: no, never, so long as I live! There mav be a dav' this night! With these words, Paulo turned away, leavi the trembling guard to ponder over his words, CHAPTER V. Aloredo did not enter the city as he had alwi _ been in the habit of doing—that is, in costly array, with all the pomp befitting a friend of the Archduke’s favorite. He went in quietly, with but one follower, hoping to make his enqui ries secretly; but he was disappointed in this, for he had scarce been there two hours befoie he was ordered to present himself to the Arch duke. This capricious prince was even more to be dreaded than Luigi of Tivoli, for he was more powerful, and had none to check him. With all the alacrity inspired by fear, the Count Civitelli near which you will pass to-day.” He then sank down in his former posture, and remained silent until I approached to bid 1pm adieu. He then rose to his feet, and taking me by the hand, said: “My son, you have opened fresh in my heart Egyptian School for Girls hastened to present himself to the Duke of Sforza. The grandly beautiful Duchess, who was still in the very prime of life, having just completed her thirty-eighth year, was seated on a wide, high-backed chair; on her right hand her son, the young Garcia, Archduke of Sforza. On a low chair at her left sat a young ladv who had “ Good heavens, Editha Beaumont!” cried the their homes and families. As I was going on to Duchess, “you surely forget to whom you are say, it was about the time when the battle of speaking ! Your manner has strangely changed Kettle Creek was foughtVand a bloody fight that since this morning. I think it would be best for 1 was; the Captain was absent in military service, the interview to end; and until you can remem- and his wife and children were at home alone, her to speak more respectfully, it would be bet- One day a company of British dragoons and ter for you not to present yourself to me again. ” tories galloped up the road and dashed into the The Duchess rose haughtily and pointed to yard. The poor woman was of course very much but recently arrived in the city, but was high in the door. Editha sat unmoved. alarmed, but she met the enemy with a brave favor with ner royal mistress. This girl was of “ Pray sit down again, your Highness. I have face, apd asked no favors at their hands. The singular but vivid beautw, and of remarkably ! hy no means finished what I came to sav,” said officer in command, however, had some feeling gentle aspect; her name, Editha Beaumont. Editha, quietly. of pity for, and told her that she was at liberty nemalas well mention here that the young “Indeed !” exclaimed the Duchess, with a sar- to remove from the house such necessaries as Duke was not the son of the former Duke, , castic smile. “Truly, your cool insolence has would meet her immediate wants — bedding, but was born to the Duchess after her flight gained for you that which might have been de- clothing, and provisions. After this had been and loveliness, without a touch of art to embel lish or mar the picture. Rose Clark was the name of this innocent, unpretending maiden. Her temper was as sweet as she was beautiful. She was dear to all in the fort, but dearer to one whose footsteps she had followed, with sad and anxious look, the day he left with the party who had gone in pursuit of the Indians. “Rose and Charles Freeman loved each other, and there in the fort, during the silent watches of the night, their faith had been plighted, and ‘love’s young dream’ had begun to paint in brightest colors, its picture of future happiness. The school for girls lately established by the third wife of the Khedive of Egypt, which is one of the greatest innovations the country of the Pharaohs has ever seen, is, it is said, turn ing out a great success. The lady bought a large house in a thickly populated locality, near the dancing dervishes, erected around it a quad rangle of spacious buildings, handed them over to the education department, but herself defrays the whole cost of maintenance. The school is free to all, and when it had been open only four months, there were two hundred and six board ers and one hundred day scholars, all Arabs or slaves. They discard the Oriental vail, and are dressed in frocks, pinafores and shoes, in Eng- “The company of men that left the fort followed lish fashion: and they sit, not squatting on the a trail several days, with the hope of overtaking ground, but at desks, the Indians; but they were doomed to disap pointment. Having lost the trail far up on the " Oconee river, they turned their heads home- The shop of “A Johnson, Tailor, is still to be ward. They had arrived within little more than seen in Greenville, Tennessee. Here the ex-Pres- a day’s march of the fort, when they halted for Went began to get the ideas which finally led: the night. Having tethered their horses to feed him on to the Presidency.