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The golden era, v. XIII, no. 29, Sunday, June 18, 1865.
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Mason, Alice. Egan, Pierce, 1814-1880. Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870.
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1865-06-18
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San Francisco [Calif.] : J. Macdonough Foard, Rollin M. Daggett
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Dime Novel and Popular Literature
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The stolen bride / by Alice Mason. The fair Lilias; or, Life in death / by Pierce Egan. Life in death Our mutual friend / by Charles Dickens.
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BROOKS & LAWRENCE,
PUBLISHERS, No. 648 Cay Seamer.
~
San Francisco, California : Sunday
wy, June 18, 1865.
‘Vol.
XIII—No. 29.
Professor C. Cleargu
Lectures on Familiar Texts.
Home, Sweet Home :
My Dear Primos :—Sever is have
sd away since sent only. rein eyes
have ranged over
abroad, a cousin of Mrs. Heywood and
seven more hairs ae hen packed {fon he| Olive's mother, a dear and intimate friend
anium of Time and cast into the
er looking ansouly ahead,
fends no err nd
fe farrows upon my face—
my
the flitting,
THE STOLEN BRIDE. |
BY ALICE MASON.
[cower
Chapter VI—Ho: Arrival
‘That same day, astranger arrived from
of the family,
was attr tall, broad-shonldered
,/an@ moscular man. His features not regu-
PF:
ta not Practice it; for he had a natural
lence, beholding ft ina
Me nobler Tight than it is generally re-
ded) that would have made 8 whale
=
the back parlor, Lila had retired
father had not yet returned. He was s
by the sad drooping of her countenance as
ate attracted him towards Lite ‘tn the
always—from noble impulse
ing it—and his ie soa seat skill
fon dlasloved oe ith
first place—as tioknow and suffering did| o:
fire, with a deep teh, bee bands folded
relessly over cach other, her eyes
wv-] moodily on the coals.
Horace axed a Sov glance on ber
Horace was still alone when she entered
j her|w!
trek
chair in front of the
fixed
“sue bas told you—Lila has told you
what has she said ?” exclaimed he, thought
Ieay craving iawelt toy this avowal
“shel Lila ing about it.
But I have teamed ‘at jon are not free to
marry,”
«Tis false ! It cannot be proven, Orne
Tacknowledge that I have loved befor:
told you #0, you know jut it wana fe
segue the last, ‘perhaps,
hert
defoabl le intimation
that cauead er to hesitate, L dare not;
{far bm too uch ealden be is mar
It is wrong to request
telandetine serrlews. ‘put yet for te
—|refuse so sight
he woul ever ake
franetoen,boplih passion.
f the mind, and, in the nope of alleviating
i he resolved to seek her confidence.
ihe fat to inti “ wound.
ze ath 7 are left dead |lar at pening his face bore
ne them taraly @ of deep thought and study, of extended |oven, thet you fel ‘are unreliable, that are
Iy by selfish motives; yet
1 at wheat tho whitened year fae |" Dear Horace,” a Orie, edly, as| Poreessed
slowly ‘and fal Into the great golf, fiat she came barriedly iuto the ro ‘om. a8 a *] you can not et the tact, the subi -
the bo of eternity booms . fiuence, tne ws your eecret from you
an as she beard of his wna thie fe indeed in epite of ‘yourself. How ‘i
within on oul, and we gh thea, for anoth.| ee ne [ia ep more, | 5
& pleasant hen ting her hands! then, is tee Jaflaence incrensed when you
a Ss well, my gaping fronde to take a
‘through which
ave passed, "te dr samy Tong ago, and
oi Tow oven ings si ends. T
sat on the pinnacle of ‘fategapt il, gazing
far out through the Golden Gate, musing ten-
derly of my past. I searched among the
dusty rabbis a
hi
the words “ot
“my homeless
her
any of youhave given yoor lest tise to|that he bardly kuew of itanti
by
se you love at home. The old church
va il bo more rng ont Its recholog cadence
8; you will no more race glee-
folly overt rhe adeatog Bele and the cool
old forests will nev: 10 back your
Di
feels ia ripping a big moscle from his native
frank, when ae arrive?
“ Day vefore erty 7 land
plied he, “and went immediately to the
metimes let memory enter the garret of old count airy cent, at learatog that yon and] Thue it
former experiences, ‘and search among the | you
father were both be and that two
seedings were about to ke plac 2, T bur-
tied here in order to ve preseat fat that
ening, her eyes falling.
man of cate good sense and
experience, and she, with a woman's tact
oad kindness of feeling, wisbed to spare
Si sy Pain and them meeting was wit ihoat
t with what deey
though aden | feclng he met the oe be
ad loved from childhood. How fondly
aad rezretly bis eye ee on the Torely
face, the 1 for howe
beauties anc ade expr andi ing ie had ad-
mired and rejoi iced in with themingled fe
ings of @ father and a lover.
him so inpereny
cen eee
thought he wo ald bide
oe
ow
countenance, much as be had studied
eagerly as he had watched for some
sponse to his passion. He aw friend-
der fes
ecoutroat,
n ber lover entered; and he marke
te slight flush, te consotons aeoig of
rock. ayes, as she gave the troduc-
Tet the home of our youth sometimes dion, To know that this as the man tha
come to yon in your thonghtful moments, |had sauntered aly aton oe and careewy
| plucked the flower he had coed ant
tended s0 long! Horace was
|ignomist, and he intently ‘enna ie
changes of bis face in the short
"tion that ensued. Perbay
Home wields astrangoly poworfl Insence|®
a the
over the mind of the wanderer.
Daraing siroceos of sorrow sweep over his|
soul, and the green places are seared and|sl
Desperation wields the soeptr, of
the mind and be ie rash ight for the
shi
of destraction, ‘Shen, as sweetly as
the sound of an eastern breeze crawling
throngha key hole, ‘comes Home, Sweet Hé
ary
taflcient this eve
it be no collection upon this occa-
sion, my jubilant friends, as Br. ie isn
present, and besides your ator
bas foam aa cheaper free lunch extabisoment,
r
there! sex] 01
is ‘oo al ot Teser to sing; a
wish that you may each ind some softer
Place then the pavement to rest upon, to-
night, we will slope to our several stalls,
Tae AxNvat oF Scextieto Discovery,
for 1865, has just been published by Gould
& Lincoln, The editor, Dr. David A. Wee,
‘mentions as the most nc oticeab he events
she progress ot. science in 1864, the re-
a ‘ie throvgl the “spectrum analy-
details of which are given at
Teneth " the new department of “Celestial
Chemistry,” the additonal tight which bas
en threwn on the questions regarding
the antiquity of the races the development
of the business of obtaining and ntilizing
trolent ; the continued investigations of
‘yndall an others in respect to the prop:
eat ; the application of
tert seulp' ure ni
‘the
pres nd packing, and fish
cealtures ‘and the results of experiments in
all that relates to military and naval war-
fare. This emicently useful, instructive
and interesting volume, only needs to have
attention called to its contents, to insu
i 0
New York.—A queer city is New York,
saysthe World. Less than two years since.
for one entire week, it was as mach as a ent he was intrnduced| ately, a1 iH
negro’s life was roe to be seen jin the|to her. He hed studied the medical pro-| nity, hart at hs cool een, appre a
topmost wa rer Tashcnabe favor! Whee fession in his youth, a1 was only be-|sense of coming evil, felt for the ‘tnt toe
next? we wond
‘ot |in me, dearest
importa
ries made by Huggins | ¥S
e
ps it was pataral
he
rity in
was vos worthy tert She waa y
fad ai ated now, as she cot
and the burden of the conver-
tation ‘ell upon her, for Theo:
usually moody, and Horses was always
rather i and thonghtfal.
said St. Clare, thenext morning,
stood on the balcony, > bare you
eet love and con!
place.”
« Why in te varia, a gene Theodore,
do you ask
“Surely, if yes ee Tencet “confidence
sition J rake vi
wn inposeible or vnreason
fully mice Tare you that ne ie of ital
“Explain ‘eure Theodore.
anite ready to listen
“Ido not know that I can give any tan-
Tam
‘ible: ic
Tis merely a. presentiment, perbape, but
mine im-
she, gaily, “you
are merely Tow-pinted what can divide
now ?””
“Death may,” said he, almost inyolun-
tari! iy?
” said Olive, with a slight shiver,
linking her bands over her lover's arm and
drawing closer to him, A m
she had looked around over #
face of nature with » sense of exaltation
and admiration—the deep blue
teat ie utmost reveren
time, Dear Olive, allow me to eoDgrstt| heary to be lone.
late you with all my heart,” She lay, one morning, on her accus-
nestly. ” tomed couch in the back parlor. The
Thank you,” eaid be, her color deep-|iovers were gone out riding. Mr. Leslie
opening|
apes killing you. him
vel, ” eried she, impatient-
t.|know him? Did you love hit
0
know what a man
tres f course,” rn ‘she, aightly sur- | but myster
yo
ethos ures, te @ proposition Iam
avout to make, Tet wt be ha immediately
and privately married, and leave this
ow
ee and confidence,
you know they are re realy aod traly
tient and seek it for ood.
was with Lila.
her bands
ed on
was jer as she lay,
clasped above her head, her
ness, Jone, with a long
drawn igh of relief, she turned her face to
the wall.
“I am cent,” said the calm, sedative
ce of Florence Grey, entering the room,
“0 entertain sou to while away your
eliness, What do to amuse you
Sball Te ead?”
“No, no ; it fatigues me to listen.”
“Then let me talk
srike ‘nin least by sympathy,
ly, the Med rahing feveraly foto be
pale cl ‘There is no relief for me
but in oath ”
“I wish I could persuade you to confide
your sorrows to m
“Tdare ot, Tdare not,” said she, wring-
ing her Slondcr hand 0 Beree ly that her
engagement ring wae broken, and she cast
@ glittering circlet bitterly from her,
agony of mind, and
oa arriage,—T cannot, mer tt pro
arc roan to heen interest. “Do you mean
ria
She “covered her face with her hands and
wept silently.
Let me entreat you to tell me the truth,
Tinsist npon it; Iam a friend of Olive’s ;] m
-|I would sacrifice my heart's blood before
she should be mrongod U am the propes
one to know if all is Come, tell
me a
“Oh, ean not.
know bis fearful temper mien ross
He has forbidden it. 1
weed, his.
fixed Acterminations ”” mure , de-
spairingly dropping her mand to ber'iae,
“Who do you meant St Clare! Did you
”
“ Ab yes, I did love bim then,
he was.”
“Then you do not love bim now. If all
this is paseed, if the fre of first love has
burned out, if be loves suother, why not
saffer him to marry, , and you do the fame
and be hap
se it e posible; it cannot be|sn
done; “it would be 8 rim
« Why ni
Taid not
yet be dares to talk of wig snotber”
cried Floi
ried 2”
we are legall rod > anid she,
skin fexbansted 0 ery
oe fat sensation was one of ele
paw a he thought of Olive, pore minded
and Tirtuons, loving euch a man, and of bis
audacity in endeavoring to win her love,
he felt the greatest indignation. What
wonld he bave felt, had be known that he
frst even now oaig at bia powers of pr:
induce her toa an elopement and
a ‘aendeetine marriag
Snapaer Vu The Death of Love.
tke thie as of betel
vpay
Horace paced the floor, reflecting on the |
losure he had heard and pondering
what course to pursue.
There was nec
for immediate
considering all the cireum-
stances, what would cause the least pain-
ful feeling. But while he thonght, he was
with the foaming clouds floating over, the
faint tinge of green appearing on the earth,
the bright sunlight, the joyous carol of the
birds ; now a sudden darkness = appen
fall on all things, as had obscured
the sun at the thought how fearful a thing
to love what death may ton mh? ” But
d yet to learn that there toa pea
worse than death—*to waake idols and to
find them clay.”
Florence Grey was deeply interested in
Lila from the mom:
cause he had eufliciency without, that he
thing; in reality bis blood was boiling at
e thought of this man, at this moment
alone with Olive, pouring into her ea
vows of love, and perhaps—the sialon
et dl
self agrieved by her want of conte
te termed wi in aesig to lope fomedt
relieved when he departed.
es fh
the eelig, Ber thoughts faraway on bus |T
sof heart, the ‘ence would not alart
“ chet do you mean ?” said Horace, now egal
¢
there not only love,
2 did
“Parad usin,
‘am not very good company.”
Ringing for Meh, she came to his side
aaa Tas bar band 0
‘Yet the
he bad often see!
‘Ob,
earnestly, tender
0 much 1”
joning, at
De not thei fa sont to renew my
suit, Xo, Olive, ‘tis on our "account
I thought be was worthy
She Saved herhand ‘0 check! bis hurried,
incoherent speech. more. I love him.
0
will hear no more ‘guint him,
he is worthy of my love
I know
e| her words, “I would not wound you for the
world; but the painful truth must be
spoken, I know he is not worthy of you.”
“Ob, Horace,
lips slightly tremt azing anxiously
e
paint am “operation, Blesdiog hat te may ‘ve
Uipeneed with if possible.
not have saficlent
in me to dieniss bien fo
confiden:
soar er
end.” There ‘pligbted By, fc te
my love is not worth ma
eray at the Grst breath oe rooptaton.
already,
aid he, ‘ss cat, tod sein tore-
“ He as Contes sed to,
mein he used to be wi issipated.”
jo, it is worse than thee “ores bar-
rier ceria between you. You can never
He esate for her face blanched to|
palnol a iti better than this suspense,
ely. Tov Ns
an ‘neconnah e shrinking from him.”
‘our own heart has told you truly. He
has n0 right to you. He is al
ried”
“Ob, Horace!” And she threw up bi
face tur
jot weep, dear Olive,” said he, te
suffer e Tur
ling from het blissful areen, the sudden
falling of the scot
‘lation between them
ct soother day and, yt
rotng, she
‘and called
is she descended.
i fears were aroused
guilty conscience told him
ba foe
“My dearest Olive! What bas bap-
pened?” cried he, oe “face pallog o ne
came forward to m
she had o verrated | hes own courage. At|°
he sight of his face so dear, and knowi
rast be thelr las meeting, she
fom net overcome all her tenderness and
TEOh, Theo
the set speech and dignified demeanor she
-|had resolved on, “why did you ov
5
<
ae
=
g
S
&
&
s
a
5
as
nm
love—when you kney—” breaking off
in agitation,
biel We te on wn her from all #or-
jach as be loved her, his
ing wy serine a ing meen sina, ‘ He pi
(ac
verlag Tn ite look that met panied tat
.|'"do not
Olive,” sia he, tavotgater iy, yet!
“do you love this man
ee farted a and looked coldly, ques-
Je] tortared
e, or I should not}?
eal he, taralng pale her}
bling,
es par
m your thoughta
on my assurance that he does not deserve
race ; he is my affianced at
of
can fal
I
ct kar the exact sateroof the charges
deadly whiter
“Come, go he, bracing hore
to bear viatever he told say, see!
he paused in alarm. “I can bear the ca,
is
ng | that has hung over me
but yet there is
‘already mar-
wei
Horace’s shoulder and almost burst into
love
Dom a
et “He is not worthy of a tear from
y
"Do. not speak to my father thon it
in,
1e
‘you any longer. I fear
the tenor of her:
too Dwell what w was wrong as soonashesaw| Just as Oliv:
eodore,”” cried she, forgetting)
A petty
‘quarrel sep: Toft the county.
Theard abe ded hile Twas abrond. Ie
that as it may, my love for her was cing
4-|compared with my love for you.”
cnrtained root and
sion ; his form trembling with emotion nd
xiety.
oh Olive,” eried he, earnestly rook
g into her doubtful face, and seizing
bulb of her bana with the Ne grasp of a giant,
me aside; I een On-
worthy of your tore, ‘conlesn.- But, ob,
my darling, you will be my salvation if|
on love me, Olive, they talk of woman's
love, the strong, the ates at it i
not to be compared to the love of man.
She—weak, renal vesting at trifles,
by conscientious scruples ; but
That expresses all.” T will
own will?” said she,
tep, for she was frightened ais
viol lence, and the _linpse of @ soul so
passonat e sed fe
‘en 1 your own will if need be.
est, it will vot be against your
wilson love me sl Let mob glance
in thos re
| vealed i love ‘you lip were poy ‘imi to
your love be gone in go short
8
“ou ad me, Theadore, by those
pasion, #0 wate what I thought
st part, at least for a time
wnt my “tiends can sleet up these dark
charges sein st you.”
“Perfect love casts out fear.
trnly love me, you have perfect
in me.
ever} that time, ange, nor g
co alter it; and tor, “ ibe ee breath
ee wre re rendy lo
uve, is this you
not feat fan inquiry, and if all
lini I ‘a fala my engagement. But,
oad thin, our marriage is deferred.”
“Not no 5
have vou in the p ore
ence of those whos
ine. If our mmatiage vin postponed, r
willbe forever
“As you please,”
als
ely,
ing ber table
her side te support herself, for she ire
ea was ready to fall with
‘then it fs painful to you. ‘Thank yon
\y
or 0 expression of sympathy.
| You appear , a8 composed, as if| a
you did not feel at all.”
4 we suffered deeply, Theodore or
it Suffer now; but it is with the
| feeling that you are not wat my "varia
fancy deemed ‘ou. Theodore St. Clare, I
inmost heart that this tale is
m
ts oe sel-
ession of its object,
until I see T feel too to talk when you that is
bout it now, I wll rel my ‘slove. But no, it is false! Yon do}
She suffered Keenl: a de auton, |NOt know the unselfish, the disinterested |"
too much. Tfear © ibe “ttoue with you.
a
used, standing opposite her ; his
r
It you
confidence| my good gir
You said your love would last for-
it | rec
cot
“at your ce . clear, you need | tree
al
said she, pale with
ger and soealng ber hand from his,| that w
ned doe
to wher father 's room.
I last time,—how eruel of mo to refuse,
athe fi Sate
ing the note in her fing
ile bad been confined to bet room, Bt
tossing with her feverish thoughis all ey
ew the fat
Asit grew later, and the family bad retired,
trange longing seized her for a walk and
a breath of fresh air. “I will take a walk
the werden ” murmured she, ‘I will be
danger of meeting no one, and perbaps
fe ean meen if I fatigue myself a little.” She
fer her bead, and mufiled
that opened ont of the ‘parlor, ond idea
down the garden walk,
an alightly startled a perecivng
inthe aig dow of the a figure
| moving, but enssi red by ad
nizing the ‘sia “outline of St. Clare.
aa come
breatblessly : “Deares
not sure.”
“Lila Paute.
and faint from illness, tremb-
I wi
She knew not what to
‘in|say. Weak
ling from exaliomenh she suffered him to
around h et abd with the other
bie handkerchief,
closely around
is
cold? or fe id oe =
while she, feeling a strange langour, and
not exactly understanding the meaning of
‘Ob
ee
“My dear girl, wished to ask your for
giveness. Do you feel ill faint?” fuontng
her si bis handkerchiet. “There is
lare, if ithas not
tt eat” exclaimed hi
28, senseless, beavily in bis arms,
wrth chloroform, over ber face, and took
ber vp i in bis arms.
side the gate stood a close car-
is coe “He addrewed a few words to the|?
She thongbt of Horace
tsreahy erwasdy oad spoke i
is it a
Pierce Egan’s New Story
PUBLISHED FROM ADVANCE SHEETS,
The Fair Lilias;
on,
LIFE IN DEATH.
BY PIERCE EGAN,
Author of “The Poor Girl,” “Imogen; or,
‘The Marble Heart,” “Lady Maud; or, The
Wonder of Kingswood Chase,” “Such ie
Life,” Bto., Ete.
CHAPTER XXXII.
jody ov nine |
“hia.
“pate,
‘What sockert thot b
sone, my
‘Pun. What ey wil with sae
tt, Remember bo am aad what thoy art
Belen ptr
When Dr. Ware aed bok
‘sb
‘as be teri entertained
enomour teatinents tow order
Yo convey 10 the emaciated and Shale
starve » confined in the narrow
tio,
brick cell, some refreshment, ehe, in
tthe rear of the premiees from whieh
jothing was to be seen but an unsightly
wall, and into trhich no person sould look
without the aid of @ ‘he window
seas barred, and the rom ‘had
aspect. It
butt meaaly«
was close at
Miranda promptly objected to being
“cooped te alive insuch a dreary hole,”
bat Liles hardly glanced around ber, and
said a me Kusbaiah took not
fo | the lighten notice of Mirandass complaint
butshe looked long and steadfastly upon,
the pale and Intensely ce of
‘Then a sigh broke from ber lips, and she
pled out of the room, mutes
old sioner, what a de-
a Teanfol wretch tbo Doctor is
break my chain and get away from
vi tafely away; but, no—no—no, He
ie the dovil bimsit, ould be sure to
teh me ageln, na be wo
of kin
blue eye, thy
e firm
reliant manner; bis disinterest. |
nd contraste
8
pot reqre or desire tl
thinks—poor silly fool te
but of bis own sel6
a knowledge would provet tho sbiperedk
of many 8 p
me to an end, | pj
and, at length, cuit ber melai
choly, she gradual lion. consctosnese
tnd fell asleep, er bead res resting 0
the
indow sill, he air of night tosting her
baie,
«Miss Olive,” cred der mal, , shaking:
her, “please
tarte: ‘Te sua a ttone brightly
around her; ste felt bewildered at her| }
position, chilled and cramped froma her
long sleep in such an autuae, with
nerve tingling with apreben sion,
tied the silken girdle
thrust her
dep.
"she
her wrapper,
feet in her Singers and burried
tal By” the table, his head
med on Bs folded trae,
“ Father, dearest father, what is it?”
se enbigy laying her hand on his
nso ruled bis en aay dearest aita”
id_ he, openin, “come to my
i we are sn te ‘world to cach other
or irs, wh you mean, — St.
Clare!” said a ‘he, vceling at his side,
putting her arms around his neck
“Oh, my child, how can I tel ma how | wl
cruelly we are both dei ceived Tite and
me tobe true to ‘ipo will Tbe yours.”
‘And, carried away by excitement and emo-
tion, she burst into tears and darted a
before he, amazed at het vebemence, could
detain ber.
vel, the devil helping me, I will have
se. Shure,
was retiring to bed that
nig! ght shoreosived the following note :
sr :—A vessel sails to-morrow mora-
te at daybreak. P 1e country
hen, never to return, if you will grant mo
¢ last interview.
Clare have fled together.”
“Imponsibio,”_ ried ahe, slgping ber
hands together. “It ean
#0, my wronged an i thoy an are
of carriage wheels just outside the gi
ould have rateed ile
ed! A thousand
curses on the villain
wats father,” said ats, teyg 46 ome
end the news, ery tom
they are ‘capable af
y are not worthy of
rot. We have been and still can be sut-
a horror this will be.
«| fong’attended,
ich | her, an
4
na {et she Song herself, gasping, for
was
re-| was about t
a afer me
ra og tl \d the truth, ‘whats
Tdare not tell him;
was interrupted by the sudden
rapid tramplog of fet toward the Kltzhea,
hi
beveled belt, hse ‘face, and
stood thi
"fe was free, and
inently io a state of desperate excitement,
With a hideous yell, he made a dash at
fd she, rareaming, fled out of the
Kiteben into’ the garden, and scampered
round it, ahe kuew not how, she koew not
ne during ber fight of terror, she. sar
im spring suddenly at the wall, clamber
the top, and Mienppea
ut and her fecollection llt her.
‘did not, however, remain long thus,
for the biter coldness f tte grass on, 10
which she bad fallen, 8001
She rose up, looked urriodly around wer
remembered what bad bappene
Varges, rar
ving and storming like a frantic madmen,
but on entering the house, she found it to
be terrifyingly silent.
called the Doctor's name alond, bat
She
z
Invuabrtiee sod’ more exeted tones but
stl! there was no answer to er
a rresietiblo impulse, she
10 the cell from when:
the madmen had escaped; sbe found. the
oor standing widely and ominovsly open.
She paused and liste ere Was no
id |gound from within ; she Bn ber heal with,
in the doorway, and glanced timidly
round it. Upon the straw, she saw Vargas
Iylog, with bis limbs borribl tintrte.
She crept up to him and looked at bis
face ; she uttered a yell of nator ad fea
from’the cell. Anything s0 hideo
Pai demon | she gould’ not imagine,
On reaching her own domain “the kiteb-
in a chai some time before she
‘could give caberence to her thoughts, but
when she did, she tried to consider ‘what
frould be the most prudent course for her
the Belinea Vargas to be dead ond
sbe had been threat
withperronal plolence, whic 0 be
commited that night, she was not long is
tat her safety
She promptly, therefore, made Dereelf
mistress of everything valuable and_port-
able that was in the house, whether it be-
longed to herself or to Vargas—money in-
80] cluded—and crammed the articles into a
bandbox. She had a strong desire to. rite
the pockets of the Doctor, But an in
fear of him, dead as well as living, pe
vented her approaching him a second time.
She mu pin o bick, plaid
saw and pat ona a capac
Forever, when she m
‘and Miranda were locked in a room abo
this, by the memory a our love; for i here
thatto cuemmaniafe that will bo
for you to know. Tawait
garden gate. Tvemain there ontill see you,
rds, and bid you a lasting adieu.
‘TagovoRR.
The receipt of this note threw Olive
into great excitement and perplexity ; not-
“My cbild, if tT soul beat my own
Teannot.”
3 he is unwo thy of of your asugher Ms},
acaret father, be
you lie down, I wil an ee yon ‘a on vot cot
fee.”
ff} withstanding bis conduct, her heart still} ¢,
strongly plead for him, Hom contd ote
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on" es
lar earnestaces, “Tw re them be-
bind ; Vil take ’em nad. when T
ot tie chance: Til send leat back to thele
friends, Wonder what he wanted to do
wi’ ’em; kidnapped ‘em, T suppose, to
suck money out 0° their fiend.
‘Then, as struck by @
fying idea, she erie:
sor’! Jor’! Isbouldn’t wonder!
The ‘monster! Praise be to the ‘Lord, that
fe has suffered the poor mad creetur to
‘send the wretch headlong to the devil.”
and horri-