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WILD WORK; A Study of Western Life. by MARY E. BRYAN. CHAPTER XXXIII. ■n ye weeks had passed, and no direct action had been taken bv the government against the r,«riah that had so summarily disposed of its officers Immediately after the final tragedy the town paper came out with its columns filled with a detailed and ingenious account of tthe three day's revdlution—the alarm at the ball the arrest of the officers and the subsequent lynch- ; e of the men who were represented as having fficited the negroes to murder and outrage. The accounts that appeared in Northern pa pers were wide of the truth. In these the people of the parish were denounced as cold-blooded murderers of innocent men. Not once was it suggested that the people were deceived—that, iriitated as they were with the corrupt rule of Radical aliens,they were ripe for growing excited to frenzy over any accusation that might be brought against the subalterns of a man who seemed to the people of that section the embodiment of the tyrannical and dishonest administration. So, all the fury of the North, all the surprise and mortification of conserva tive Southern men, were directed against the people of the section, and not once was it re membered that in this minor revolution as in larger ones, the people are mere instruments in the hands of a few daring plotters, who have long mapped out the plot and trusted to circum stances of their own creating and to certain bold r0Hr , s to kindle the flame of excitement, calcula ting on the contagion of this excitement, and on its quality of blirding reason and hurrying men on to a violent climax—trusting to these well- known attributes of Agitation to carry out pur poses of their own. So the Northern press poured out its vials of wrath upon the people; the speeches^ at the indignation meetings through the Northern States scathed the people with bitter denouncia- tioDS while the people,even some of the very ones who had participated in the dreadful killing of the officers, now that the excitement had died out sat in their homes and recalled the events of the dav as one does the images of a fever- dream, and dropped their faces in their hands and groaned with regret for the part they had taken in it and shuddered with the ever obtrud ing thought that these dead men they had help ed to kill might have been innocent. But davs and weeks had passed and no di rect action had been taken against the parish that had so offended against the government. The indignation meetings, the State councils, the appointments of investigating committees had as yet, done nothing to disturb the people or to check the smooth current of Alver s wish es, now seemingly flowing without hindrance to its goal. The election was fast approaching and seem ingly there would be no opposition to Alvers ticket It would sweep the parish. Witchell did not come; he dared not come unprotected bv soldiery. Would he procure the troops ? Did the government fear to send them lest in the excited state of the parish another war should have its kindling here? Had the Cohatchm news- Dmer’s widely published version of the three days rioTbeen believed, and did the govern- » i c r. urnra nflTl A tO 16“ mouth curled in mingled displeasure and dis dain. When they had passed, Cobh, twirling his long moustache, said: , ‘My lordly Colonel that likes dirty work to be done for him, but don’t want it named beiore him, seems to be flirting with the lemon-haired widow. That’s rather fast ain’t it ? He s up with that hump-backed chap, what’s his name, that had the king pmt out of the way and courted the queen as she was following her husband s coffin. I've seen it played. Well, the Colonel s his match ain’t he?’ , . m ‘No,’ said Floyd haughtily. ‘He feels a sym- pathv for those lonely ladies. He would do all in his power to help them. I ou cannot under stand his feelings.’ . 'Not being a gentleman like him you mean. Well, I can see his motives. He hears breakers ahead. He thinks the troops may come, and he wants to make fair weather with these women before thev do. He makes out his case to them. There’s nobody to contradict it; the darkeys are afraid and the'women never see anybody else, except him. He’s the plausiblest scamp m creation. He’s got you under his thumb. Aon re miserable now, for fear he dont care for you and jealous even of that lemon-haired woman, and you’re holding back from me on his a c°°°; nt * J He had blundered on the truth, or he had watched Floyd with such jealous scrutiny that he had discovered it. She was made halt fran tic at times, by the consciousness that she was loosing hold upon Alver. Ever since, those two davs in which he had secluded himself after hearing the dreadful death of the six officers he had sent off under guard, he had seemed to fe a strange constraint in Floyd s presence, answerid her abruptly, he kept his brow bent and moody in her presence, singular inconsistency, she now become tor the first time, deeply and passionately in love with the man she had before pretended to love for a His coldness was gall and bitterness ment, ignorant of facts there were none to re port, endorse the newspaper s verdict of ‘foerved th r“ "nS c„ from the lack of action, state or national, in the matter. Alver improved the shining hours. For day» after the killing of the officers he was gloomy and inactive; then he roused, he realized that it needed coolness, bravery and adroit ness to carryout the advantage his bold coup bad gained and rose to the occasion. Many things troubled him. In pursmt of his pur- nose be had neglected his legitimate business, and his interests had suffered. The ten thou- s tnd dollars in the parish treasury at the time o' the murder of the tax receivei he had retus- ed to touch. He was not a mercenary man He bad always valued money only as .. means to attain power. Then there were men banging on to him who demanded office for H services,with whom his haughty,aristocrat- “ .i re had no affiliation. He did not want them about him. he chafed at the obliga tion he owed them. He would have paid them off as he had done the Nolans but he had not money to satisfy their claims They, or at least two of them, had a share of the rings watches, and money found on the persons of the mur dered officers, but this did not satisfy them. They demanded office. He feared them more than he did the coming of the Federal troops. If disappointed, their rough natures would grow furious and refuse to be managed and would bruit everything abroad. Chief among these thorns in his side was Cobb. Another wished Cobb out of the wav as heartily as Alver did. He had become a Damocles’ sword over Floyd Reese. He claim ed her as his reward. He had twice served her purpose in the accomplishment of her designs; he had her doubly in his power; she knew that if exasperated, he was reckless enough to betray her though it cost him his own life; and so she strove to conciliate him, though she loathed herself for doing so. Bad as she was, hard and cruel, wearing without shame the diamond ring Cobb'had taken from the mutilated finger of one of the murdered men, she was woman enough to shrink from giving herself to the arms of a ruffian like him. But she feared him more and more. He was growing impatient and jealous, and she was forced to grant him inter- . * — —i- * -b n/\AfVin<i and coaxed turn to*her, 8 his “light"shudder when she placed her hand upon his brow, made her feel that he looked on her as what he had once called h —a Danther woman—that he associated her al ways with the horror of that massacre in which the plot she instigated had culminated. •Xhe°°b«HOTe Ihi published statement’thought Alver. gr tfcej think it will be hard to disprove it. They will send their investigating committee to £ ew ° r leans and make a show of inquiry, but they will be afraid to stir deep, lest they turn up mole offensive matter. Knowingthe corruption of the Dartv and the calibre of men that usual ly comehere to take office, they have sneaking fears that the statement of a plot to kill ana rob may be true, and while they make a pre tence o/inquiry, they will take vesti- to search truly or to punish, for fear lnvesu gation may confirm the crime of those men. Th« r will not send the troops. This reasoning had much truth to found iJlf » ® °o ““on might taken but for one thing. Those who believed that Marshal Witchell would abandon his hold upon the parish in the horror and dismay caused by the death of his brother and his friends, did not know the man. Grief and remorse held him paralyzed for a while, then his ^<« ar°used, made stronger by the opposition against him, made fierce and bitter by the revengeful thirst that now mixed with his desire to succeed. These people—these murderers of his brother he saidlo himself, should feel his yoke as *bey had never felt it before. He would show them that he would succeed, and all who had con- Courage,’ she said, ‘I will be out side to work for you; I will write and report to you or 1 will come and tell you face to fice how all is go ing. I will be permitted to see you. How glad I am that you are not to be taken away. I heard th ‘We 4 we^nly'to be confined in the Court house and guarded, though I fear**™ will be tak en, to New Orleans to be tried there. I don t fear the issue, but I regret to use time from mv affairs here. I shall nominate my ticket and hope to be out in time to carry he election. If Tam not, my friends mast wort for our cause. I know that you will, my brave heart. Keep a watch upon Cobb and Yent, the- may turn trai tors Keep them silent by fnghtmng or coaxing as von think best. Don’t exose yourself to danger or comment, and do no forget that my hopes are, in a great measure,! your hands.’ He had not spoken so kindlyo her in weeks. But now, her face was close to Is her eyes wet, her mouth tremulous. SheJoked womanly. He touched her cheek with hi hand, a warm tear fell upon it. He shuddejd; the thought of warm, dropping blood cam.into his mind, nicture of the massacre swacbefore his eyes. He hastily unloosed her mds from their hold of him, saying: ‘I mast it tax their pa tience, good-bye,’ and just toiaing his lips to her forehead, he rejoined the ailing guard •He is beginning to hate meihe cried to her self. ‘It was for him I did ited he hates me f °This was part of her punistent for sin. The man she had schemed and wed for turned from her with a feeling of refeion he could not master. He was not of l moral calibre No soulless villain was Alvei He had moral as well as mental elevation;a jh sense of hon or. a scorn of every thing hand mean If thirst for power, and a tierce j*6d ot lvadical rule and a woman’s powerfinfluence, had made him stoop to do a wro, they had not debased nor hardened himlis remorse for the terrible issues of the excrent in Cohatch- ie issues he never fully been—was none the less keen that its workings hid in his own proud heart. It was noride and unrest that urged him on to accomh his purpose. But for these, he would haihrown up the game that had cost him so maieepless nights, so many pangs of anxiety angret. Fifteen minutes later, sawver a prisoner with several others in the ba*me court house that was Cohatchie’s pride* prisoner but unshackled, allowed freedouthe room, and permitted te recieve and (erse with his friends. tuck. He stayed all night some where de night before and some smart nigger reformed upon him to de Calv’ry. Dey said he had a big han’ in de ’sturbance and de soljers was mity glad to git him. I got a chance to speak a word wid him and he axed straight about you, Miss Zoe. ‘Is she well? he said, and den, ‘Is she mar ried?' and I tell him, ‘Not yet. De weddin’ will be performed next Thursday night; de cake done made and all.’ He look mity down in de mouth, and no wonder. Taint no fun to hear tell of weddin’s and sich, when you’re in a scrape like he is.’ And after hearing this, Zoe had to go and put on smiles and pretty attire to welcome the lover who came later and who would expect her to be as happy as he was. So pale was she that Kate insisted on touching her cheeks with rouge. The black brows looked like arches of jet on her | ‘ I am never merry when I hear wseet music. ’ ‘ Bringing in Shakspeare to excuse yourself. Little sentimentalist! I suppose all people in love are sentimental though. Head grows soft to sympathize with heart; is not so Mr. Lareau?’ (TO BE CONTINUED.) Our Contributors. Stories, etc.—Sub scribers who have failed to read Mrs. Purdy’s serial, ‘Mad all her Days,’ have missed a fine, strong, thoughtful story, full of deep and noble insight into character and motives. We will shortly begin a new story from her pen, called ,Queen Addison, or When Flirting is Right.’ We will also commence in two weeks a deeply inter esting serial by a new contributor, together with a seiies of bright and crisp short stories, from a corps of experienced writers. The Health Department of this paper deserves ivory forehead, and the eyes beneath were dark- \ to be read with care. Every article is of value. CHAHPTER XY. The work of arresting went -ously on. Day and nfobt, parties of cavalith negroes to pilot them, scoured the coy, surrounded houses without warning andihed them from bottom to top with a thcrougs only equaled by the indelicacy shown, an. disregard for the feelings and modesty of Sn. The court house became like a hotel, saerous were its inmates, while many to e? capture, had taken refuge in flight. Youoys and gray haired men fled the countryiste, or hid in the miasmatic swamps andk woods, and fought musefuitoes and lion the results ot their fishing and huntingfcer with such food as their friends could ue to convey to them Sometimes tbeir hidlaces would be betrayed bv treacherous negnd the ubiqui- tious cavalry would swoop mpon them in a hot chase across the couitheir superior knowledge of the woods arir more dash ing horsemanship usually eig the pursued to esanpe. er, and dropped their long lashes when Roy tried to read the meanings they held. Winter Lareau, Royal’s friend who had come to be ‘best man’ at the wedding had his eyes and heart seemingly filled by the blonde beauty of Kate West -a fairy in pale blue with moon light colored hair and a wild rose complexion; so the engaged pair were left to themselves. How hard Zoe struggled to hide all she felt and to seem interested in Roy’s plans and happy in his praises. She succeeded as only a woman with tact and self-control could do. If Roy noted any lack of her usual variety and spiritu- elle, sprightliness, the plea of headache explain ed and excused it. But she was glad to take refuge in music, and she sat down to the cottage piano and played fragments of favorite compo sitions and sang snatches of songs to the delight of Royal who liked music that was not too ‘ ar tistic,’ and loved the warm, thrilling melody of Zoe’s songs. After all though, the playing was not a wise move. The music brought its own atmosphere of romance and ideal tenderness that was dangerous to one who had set bounds upon her emotions and said, ‘Thou shalt not overleap them.’ Half unconsciously, she played the prelude to a dreamy air to which she had set Hirne’s little song, ‘We met to part forever.’ Then giving herself up to the spell of the mo ment, she sang the piece to the end. When she reached the last two lines, a voice caught up air and words—a voice so low and soft it seemed an echo—and sang with her: Dr. Wilson is a progressive man, and he is a conscientious one. That he dwells more on pre ventives than on cures, and more on Nature’s methods of restoring health than on drugs and medicines, make his views all the more worthy of attention. His articles upon the proper treatment of children are worth more than the subscription price of the paper to ev ery parent in the land. Dr. Wilson is the phy sician who so long had charge of the health de partment of Godey’s Lady’s Book. He is also the author of the Home Book of Health, the most practical, sensible, and comprehensive manual of hygiene we know of. • spired against his friends should feel the full The ho j day8 w6 re over, adian summer P, .:%• rfuni«hment. if not directly at the hands -..-ej-V.rfgl beyty, of the government, then indirectly during Ins administration oi office among them. Not yet was his proud spirit humbled. Fiercer and stronger than ever burned within him the de sire of power. No softer influence tempered it. The gentle wife he had loved, the gentle brother who was so dear to him were both dead. Their influence could no longer soften or restrain He silenced the voice that whisperea these af flictions might be meant as rebuke to his un scrupulous ambition. He felt himself only a wronged and thwarted man, and he swore to p“ he obtained the troop, and started with them up the river on one of the larger boats now beginning to ply the rising St They arrived without warning. The boat stopped at the landing and the uniformed men and ^splendid horses came out in numbers that struck di=may to the towns people. Captain Witchell was among them. Floyd chanced to see him before Alver did. His cold, determined eye tilled her with dread. She hurried t° Alver and begged him to fly at once. It you had seen Witchers face you would know that he means to sift this matter to the bottom and to punish every man connected with it. •He has not that power,’ answered ‘Alver. He mav arrest and try; he has no proof to convict. I will not run away. I will stand my ground. Let them put me in prison, let them try me. views, in which she soothed with all the art in her power. Some of these in terviews took place in Alver’s parlor. Cobb was more presentable now, since he had exchanged his shabby disguise fora decent suit and trim med his hair and beard, still that rough figure, that sensual mouth and lowering brow, seemed greatly out of place beside the beautiful, intel lectual fade and superb shape of the bold ad venturess. Usually though, it was arranged that he should meet her when she was out rid ing. In some of the wild bridle paths that ran through deep forests or along steep-banked ba yous, he would be waiting for her. Rarely they rode where there was a chance of meeting otu- ers, but one afternoon as they left an unfrequent ed ‘cattle trail,’ and came out into the riverside road, they saw a gentleman approaching them on horseback riding beside a lady dressed in a deep black habit with a black crape veil thrown back from her very fair face. It was Mrs. Hol- lin going down to her plantation, and her escort was Alver. He had shown every attention to the widows of the dead officers, had called up on them, expressed his deep regrets at the fatal extent to which the excitement had gone, had persisted in spite of cold looks and words in do- iug everything for their comfort and rendering them every assistance in their business, until the poor ladies, too troubled to arrange any thing for themselves, and too frightened to venture out, began to give him their confidence and believe he must be the one friend they had in this stranger land, and that he had done all he could to avert the fury of the mob from their ill-fated husbands. The meeting parties were embarrassed on en countering each other, all but Mrs. Hollin. Her nale pensive, face did not change, but Flov’d colored and paled as she met Alver s eye, Cobb out on his look of swaggering assurance 'and Alver’s face darkened and his handsome They cannot find me guilty. I am not guilty_ of those men’s deaths. I will nominate my ticket in prison and win the day, if any fair election can be held in the land.’ •Alver for heaven’s sake leave at once. I or dered your horse to be saddled as I came by the stable/ Everyone is running away I saw Cobb, Waldon and Hayne on the top of the hill with their horses at full speed. The troops have be gun arresting already. At least keep out of the lav until I can find out for you the extent of the danger that is to be feared. They say Witchell has every man down on his black list- •I know that. I know every man has been spotted. They have had secret spies and detec tives among us for a month. ‘And you will not go.’ ‘No; to go will be giving up all we have been working for. Strange that you advise it. ‘True, for the moment I thought only of your safety ’ the woman said with tears springing into her eyes. ‘Perhaps it is best you should re main and be cool and fearless as you know how to be. Arrest and imprisonment will endear vou to the people; and when the trial comes, nothing can be proved against you. Circum stances favor you. You can show that it was rieht to arrest and dismiss the officers. You can show proofs of their guilt strong enough to au thorize this; with their killing you had nothing to do. That was the work of a mob^of strange men, over which you had no Zoe's wedding day was i.oyal s sister Kate—vas with her—andonate, lively girl, Zoe had put aside the (that had so long been between her and hf°thed. It was a mist of romance, she saserself, the breath of common sense mufi^ if aside. She went dutifully about he: work; she school ed herself into thinkinguliy of her marri age with Royal. He wtome on the next boat, and all preparatfoe made for a quiet wedding. Quiet it mtP ft ssarily be since societv here was wofail eu U P, hardlv a male member being lef of the housholds in Cohatchie, or for mi^g ^0 river, above and below. The men !en captured from time to time by the trol confined in the strongly guarded walla court house A few nights before, an itleman, neighbor to the Vincents, had hibouse surrounded at midnight by the ca He had managed to get out and crawl ii garden where he singularly escaped dis The garden was tramped from end to ut the old gentle man, squatting close «*w vegetables was over looked, or his bite poll was taken for a cabbage head. Another house in S'the Vincent place was surrounded, the tght—a large, dark- old building which a-fever scourge had left with one solitary^—a young man. Leaping from the wilhen he was waked by the clank of caval* outside his door, he found himself enbutu bayonets, and laughing recklessly sog: ‘Why couldn t you let a fellow finishing nap? he had given himself up. 4»ts afterwards some young men. who wei>ng, rode from their place of concealment the fields, avoid ing the roads and niters, and came to see Zoe and Miss We, listening anxious ly at the window, h« the muffled sound of oars a few hot their arrival, and had given the alaime for the young visitors to make g<r escape. Fifteen minutes afterwards.il of Federal cavalry was drawn up aron?ouse m the moon light, the buildi thoroughly over hauled and the inaptly questioned con cerning the birds tlwckily flown. All who had carried «ring the Riot were hunted down, the ;hemg the chief in formants. Tom Ludd wasting to Zoe on the ‘ In some fair Aidenn we shall meet Who have parted here forever.* She turned around, pale as if she expected to see a ghost. ‘ Was it you that sang?’ she asked Royal. ‘No; I never heard those words before. It was some one outside. Hugh, perhaps,’ he said, wondering at the agitation of her looks. ‘ You don’t think it was the spirits ?’ ‘ Certainly not, unless you have brought them,’ she laughed, recovering her self-possession. ‘It was likely Hugh. He has heard me sing the piece before, or one of the negroes, they are wonderful at catching up anything musical.’ But she was not candid in what she said and she walked presently to the back window through which the sounds had seemed to come and looked out. She saw no one, but the thick foliage of the cedar tree close by stirred and rustled, though there was no wind. She was about to lean out and whisper a name into the dusk and silence, when Royal, who was turning over music at a stand, called to her from the other end of the room. ‘Ah! Zoe, here is that pretty little duett, ‘Under the Stars,’ we used to sing together. Come, let us sing it now?’ She answered quickly: ‘ It has been so long since I tried it, I have forgotten the words, but Kate sings it well and vour voices blend charmingly together. I'll Jail lief <j\ oI K1.U aoli w '...it — ! flj. yor>.’ Kate put down the pretty fancy work she had been trifling over and came to the piano, at which Royal sat down to play the accompania- ment. Young Lareau stood by them to turn the music. After the first few bars of the song had been sung, Zoe quitted her stand by the piano and went to the window on the back part of the room and dropping the curtain behind her, leaned out, listened and looked. Nothing out there but the trees, motionless in the breeze less night, the chirp of insects, and further back, the white cotton-fields lying under the moon-light. She turned off with a sigh and was leaving the window, when she again heard a rustling outside. Once more she looked; sfie suppressed a cry that rose almost to her lips. There in the dim light, just below the window, stood Hirne. Startled, she stretched out her hand half believing it was an illusion. He ! Sleet was lost, caught her hand in his firm clasp and pressed it to his lips. Drawing it hastily away, she found voice to say low: ‘I thought you were captured.’ ‘ I was. I got away from them. They follow ed me into the swamp, and I eluded them there. They went back without their game.’ ‘ Why did you not go on and put yourself out of the reach of danger ? Why, are you here, where they may come upon you at any moment ?’ ‘I am here to see you; I came back to this place to see you, I have no intention of being balked of my purpose.’ ‘ But you will go now?' ‘ Not until I have had one last interview with Tliompsou’s Restaurant.—Who would hava all the heat, trouble and fumes of cooking at home these broiling days, when they can have delicious and wholesome meals served to them at Thompson’s fashionable restaurant at less cost than they could get up the same in their own kitchens. And then everything at Thomp son’s is so delightfully clean, cool and quiet. The sparkle of glass and silver, the grace and fragrance of fresh flowers, and the snowy table linen combine to make the viands more appe tizing than elsewhere. The ladies’ cafe is a bles sing to ladies who need a cup of hot tea or cof fee or a glass of cold sherbet or ice cream after the fatigues of shopping and visiting, or the la bor of teaching, sewing, writing, etc. * The International S. S. Convetion.—The published proceedings of the late glorious International Sunday School Convention held in this city, have been laid upon our table by Messers. Phillip & Crew. They make a large pamphlet of 160 pages, embracing all the pro ceedings, and the many beautiful and touch ing addresses delivered during that season. Any one can procure a copy by inclosing 25 cents to Phillips & Crew, of Atlanta, Ga. One Of Vanity’s Victims. The Sad Fate of a Sacramento Girl—A Warn** ' ing to Those Who Dye Their Hair and , Eat Arsenic. [Sacramento Bee.] About a year or so ago a young lady of sunny temprament, pleasant features and native gen erosity and goodness of heart, commenced to use to excess preparations for bleaching her hair to the fashionable golden tinge and, at the same time, became a slave to that beautifier of the complexion and the form—the deceptive poison, arsenic. Her features before, though not beautiful, were at least good, but, like too many of her sex, the handiwork of God Almigh ty did not satisfy her, and she thonght to im prove upon it. People soon remarked her 1 ..align'd appearanc/ for the better. Il^t eoai- j plexion was rosy and blooming, her hair soft, ; silky and of a beautiful tinge, her form plump er than it had been and her skin smooth and i white. But her self-congratulaticn did not ! last long. Headaches soon followed, growing more and more violent every day, but still she kept on using the abominable stuff which had been the ruin of so many. Of late her suffer ings have been almost intolerable. The bless ing of sleep has not been hers. Rest denied to her his soothing presence. Her head was a very hell of torture, night and day, and living and breathing was an agony. There are wo men in this city who can tell what she suffered, Thank God, there are few of them who have come to her end ? Day by day and hour by hour her safferings increased. Her mind grew feebler and feebler, her thoughts wandered, her and today, a young girl of | twenty years, she is confined in a cell in that i prison of the living dead, Stockton, a chained j and raving maniac—a fearful and terrible warn- : ing to others. Whether the light of intelli- : gence will ever illumine her mind and lighten up the darkness of her life time alone can tell. Heaven grant that it may, and grant that no ! other woman be so sorely afflicted as this poor girl! you. How the Girl sot the 12,000. -Oh- thev are coming. — breath and turning whiter than before as a party of cavalry men with an officer at their head rode up to gate. Alver received them with that graceful ur- lianitv that never deserted him, and when ar rested smilingly signified his willingness to ac company them, and going in followed by two soldiers, soothed his wife, clasped her and his Miildren in his arms, kissed them and said: •v 0 w I am ready.’ His papers had all been se cured and his business arrangements made be fore band in fear of hir being suddenly taken UP Flovd came to the door as the three were pass- iD o out along the corridor. Turning to the sol diers with her persuasive smile, she said: Gen tlemen, allow me a private word with your pri soner while you stand guard here at the door. Yon see, there is but one door to this room. They bowed low, struck with admiration, such as all men conceived for this fair woman. She laid her hand upon Alver’s and drew him into the room; her fingers closed upon his with a firm, cheering clasp. She broke off, catching her •meddlesomeness in this particular one afternoon as a)oh the bank, watch ing the ascending anoke from a steam er coming up the * l 8 till miles below, around the deep b -te crooked stream. She knew that Rtrfs on the boat-the man that in two d tf be her husband and she tried to the flutter at her heart was for joy.as busy crimping her fair hair, for Rojian,’ whom he was to bring with him, favorite admirer—a dark-eyed young energetic and inde pendent. Tom drawing in Handy s •fish line’ with ‘cat attached, and now, with his ps feet, stood where he had stopped orr fiear Zoe and with his eyes on the curls staining the horizon, prononreed th*ing boat to be ‘de ole Bartable’ comi^’lair’s Bend. ‘Dare’ll be m* on her, I hearn, he said, not quitede the pride ho felt in the fact ‘ Dafih anuther man balow here visterday.down dat way huntin’ my boss and I take him, and I wuz mity sorry to Sffas. I’d a warned him ef I’d had a c dey had tuck my vote away fur doinle wuz dat Cap’n what spared my lif er de foolishness las’ summer. ’T*— Cap’n Hirne. \ T ou ’member him, •Remember s s white lace and wild look bore witlie did. Hirne caplw came he here? sue controlled hei ‘I can’t tell Jit. He was cornin’from Texas, maytx dat rout when he was But every moment is full of danger. The negroes may see you and inform against you.’ ‘I know it. Still I must see you.’ ‘Come in then. Come to the back door through the shrubbery. The servants will not be so apt to see you.’ ‘ No, I will not go in. I know who is there. Do you think I want to meet him ? Do yon think I could bear to see him look at you as if you were his already, and you return his fond looks? No. In a little while, he will have you all to himself. All I ask of you before that time comes is a few moments of yonr society—a little while to look at you, and listen to you, and feel you near me. Ttien I will go away and yon shall never hear of me again. But I will not go now until you have granted me this much.’ ‘ How can I? It is very dangerous for you to be here. Parties of cavalry cross nearly every night and patrol the river up and down.’ ‘ I have my horse fastened at the foot of the lane there near the woods in a clamp of bushes, just beyond the great pecan tree. Will you come to that tree to-night? There is something 1 expenses, I must say to you. Will you come and tell me good bye forever ?’ She hesitated. i ‘ I shall wait there until daylight, unless you come.’ His face was determined. She knew he would do as he said, and she feard he would be taken and that it would go hard with him, for she be lieved that he had been that ‘long-haired, keen eyed Texan’ who led the mob of lynchers. Be lieving it however, she still found it hard to resist his pleading for a last interview, in which he had something to say to her. It might be im- portat she should hear the something, she reasoned, and it was right to try and save him from the consequences of his own imprudence iq exposing himself to being captured on her account. It was her duty. The last verse of the song was being sung. She must speak before the notes that had drowned their low talk should cease. ‘ I will come’ she said, and stepped out from behind the curtain as Royal rose from the piano. • Roy is in ^ilendid voice,’ cried Kate. ‘Don’t yon think so Zoe? Why what is the matter? You look almost ready to cry Does music af fect you so ? I thought yon more matter-of-fact. Fie!’ [Nelson (Ky.,) Record:] Quite a remarkable case is reported from Larue County, four miles from Buffalo, in the vicinity of Brush Creek. One old man, named Henry Mattison, had for fifteen years been successfully engaged in the manufacture of moonshine whis key, and in that time accumulated a sum of mon ey, about $12,000. One day last week Mattison died, and before death repented of his sins; then made up his mind to give the Government his money, as he considered he had swindled it out of that amount. All he had was money, ex cept the patch of ground that he lived upon, about three acres. The day after his death, Sally Small, a young girl said to be his illegit imate offspring, visited her dead father, and while there, succeeded in getting the money. While the friends of the old man were at the grave, Sally, who was with her beau, a young man from Lexington, concluded that it was the best time to ‘light out,’and this they did. They took the Knoxville branch train at Gethsemane, and went to Govesburg, where they took a train over the Southern road for some point East. They are, no doubt married now. The girl sent $50 dollars to an acquaintance to pay the burial I Wender. When a young man is clerk in a warehouse, or bank, and dresses like a prince, smokes ‘foine cigars,’ drinks ‘noice brandy,’ attends theatres, balls, and the like, I wonder ifhe does all upon the salary of clerkship ?—When a young lady sits in the parlor all day with her lily-white fingers covered with rings, I wender if her mother don’t make the puddings, and do a good deal of work in the kitchen ?—W r hen a man goes three times a day to get a dram, I wonder if he will not by-and-by go four times. —When a young lady laces her waist a third smaller than nature made it, I wonder if her pretty figure will not shorten life some dozen years or more, besides making her miserable while she does live ?—When a young man is dependent on his daily toil for his income, and marries a fine lady who does not know how to make a loaf of bread or mend a garment, I won der if he is not lacking somewhere, say towards the top, for instance, A Philadelphia bank was robbed yesterday, in Ihe usual way, of twelve thousand dollars in bonds. Two robbers did the work—one amused the clerk while the other pocketed the ‘sugar.’