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Chapter NumberXXXV - XXXVIII
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Full Date1867-04-06
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Newspaper TitleThe Brisbane Courier (Qld. : 1864 - 1933)
Trove TitleGrantford Grange
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BY'MARY) KYLE DAMAS" 't ! Í ' 1 > i -- !">> P



AT the break of'day the covered wagon which bore Hagar tand 'hori child stopped at a little wayside house, and the man who drovej des? cended and rapped upon the "dooi s It was opened at once, early as it was, by nu old man with Jewish features, who seemed omploydd m getting his own breakfast ir J CO ' )

When he saw the gipsy he shrugged his shoulders, hftedjns hands, and. ejaoulaÇed with

astonishment l

" Veil, veil, ish dis you P I did tink you miles avay Vat lah de matter TIOW?' .>

"Awomamshurt.Dootor," Said Nat /'Wo

have got her in tho, wagon May we bring her

in? '

" Yesh, yeBlí,'' eaid the doctor " See, I place dis couch for her. Hurt'-howP"

" By a shot "^ , \

, " Tut, tut-it uh not de huit for a woman, bullets are for ' men Como, bring her in quickly " '

Nat obeyed t Aided by his comrade, he bore the still unconscious foi m of Hagar into the house and then returnod for the boy

" Wake up, ^oung fellow," he cried

But Otho nevei stirred

Tho gipsy shook him without result tThen he suddenly c^ughtj him m his arms with a look of terror and a cry

"The boy is dead*'

Trembling in every limb at the sudden pres- ence of death, or what ho supposed to bo death, the gipsy rushqd into the honso and laid the child upon the knee of the old dootor

"See," he cried "Ho was well enough a fow hours ago She'll say it was out fault Look, he must be dead."

The old doctor felt the child's pulse, touched his heart, and peered into his half closed eyes Then he cried, suddenly

"De phial from i de shelf yondéi r de red phial, unless you want de < boy to die indeed Pooi olnld, poor child It is his leetlo heart, I

doubt "

And slowly ho dropped some of the ruby liquid oathe tongue, and watched the result

It was not many minutes before the pulse grew Btongei, and the bosom rose and fell with the throes of returning life, and soon the child's eyes opened ' ' 1

Thoy turned norn side to side anxiously,' and settled on Hagar's face with terror io tbein,

" Mammy," he faintly gasped, " mammy," And thon the eyes closed again

"Whose child is dis?" asked the dootor¡ "Hagar's-her's," said Nat, pointing.I

" Has he been alarmed ?"

" Yes He was on tho horso with,her when

she was shot "

" Take-him into yonder room," ¿aid the doe tor, "¡und give doBO dropB eaoh ten minutes t I must attend to | dis woman, and ho ,muat not see Listen another .fright kills him It is his heart " J '

The gipsy took tho1 ohdd ih his aims and obeyed And? the doctor unfastened Hagar's dross He found the spot whero tho bullet had ontered and probed it Soon he had the little deadly thing in his1 hand 'Then he oloanod and bound up the wound, and soon by means of ludicious restoratives, brought Hagar back to her senses " Hei fiist faint cry was- (

"My little lad"

"Hush, hush," said the Jew "De leetlo lad is bettor." ' '

" Better U' gasped Hagar " Bettor ! Was he hurt, too ' I thought I, saved him -, Lot mo seo lum Ah, you look grave, ho is dead "

" No,lnor woufadêd," said tho surgeon " But you said 1 better.' " '

" De child has peon ill He has been ill be fore, I tink." )v jj

" Yea," replied Hagar, " ho has boen oruelly used1-put lo toil beyond his strength, grieved and frightened But he will be better now'that his mammy has him. He shall «live with mo amongst the greon trees, ho shall have no toil, no pain, and then^he will grow rosy, will

he not, and blithésomo and active as he was ? Don't look at mo so, as if my dhnd was in dan- ger" . !

Tho old Jew shook his head ,

" Rest, daughter, rest," he said " Life and '

death/are in God's hands " l ' '

But Hagar, gipsy as she was, know not; the God of the Jew She flung the old man's soothing hand from her, and crioil

" My child-give me my ohdd, my httlo lad. You would take from me if you could. The only think I love on earth->my pretty darling j give him baok to me " T 'j

And just thou the voice of Otho, calling " mammy, my gipsy mammy," waa hoard from

the other room

The Jew called to Nat, and tho next moment Hagar's arms i wore about hoi, child

She held linn to her hearty and lulled him to reat as though he had been an infant Then she bent over him, peering* down into his face, marking the hvid change -there with her pas- sionate .eyes and a, cheek changing frpm white to red, andfrom^red to white Soqn she turned with' quite an altered manner to the doctor

"Whatis tlhsfaee m'-'my lad'sfaoe?" she said, r" It has sever been there before "

The Jew tookher, hand. , ¡

" It is what comes to every face at last " he said ; " It ii Deiih I havo seen it ¡a mine little children's fades-in mino good wife's I know it well, else I would not grieve you "

This tom Hagar. djdtnot cry put-Bhe only lookod at him with, eyes full of anguish. At last she said ' "' '

" How long may'I keep -my little lad ?"

"Perhaps somb weeks, perhaps a day, per- haps an hour It.« de heart."

"The heart-the ^little, tortured, bioken heart," Bighed Hagar " Will I die also P"

"Of de wound»" asked the Jew > !

"Yes '

"Notât all, unloBB you are very foolish," said the man " It is not a dangerous wound Only you must be quiet, and until quite healed do bandage must not be moved, else you might bleed to death Remember dis, and aere is no danger "

Hagar snuled-a strange, wan smile, with a meaning in it the Jew could not fathom At

last she said * H i

" When moy jve go-when Biioll I be strong enough to travel ? In a day or two ?

" To day, if you he quiet in the waggon "

" To day '" Hagar's eyes flashed once more She signed to Nat f "L must go back to the campeó she said. t" You know wherp Aaron is Takq me to him, and your trouble is over, and your Reward earned "

Nat nodded He was anxious tobe rid of all responsibility, -and,ready enough to obey her

Spon after Hagar had partaken of auch re-

freshment as the ^octor offered her The lum- bering waggon moved pn again, bearing beneath its curtains mother and child, clasped in each other's arms once mofe.

Otho's eves never ( closed. His brown, cheeki rested on Hagar's breast, his hand lay in. hers Ho was content safe at last, and with the bemg Nature had made dearest of all the world to his little heart.' And she« the mother, doubt mg the old Jew's prophecy because she wished to doubt it, talked to the boy of green nooks and shady, wild,-wood spots, of homes m tents, and moonlight gtpSy dances No one should evecharm him--ho one should ever vex him and he-would growrto, be a man and a duet m the tnbo r ¡

A fault, moonlight smile answered he1*, and the child clung to her

" It's all beautiful and'glad, mammy, but I'd as lief stay-hearj I don't ->want anything else, only, to .nde^pn, always so, and to hojir such muBiOy"

"Music* cried Plagar

"Yea/,rBaid Otho *. " It's been in the air a great whileoiow,.- Ifs sweeter than what they played r,when we rode round the ring, not so loud and clashing Liston, mammy, and you'll hear it too '' .,

And Hagar* oííly heard the sighing of the wind, and the rude rattle Of the wheels that bore them onward.



MRS HELUSTONBandMrs Peyton sat at work ¡ogether, when Deb, m a state of terrible

agitation, carne tappmgiat the window~bélnud -'Mrs! Peyton's baot, and calling to tho olorgy murfSfWife, i , ! t o ,

j("Do come out» Missy De dog has bosn m de bleu roost! agm Nobor see suûh dog " ' .

MrsJPeytbn sigh'éd <?> >*<" nul

" I declare, Bhe thmksimoro 'of the hens thon she does of my nerves/' aho said., " She gave me suoh a store as I shan't got over for hours I thpught the house waa on five ",

But Mrs,'"Holmstono, who had seen some great trouble où the honest blaok face, went but in a flürry i

" Whatiis the matter, Çeb, ?/' she a=ked

" 'Tisu't de hens, Missy," said Deb " Oh, como along where she can't hear Dis yere 'ill kill her out and out Dey've took Maree Lio

nel agin-Mming him back to hong him Youl can bee do orowd by the jail Oh ! Missy, Dob wish she done gonejlead, she does_J __ _

" Hush " said Mrs Helmstono , " it's wrong to wish that But I feol terribly, too^')ieb What shall I do and, above all, how shall I stell his mother p »

'. MusBent tell her noways," aaid Deb

Then tho white lady and the black woman hurst into tears together and sobbed outright

" I know he is innocent,' said Mrs Holm stone j /

"Bross you, Missy, he nobber hurt a mouse,'

cried Deb

" Oh, cruel men '"

" God done gone desart us," Baid Deb

"No-He novnr does Oh, ho will help us

now-He must1"

"¡Deie an't no help to como " muttered Deb

sullenly " Pears like de debbil got the reins' What's dat, Misaus ? '

A carnage was driving towards the gate, and as it stopped a lady sprang out aud flung hor

self into Mrs HelmBtone'B aiiha It was Geraldine She wore the handsome garments which she had donned to gi ace her budal stdl, andithoy were in strange contrast with her toar stamod face and dishevollcd hair As she

essayed to speak those tears gushed forth in

torrents '

"What shall I do( what shall T do?' ehe sobbed j "Thoy have brought my^husband back to murder lum They are fiends'1 Ho is free'from orimo as any baby upon its mother's bosom Are there no good mon to Sa^ë him P are they all ruthless? Oh, j my husband! my husband ' ' _

"¡Your husband '" said Mrs Holmetono "youi husband, Geraldine?"

The girl laid the little hand on whioh tho /wedding ring shone in that of the .good olergy

man's wife

"Look,!Lshe_aai£L,.i.ho placed it there-ho whom I love, wfyom I have loved BO loqg I am Lionel Peyton's wife, and proud of that name ns though no cloud of shame wero over him His wife-ah, heavens S and thoy will make me ao soon his widow "

And she writhed m agony, clasping her bauds, and sinking down upon her knees upon the oarth as the thought forced itself ia all its stiengfh upon her soul, "

When ah° grow a little calmer, hor kind friend led her into a quiet room, and there hoard all1 the Story of Iho flight, the meeting, and the wedding which had so terrible an end

" It 8carcoly.,.8urprises nie," said Mrs Helm stone "I'm a woman, my, dear, and I know y6u loved him When Miss Henderson came to me that morning of your departure, with the noto you loft for her, I said thia muoh i

" ' My dear ludy, whatever Geraldine has dono be Bure it ia notluug wrong She must have some great reason for refuaing us hor confi dence' ' jf s

T"-'But I have been half a mother to her,' said tho poor soul,(ipitears, 'and surely eho might havo told me without fear of any unpor tant eVont 01 movemont of hoi hfo '

u " Öfiid I, ' Others may have been involved '

" She cued, ' Gracious powers, you can't suspect her of an elopement 1" -, ¡ i

"'1 do,' said I,

" ' I'd rather BIIO were dead,' said she ' She could not disgrace herself thus '

" 1 henL talked to hor, and found that she. had noticod a port of happy agitation lu your mannor on the night of her roturn from a cer tam visit She confessed you might have had

interviews witn'Boino one without her know

ledge, and I jumped at a conclusion ; i

" ' Has she appeared to fancy any /gontleman particularly ?' 1* aaid ,

"'Not of late,' said she '

'' ' But at some timo ?' aaid I

" ' Sho oolorod tOjtho earB

" ' A woman's secrets should not bo pryod into,' said she

" Said I, ' We ore friends Two women who fool to thö orphan girl aa a mother might It is not prymg

" ' In that view of tho cose, I need not mind saying that when Mr Lionel Peyton waa at the Grange I fancy that she felt kindly to him,'

said she

"5You aro right,' aaid I 'Now, my dear, reflect, True lo ve will have lte woy Perhaps they have met Perhaps she has loft home with bun I know her, and this false chargo (for false it is) could not weaken her attach mont Perhaps she ia married to him ?'

" ' With such a fate hanging over him !' she sorcaraod 'He would bo too manly to urge her, even if they met '

" ' And she womanly enough to urge it her

solf, ip such a case,' said I, ' and, of course, secrecy would bo necessary No one could be trusted, no one should '

" Andll was Tight Geraldine I knew I was " The girl subbed convulsively, and the good woman could only wind her arms »bout her, for both were utterly helpleaa to aid Lionel in

this awftil hour

"And'thot-maiii'hunted'yôu down, sighed Mrs. HelmBtono. '(Ah, dearest, I doubt bun. He is false and¡vile., I don't know what ^read fill thoughts havo como' into my mind., They say the Evil One1 always deserts his friends at last, and the man who really did the horrible

deed must be alive somewhere. We shall know

tho truth scrap day." j ,

'('Alas! it will be too late for Lionel. Too

late for me !" sobbed Geraldine. " I know that the worst 'must come now. ' I dare not doubt it. Only I shall not outliveit. I cannot.: Think what it must be to> mo. You oro a, wife j you haye boen a bride ; think !"

, " I dare not, ' dear," aaid Mrs. Holmstone. " I feel the awful truth very deeply now. But then, iyou know, ,if it'is God's will that you 'should live through ¿t, yon most submit."

' Then she, burst ,intó, tears again. Thus old

Mr. Hehnstone found'them. He had no heed to Jiear the story, he had heard it already j but he stood Btorn and calm, trying not to allow his impulse to qutweighhia judgment. Ho believed that in admitting Lionel to his friendship, and placing him as tutor at the Grange/ he 'had done this once at bitter cost; and he looked rebukingly at Geraldine. ,

"You have done very wrong, young lady,

he said. " Man and wife are one flesh, and you have voluntarily allied yourself with a great sinner.j Yon have permitted'your cornal feel- ings to carry you away. , We should pity,thc sinner, but hate his sin. You have brought great grief upon youTBelf and your friends."

In' a moment? Geraldine arose to her full .height, and flashed a glance upon him, such as he had never seen from her eyes before.

"Not one word against,my huiband," she aaid. "My injured,"'slandered husband. Even' from'you I will not bear it. I am his wife-let .that protecthim from insult in my presence."

The old man sighed. His voico trembled.

'' "At least.I:will, not doubt, that you think; him guûtlçBS," he e'sid. " Yet you have, done on ill-judged thing. I have the right to say ti),

and you should hear me patiently. You should have waited until some .proof, of what yoi; be- lieve came to light. You aro in trouble, and I 'pn)y youfor that, and for having fallen,"the vic- tim of a winning face and a voice it is hard to

doubt." '

" His dear, s weet voice," sobbedMrs. Helm Btone.,." Oh, my dear, you arp cruel and un- just, for the first time in my knowledge of you." '

"I strive to be just, rather," said the clergy-, man. " Satan^nay put on a sweet smile and. a sweet voice, and doea often, to our harming."

" This is unbearable," cried Geraldine.'" " I must go; Tcannot remain here another mo- ment.' I hoped for other usage from my old

friend. Lionel's enemies are minc."

trT am n0" man's enemy," said thoclergymanT "I ami your friend; and'hisíí I',wpuld givo tho worldAp- beliefetthe iyoung man ànnocont.,


member ¡that;,and, I,lovod Otho also. Otho was n>y ^darling, my _ pot-lamb j and if a wqlf stole into tho Soak, it was my faults for the wolf wôro sheep's^ clothing'and i trusted him.1 Dd you'nótedé|',Women, how I am torn with conflicting' belief. " How I dure nqt trust my own impulses any, longer. I suffer alf b,' and I blamq myself for all that has como to pass," And he dropped into a chair and hid his face in hie'hands.1' " ""' -)

J1" You have nothing to blamo'yoursolf for,'

ray dear,',' said! Mrs.iHolmstono. '! It's wroug ' to talk so i ouly you afo generally so willing to think well of poople ; and this pdor girl has only us to look to. There, you shan't leave us,J Geraldine. Wo both love you doorly, and you did right; just as I'd have done,' if my husband had been in Lionol's place." ! ,

She put hor head down on the old,;man'8 shouldor as abo Bpoko, and tho three wept together.

Out of tlÛB abandonment of gnof tho young

wife aroused herself first.

" Is nothing to bo done ?" sho said. " Cau wo not appeal to tho governor for his pardon? Can wo not at least urgo a delay of the fearful sontonce and gain timo ? I, at least, will ranko every effort, i .Each moment must bo spont for him. I am waiting precious time now. ' Ah ! help me, adviso mo,;, if you over felt kindly to me, dear MivHolniatone." ,

, The olorgyman folt that' tho proof against Lionel was too groat, that there' was no opon ing in-tho oaso by which' to gain a just man's clemency ; but ho promised to old the young wifo to go with her whore sho choso, and to act as a father might have done under tho'circum- stances. He promised1 also to Visit Lionel in thepriBon; and this duty was a happy one to him, for, innocont or guilty, thero wore wordB of hope which a man so -near 'lo death should hear. / .

And now como the thought, as it had to the others, that poor Mrs. Peyton'muai bo told all.

It was a task oaoh dreaded. - >

The old mau undortook it at lost, and the scene which eusuod was fearful. We will not undertake to doacribe it, nor the poriod whioh ensued when, prostrated by her emotion, MTB. Peyton lay onco moro at the ivorgo of doath in a burning* fovor, raving of hor son, and refus- ing even to look ,ot Geraldino,

_ »Mrs. Holmstonb nursod her, and the wife and the old olorgyman'strove as host thoy <might for Lionel's preservation. .!' ,! -it

- Thoy sought the aid of influential persons in' soliciting a pardon from tho goyomor, but,were refusod. The,prisoner Boomed toe baso a wretch in all eyes'ia desorvo olomenoy. ' Thoa, unaided, thoy besought tho ' gbvornor to listen

to thorn": The wifo s griof and itho old man's emotion affected the man, bul the official re- membered his duty. _ So grout a criminal, ono for whom no possible excuso could bo modo, waa not the! man to pardon without loss of tho reBpoot'of'bthor men in office, and of the coun- try at lorgo.inTho appeal was refusod. After that thero remained to, her only the sod ploa-; sure of comforting him in the, time which yet

remained to him on earth.

They Vould not let her sleep in 'the cell, but she stood waiting al the, goto at sunrise, and left it only atiBUhset. Her lovely checks ^verp pale, and hor form wasted away by, the torture,

of her grief, yet she smilod on lum still, and, brought tho outer sunshino into the prison' gloom!'i I ' '

One'day she brought tho wretched mothor to thojprison. It was soon after, Mrs. Peyton's 'convalescence But the visit waa not repeated.. The lady bad no, thoughtt'of suppressing' hor emotions, and the scone wa's too painful. Mrs." Helmstono carno often, and departed as soon toa she found it impossible to amilo and say com- forting 'thing? any longer- And so the time woro away, bringing the' droadful day nearer

and nearer on whioh those two who loved each other should bo torn asunder1 for ever on this earth. "I ' S '- ii,


i THE gipsy tents were pjtoliod in their old place by the blue waters Jof Ontario. . Hagar, by ways and moans known only to > those wan- dering Bohemians,] had summoned tho whole tribe to,moet her thore, and now they wero at rest; ¡no noisy songs and laughter, no wild' drinking boutB, no sound of tinker's work,' no report of gun br rifle broke the stillness, fóf in the midst of thom arose Hagar's tent, and within,it hor boy lay dying. At the* doorway sot Aaron, with his head bent upon his honda within Hogar sat alono, watching.

It was night Evory star visible to mortal eyes on earth'glimmered in tho heavens. The chirp of the katydids arose loüd and shrill upon the silence. Some wghtbird in the woods over .und anon uttered a sort of scream, which sounded strangoly thrilling at, that time and place, and a dog belonging <to the gipsies loy within sight of Hagar's tont, uttering at inter- vals a low, subduod howl, ominous to gipsy ears, as it is to the Biiporstitious of all olimos and ráeos. , '' ' ' '

" Tho dog knows death is coming," whis- pered a young gipsy, woman to an old one who was fooding( the fire benoathra bubbling pot. " When I come to die, may there be no dog in camp. " Fin 'sure the sound of a howl would fright mo into my grave before my timo." ' ?

" The dying never hear the howl," said the old wqman, ,i' But look, Lizo. There'll bo moro howls-than one, and moro graves than one, this time. She'B going, too."

" Hagar 1 you don't moan Hagar?" said tho girl. »i J

,, " I do," said the old woman. " I've known lier sines Bhe WUB at hor mother's breast. When she waa born, I went out of the tent at her mother's bidding, to read the stars. It was a night like this-no moon, but all the aky full of the diamonds yonder. I went back to the girl when I'd looked, in a kind of fright.

" ' Sarah,' says I, 'your loss is to bo a rich lady, and ride in her coach.'

" ' Tell that to those, that pay you,1 said she. ' Where would riches come to my poor lassi'

" ' Promo husband,' soya I. t

" ' The husbands we get are poor as we,' sayB

she, '.and all wo get by marrying is more ^eat-

ings than we'd have else, and these pains I've just fought through. You want to liven"me up, mother Madge.'

" Says I, ' I read the fates for her,' and Idid, but there was, trouble with it, dark and thick,

nothing, but may be what you've heard or seen, as nay other might, buttha old amongst us know things you 11 ¡novar know. It's dying out, dying out, and my old granny knew more than mo, but I know something yet. The night Hagar-, mar ried the rich gentleman, her star was bright as ever I saw it, and the clouds were far away. I saw her ride iu her coach, and then the star, was dim. To-night I can't see it at times at all and the trouble and the death stripe are close to it. You'd call them clouds, you young ones, and I know that Hagar's end ia near. It's black, black, block. Come np the hill, And I'll teach you. H the learning it hasn't died out in the gipsy, blood., I'll show yon the love glow and the death stripe, and the , cloud and the ban, and the enemy and the friend, and the signs that are as ¡plain to me as the Jotters in books be to1 them that can read. 'Come." , , ,

' The girl shrunk back.

¡r, " Na, Mother Madge," said she, " I'd rather

not.' TdnotTike-to knowi I'd rather do as I

'do now, and earn money iby any1 pretty story I choose to tell them that cross my hand with silver, ff I Jtnowed more,, Mother Madge, maybe I'd read my own fate', and' go mad a thinkin' of it." ._ ' '

" So tbey all are now-tinkers", and thieves, and good-for-nothings. Never a one among them cares for the knowledge we need to prize," muttered the old woman. "Well, well, well. Go, girl. Whot do you stay here for?"

"I'm ofear'd to go, Mother Madge," said the girl. "It's awful to liston to the dog, and death BO close. The pretty child. Better she'd have left him in the grand house."

""Better a gips/s child-should die m a gipsy tonti" said Madge t 'iNdw, if you and I oould pep 'theny "we'd 'shiiddor in "goodi earnest

Tboro'sj a troop of white and blàokl spirits' standing thick about the Jtent yonder11 l)mew a Wise woman who çoujd see them when death was coming Thoy touch us sometimes, and then our blood oroeps hko ice You're foil it Sho hvod half hor life un a land across the water, did that wise woman, and once sho road tho atora for a young lord at night, and fctood at hiB gate in the niora as he rode out :

"'Stop, my lord,' Says sho 'Stay yo at home If you oross the gate sdh, doath "will hovo you boforo sunset ' '

"Ho laughed 'ffou'd, like to earn a shil ling, I suppose,' said he and tosBed one to hor, but oil she could do and Bay did no good. Ho laughed tho louder for ovory word sho spoke Ho went away laughing but carno back dumb, dead and cold, foi the horse ho rode threw him Befoie thoy brought him, she saw tho spirits walk into tho castle hko gontlofolks to a funoral, two and two '

"Hiat," cried tho girl "Who's that oom ing?'

"Some one in haste," Boid tho old woman

' It s Jed Hagar sont him off a day or two ago " said the gul ' Tllbre's somotluug in the

wind "

" Ho's not alono," said the woman " Sim is with him I kpoiy the lad in bia dandy" clothos Oh, child, if you could but seo Ha gar s Btar-"

Sho paused and bent over tho fiio, muttoimg to herself and the gul arose and joinod tho little gaping crowd, ounous to know what tho now arrival meant, none moro cuuous por haps than Sim himself as ho podded conde scendmgly to Ins old companions, and followed tho boy who Wad'summonodhim to Hagar's tent

Aaion norer lifted his head as he pasaod him but Hogar carno out to meet him

'You'vo oomo I see ' sho said, with o look ho could not understand " You have not hui ried yourself Jod went foi you throo days ago" '

"I hurried as much as I could,1' sold Sim " You gipsies don't knoiy what tho hfo of a citizen m good business must be I had affairs to 86ttle, you know, aud I don't know that I'd have como at all if you lind»'t sent tho kind of mca«age you did "I soyj you must hovo got bettor suddon, Hogar He made you out at tho point of death "v

Hagar made no answer She only stepped forthor into tho starlight and put her hand on hor half brother's shoulder-not with a caroas ing, woman's toUob, but plainly to koop lum Btondmg face to faoe with her while eho spoke y

" Wo gipBics ? ' sho said " Don't you re membor you aro o gipsy yourself, Sim PI'

1 I was born one, said Sim , sulkily, " and I'm not proud of it in' portiokorlor, as I know of, Hagar " '

" You can't alter the fact, though " said Hn gar, "and you know what I know that a gipsy nevoi can oaat off his tribo He a fioo to gp and oqmo, but bo »ever can bp treacherous to thom He can nevor do ono among thom harm, or ïofuso jto holp thom, without punish

mont'f i < ii

Sum's face flushed <.

' Don t 'do tho tragedy BO strong, Hogar," he said " I never mind a few dollars whon I m oalled on Just say what you want "

" Not your money,.; souLHagor, with a look

of scorn

Sim looked relieved Thero iras a pause Thon Hogar said, suddenly l

" Where is njy child ?" r, ' , !

"Your ohild?" oskod Sim "You know I

«It l-ll < L

can't tell

y J J

- , " r . w I'd U0'P 70U find him if I could I m very sorry for you T couldn't have a honä m it, you know, for I wanted you to have him." I r

'Besides, you knoiv tho penalty of troaohery

to tho tribe *f ii r

" Besides, I knoW that, Hagar " . ,4 "Can you tell mo what it IB?' . . ,

"What's tho ino Hagar?1' , tt i

" I think you don't know it " ' ,y ,

1 'Id0" \ t 71 /

"WhotísitP" ' V

"Well-Doath" l , , , '< Ah-Death 1 hf the hands of the tribe1 " !

" You know thot, Hogar " __.

"And if you, spporated (romfus, .yet bound, to us-you, my fothor s ohtld/ Wcl stolon my ' little lad away from mo-if I had caught you in tho act and called iho lads about me-would all j your fine olofhos and your mpuoy hovo saved you?" IM- )

" Why, nq, But then what's the use pf sup posing such a case P

" Lopk a> that star yondorr Swear by it the star that rulnB your destiny-that you ni o innocent;, that you know nothing of my little lad " T

/Sim turned a little pale ¡

'' Of course I will," he said, m a huBky voioo "Whynot?"

Hagar beckoned him to follow her into t]io tent It was dimly lighted, and at first tho man saw nothing i ßuddcnly hor hand brought him to pause, and as he Btood, ehe lowered a candle gently from ita place and held it over a little bed, whoro, motionless as n, tprag of ¿raai blo, lay the wasted form of a ohild , ^

" This is why not, ' Bho whispered " Liar and traitor, do you know that face P '

Sim Bhuddorod

' It's your boy, ho cried

' My boy," said Hagar-"my little murdered, lad No word hero-no ho here I know tfce truth My child ia dying« and his death lies at your door My ohild was stolen, and j ou took bim from his mother's arms All is your work, and you shall rue your treachery, as those who wrong the gipsies always shall OB long DB a tribe remains on earth " ¡

"Who accuses mo?' he naked " That foi low there ?" And he pointed to Aaron ¡

" Ask the cirouB monagor with whom ho bar gamed for my pretty lad," said Hogar f" I have read your letters and dogged your stops and listened to your talk You remember your fellow boarder-ah I see you do y- - _

"By George!" gasped Sim "Romombor what a fool Pve been I knew the folie You're a deep one, Hagar " Then, with a half laugh ho said "You're trying to trap mo You can't because, whoever had your brat, I don't know anything! about it I defy you to prove it Whoever aayi I hod lies " , ,

"Eooli'Lhiasei Hagar L-'iOh,_it hadJjeen better for you to have donc, any other deed

than, this " i

" I can swoar to one thirig-'Ï never hurt the

young un" said Sim "'^.ak him, if ho pan speak Why can t you-listen to roaaou and be civil I'llsend him down a city doctor; oi have him token tq_one _, YjPU_shaU havo what yjju. like X've alwoyTbeeñ your friend, Hogar""

" AU the doptora and all the drugs on earth cannot eave my murdered boy," aaid Hogar "But I can avenge him-and I will Your

doom ia sealed "

Sim. tried to lough.

I " If it comes to the gagies, whygoooV-byo," aaid he. " There's a Dill or BO in that purse, and if, you want more, considcrin' I'm a kind of an "uncle, send'to rae." And 'he turned to- wards the'opening of the tenti Aa'ho did So Hagar Btepped before him. i, . , , ' '» "Stop, tfio said, "you cannot go," , A

"By George, that'« cool," cried Sim. "X reckon you forget we re in a land ot liberty,

where folks 'can't be kept hy' force."' There's , law in the land, and gipsies can be put in gaol I as woll as other folks.; Come, get J out of the way,,ypu maniac !" » J / , , " ÎÇhe gipsies keep their own laws, whatever land they live in," said Hagar. "That you. know/ Simeon. Here in ' these woods -your voice cannot be heard by any one but the tribe.1 Best he quiet-you are poworlcsa." ' ff

" Out of my way !" ahouted Sim. i <

Hagar smiled and stood uko a statue. Sim's hand went intphiaj bosom and the',next instant he had'levelled a pistol at the1 woman's breast.

"Out of my way, you'jade!" lie shouted again. I , # < < , ' * i

But the gipsy woman never stirred, and as his finger rested op the trigger some one sprang upon him and felled him to the earth.

It was Aaron, who followed up the blow I which rendered Sim. quite helpless for a mo-,

,ment by tearing from his neck a coarse red kerchief and binding his hands behind him.

~ .Then-Hagar-passcd from tho-tont into the outer airland moved ¡with stow, m ijostio, steps toward an opon sjpot Wjk^hout }hq camp T^e boy-who had boon her, messenger, obedient to a Bignal, approached hor''d^ sho stood . tShS saidjno word to lum, oütnftbngfrbm, hei .bosom. a little dogger, drew wïtH'it" ffoiAlier arra Wie drop of blood t touolmfg1 her fragor With this sho iuhde a peculiar maMç upon his forehead, and Without 0 word'ho left her

In Bilónpo still he passed fi'omj ono to the other'ef tho tribe, only pointing! to that bloody stam vipon lils forehead and, pfich'at the sight left the apot on w, hioh ho TV as found and sought the open placo where Hogar waited'

In half on houi a closo oircle of gipsy mon crouched upon tho ground, and belnnd thom huddled into groups tho women of tho ottuip their jotty oyos round with terror, then lips apart, thoir chatter awhile, quito stopped

Thoa m the midst of profound silence, somo one stopped into tho circlo and stood boforo Hagar, It was tho Gipsy Kmg Past an hun drod, bont and snowy haired, and wrinkled into a strango^parchraçnt like croatuio, Scarcely hu man m appoaranco Still his great eyes glittered with intelligence and his Bteps woio firm and rogular Truly, he woro no regal trappings howovor tawdry ( You would havo taken lum foi an old beggar, and o professional boggai ho waa one who, at his oge, lwith ou thonty ovor tho tribe, and voBtod with a royal title, not only begged along tho highway, but pockotted apoons and pennies, and eggs from farmer's honrooatè, if no bottor spoil oflbrod Just 09 ho had tramped tho load, that day lie carne befóte bia subjects, and thoy bowed thoir hoads bofoi ellina, oven Hagai though, she waa

his kinawoman ,

" Woman said tho old man, solemnly, "you have doinandod blood of mo-you a«k foi von geanco on a traitor. Is ho hero ? '

Hagar made a sign, and in a moment Aarou draggod tho cringing Sim into the circlo

' Is this tho man P ' aBkod tho gipsy king

" Ho is ' ïaid Hogar, " Ho is tho traitor who íobbod mo of my ohild I swooi it by tho star of my dostiny "

" Who IB bo f" said the old mon "My sight grows wbak "

' My fothoi's ohild, Simoon said Hagar " I will hoar," said the gipsy king

Ho sat down as he Bpoko in the midst of tlio

great circlo of human faoo^ ana, oomposod linn self to liston while Beagar told her tale Wo know it, and shall not ropeat it, nor tho awful oaths sho took as to hor truth Thoy woro heathen oaths, 'tis truo, but thoy inado tho blood ourdlo Whon thoy woro uttotfe-d ehe mudo a strange supplicating j>osturo, and said, loudly enough to bo hoard by oil

" Mon of tho tribo domain! tho vengeance by death for mo," and then wont np u cry-one word-lu o language we know nothing of

It was well known to tho prisoner1, and ho

shuddeied from hoad to foot

Thoh »gain Hagar cried .

["Women of the tribe, 'doman ) tho yoagoance by blopd for mo !"

Plus timo tho answer was faint, but it was the Borne word t i

The gipsy king bowed his whito old head

" I grant ¿you vengoonco, he Said " Tako it as youf will " And, turning, passed through tho opening1 circlo and sought his tont, ovor which the white curtain fpllin ono instant

lhon Hagar made a sign to two pf tho tubo, great "stalwart men, who slopped forward ot hor bidduu» and soizpdjSim between thora

ThemiBoroblo wretohstrugglodm tho,ir gioap "Hogar," he shouted, 'you don't moonjtl You wouldn't 1 you datoh't ! You want to gob monoj1 from me I'll give it free as wateiii only Btop this aboniinublb joke and let mo go " l

Hagar laughed derisivply

" Sho s mad," oriod Sim ¡to the mo,n ° " You soo what she is Don,'t mind nor I've got a gold watph hore and a rçal diamond ring

You sholl have 'era Lot mo .go " ¡

The dark bauds hold him tighter f > "It'amuro than flesh fand blood, con boor," said Sim '» You >hall Hang for this It's as

soult and battery t There slow against it You'' know this is Amerioo,rpnd you can't out Up your1 pranks horot Now think wlfat risks you, 11 run if you do ony harm to mo Besides, 111 poy( handsoiuo-I will indeed K'vQ got business oTj Albany, and I ought to bo off. Let me go and¡ L,wou t Cheat you " t

Thbn as tho fucos glow dink and the smile grow moro strangely" triumphant on Hogar a

Tilinte wdt bp now i Toll them to"M g°l Hogar Thoy'io choking me What do you want, girl ?"

lhoro WOB no answer, hut from the humming hive of gipsy lads carno one with a long, supplo ropo, and the mon began to drag him toword the wood '

" Hagar 1" cried tho wretoh with a Boroom "Hogar, they're going too far Stop thom Hogar, Hogar, Hogar!"

But tho gipsy woman never Btiri ed or sppko No Christian love wa» I m hor hcart-a heathen hate and yoarning for revenge burnt thoro in* stead Sho waved her hand to the mon to boar Siraosn away faster, and turned her hoad from him l '1

" Hagar !" scroamed tho victim, of her wr'oth' " Good Hagar, ne used tp bo little children to gether Tra sure you'vo forgot that I'll givo you all Ive got I'll bo your slave for lift; Lot mo live, let me livo, Hogar '"

Then she looked at him, signing to the mon to pause, Btandmg statue like and pallid be-

neath the Btars

" Murdprer of my child," she said, " your fear and your pam, and your tears are all sweet to mel Gp on-I'll liston I love to beor you My little lad has hod fear in his heart .-yours may avenge it My little lad lias suffered pom-so sholl you He has wept moy you weep blood Ho must- die, and your life Bballpoy for hie There is no mercy in my heart I hato you "

She Bpot towards him and turned away, Una the gipsies diagged thoir prisoner into thb leafy shadow of tho woods without ^ further pause or parley r ,

Tor au hour tho women crouched alpno be side the flies, and Hagar sat beside her boy with the glare of a wounded, lioness in hor dark eyes "Then* front tho woods onme one man, holding his Hand aloft with tho palra extended He passed the fires ,111 silence and ontofod Hagar's tent Thor«, he knelt, and óxhi

.Jnted to her, lying 0% tbj) brown palm; one, fed, drop of blood It neither made nor paje nor

tremble . P

When the day broke the sun arose upon no gipsy camp The touts were gone, the dark forms dispersed The fires .' smouldered into ashes1 But as the golden lines of light orept farther into the woode, they foil on somothpig horrible to look upon A ghastly face and dis-

torted form dangling from the branchos of an oak, on its head a deep wound, from whioh the blood had tnokled over a flashy vest and a gandy bnnch of dangling ornaments upon a chain. c '

ífóiirs la|or, some farmers' lads found tho fearful thing, ' and knew It for the body" of Simeon Bin , , '



I Tho day had come-^the .dayowhichf woa to part "Lionel Peyton'from those on earth for ever.^ Geraldine watched its dawn through' the prison b'arsj, as Bho sat upon'the'little'couch' holding ,her husbona|B'head upon hor bosom.' That night the, clemency of those who had tKo power to grant the favor had permitted her to

pass'with Lionel, and through the \ still, dark,

hours they had talked 'with each other, not daring ,to speak of the awful morrow, but neither for an- instant forgetting it. Looking back upon,that night,.,Géraldine always won- dered that ,she lived, through it ! and kept her reason- - Now bhe bent over, the dear face, and looked into the deep blue eyes, and a^ompod upon her memory every line and tint-the ourvo of the dark lash, the pencilling upon the brow, which with years would have changed to wrinkleB, Never let her live over so jong, conld Bhe forget that face-never could another be to ' her what Lionel Peyton was. . , ' ' ! Oh, how dear he was to 1er-how precious. Were these fiends or men who could have ¿io -heart to part them-who could dare to drag him to a shameful death for a crime of whioh ho

waa innocent?-Her tears dropped foster and -faster, her sobs pomo thiokpr, hor iform shook

from hood to foot, and, unable to repress her agony longer, abo orjed aloud t 1,1

L " Oh, my God, host thou foraokon ua ? Hast thou no moroy ou us P Pity mo-pity me, and if Thou hast doomed my beat boloved io death, lot me die also, and die with him!"

'Ero tho words hod passed her lips, hoi hus bápd spring from his reclining position, and kneeling at her feet, clasped her in Ins arms

"Hush, hush!' ho cried "Your hfo is worth far moro thoa mino You must not dio Oil, why did I ever meet you ? How dored I SoiBon your happmoss by my lovo? How

oiod I mako you a felon's' wifo and lcavo you such a logacy of grief and Bhomo? Do you not hato mo for it? Will you not whou I am gouo ? I should pray that you might but I oanuot I cannot ovon say from my hoorfy 1 forgot me ' But I do pray that you may yet bo happy-that tho thread I havo mingled with your life may not alwoys darken it On, Geral- dine, I would havo modo_you so happv if I could The windsihou'd not havo blown roughly upon you, y oui oyos should novor haio known a toor, your boort a pong, and I havo bl ought you to this-I-I Woro I the llond thoy think mo, that thought would havo boon pumahment onough for all my sins "

Goraldiuo prosBod hor lips to his foiohoad, and clnspod hor anns about his »oak

" Do not blamo yoursolf, ray husband," sho saidJ " Wero I not youl wifo, I should still love you as woll, but the piovilogo of bomg with you now would bo domed mo I am far hdppior, wrotohod os 1 am, than I should ho aWoy from you and I am yours and you oro mine, and sonio day wo will moot in Hoavon "

But dospito tho woids sho uttcrod Bhe could not check hoi, toora nor stdl hor sobs Every

now ray of sunlight creeping ovor tho prison I flooii, or lying upon tlio brown looks of her | lovo, ovory morning sound, bird a song, oi lowing kme without tho bars, oi human stops m the puson corndpis, said to liol, "lho day ia dawning wluah must bung poipotuol night to all thy life, ¡the, sun is using which is to Bee tho sun of thyj existonoo sink foi ovoi " Ho-^v could she be calm, bomg no moro than woman ?

In thoir agony, those lovors donbtloss said much which might sound moaningloss and ni ookoront if written hore, but which onch undei

stood, tho sigh and sob, and half ultoiod, word, bomg mtolligiblq as poltshod sontences and rounded poriods to tho ears of love, and hours passod on, and tho day was fairly oome, and tho hands of tho immy dooks in tho town gild mg slowly toward thoir daüy oloBp at tho horn

of noon

At twolvo Lipnol was to die So had it boon ordamod At twolvo, day was to ond foi lum Many a misorablo, djing oieaturo, whoso pulso beat faintly and whose breath was hoidly hoa^d, might rally and lock upon tho noontidq sun, and spo it spt, and Jive until auothor roBo , but ho, wjth health and strength, and love of lifo, ho, so young, and, but for tho strange tnuglo fato had wovon about his stops, BO bloasod with nil good things of this oarth-was to die at noon Love could not sovo lum nor friondslnp Tours woro of no avail, and prayors wpro usoloss Justice, this timo, at bast, b)iud indeed, had doomed him, to tho giavç.. ,

At eight the gaoler brought tho piisonov his breakfast i It waa a gopdono, tempting, indeed, for Gora^chne's purse had, smoothed away all privations from his prison hfo, and tho ohma and silver ware doliente as tho bioakfast sorvico

at the ¡Giaugo itself It Booms strange that men, undor suo)i pirourpstanoeB, pim eat, but they often hove boon, known to breakfast Jhdortily, This mprning tho aroma of the pofibe filled the cell pleasantly, and tho pneonor drank \t oagoily Ho even ato a fow raouthfuls But G01aldme absolutely oouJd not swallow Jähe mode tho offort, to giatify liol ¡husband, but tho raqrsol choked li«. Sho sot at his toet, With her hand upon his knee, counting tho boatings of hor own heat t, Some ono hud told hor oaçh throb was a socond-o second moro gonß-ro second noaror( to that foarful noon-a second dropping from, his life, OB waiter drops frbm ice tbo-wipg ip the sun Could nothing stop TimoP AU Bho asked for was to sit túus for over-the priBon ooll, tho gratod win dows, all just as they wore-only thoy two togethor,, novor to seo mortal face again This would confont nor, BO that thoy loft Lionel

to her

Tho woild was^uothing-its joyS and its friendships, its froo air, its liberty Sho nôvor cared to look on It Ogam, if time would stop boforo thatawfuloôon Alas I manya wretohoS mortal has thought thus, and timo as stalked on justas fast as ovor, and the Bandin his wiord hour-glass dropped away as swiftly, and ho has mown away tho tours as ruthlessly as though thoy novor prayod that ho might atop,

Nine rung out clear and Bhdrn from tho tongue of tho great prison dook Ton followed, as nevor hour pooincd to follow its fellow boforo Gabidine half behoved that somo one was playing wit]\ hor agony, and sounding tho strokos boforo thoir timo At a quarter past nine tho unhappy motlioi, Mr and Mrs Holm stone, and blaolc Deborah,1 carno to the prison

to BOO Lionol I

Por once Mrs Peyton wept in ailcnoo Sho clung to hor son'B nook without a word Sho was plainly very mupU biokon down by what sho had paasod through, and looked ten years older than on tho day upon whioh wo first saw her, ;

When the Unburst °f Srl°f WM over, Lio no1 led her to the spot were Geraldine stood, and taking a hand of either, hold thom m his


'"Mother," he said, "and you my darling tfife, it has boon my misfortuno to bring misery on those 1 lore the best on earth. My last thought will ho this thought, I know It ia very tornblo to 'bear-worse than any other portton of my lot ?» yet I know that you who who grieve BO for me, lore mo, and that if I ask one thing ot you, you will not refuso, but, for my Bake, endeavor to comply "

( "I never rofusod you anything, Lionel," sobbed Mrs Peyton, " Hvon when I wua told it would do you harm, I could hardly say 'no' if you strctehed your little bonds for it. I've nlways been indulgent, as far as ray means wont" i

' I know it, mother," said Lionol. " You know I know it, and you need not speak, Ger- aldine , foif my unhappy sako yqu Jiavo done

much--¡too ifluch, already. Mi tliut I aBk you npw »a to love oat,h,other<"

" Heaven knows I will try to lovo ypur mo-

ther," saujl geraldine , , | ' " Anpl^ though it seems to bo, soinohow, her fault that a]} this awful trouble has com" upon you, I'll try to (lovo her if you soy so Lionel," said Mrs Peyton j ,, ,

¡ 'j Sho is young, mother, and her grief ia great," said Lionel u " She boa blessod my life, but I hovo blighted hers She married mo, willing to aharo the-hardest Jot, generously sa/ crificrag all that women prize, to be the angel of my life, and I bave brought her to suoh shame andsorrbw as othorwi8osho could notknowj remember this and be gentle with her. Be a mother to her j sho needs one, my poor girl And you, Geraldine, look at the white hairs I

have scattered in my mother's hair ; see how grief for me ihas aged her, and be a daughter to her. Cherish her in her dochning years for my sake darling. Ob, dear ones, dear ones, I long ¡to watoh lover you-j Ii feel so strong to battle with the world for your sukes j must I die and leave you' alone-alone? I, a husband 'and 'a son) ' and young ' and strong and full ojflifeP Is there no'justice on earth or in

HeavenP"i > /? < . , -, ,/

"Oh,you kill toe! you kill me'" screamed the mother, "It is to terrible'to bear ; I can hot part'from 'you, Lionel. The darling little fellow I have seen grow to be o min-the hope and prido! of my soul. Justice, oh, no ! there if no justice anywhere." '. J

< ! Geraldine trembled like an aspen leaf. She strove to speak, but could not ; much as she

had Buffered before, she felt as if, at this mo-' ment, only'hod she realized the full extent of her sorrbw. Yet in the midst of this, she com-

prehended the comfort whioh Bhe might give > Lionel by a simple act, ond stretched her hand , towards his mother with a gesture that soid j

more plainly'than words- '

" I will bo a daughter to her while I live." I Then¡ overcome by her agitation, she sank upon the coach whioh had borne the prisoner's

-weary frome so many nights, .and hid her.facsT. in,tho pillow as though with,light she could also shut out thought. vit''",

,Moanwhilo Mrs. Holmstono, orying bitterly, had advanced and kisBod'ISonol upon brow and cheek and'lip, as thoughfho")had been a child and her own son". < . , ,,, j j <

" I oon't say anything to comfort you, my door," sho said ; " I nover felt to terribly in all my life. What shall wo oil do ? what shall we all do ? If I wero a man, I know I could hove done1 soinethng to help you. I've novor i bo liovod that it would ond BO ; I can't bolievo it now. , I'm sure our Pothar is merciful, and He must know you're'innocent." '

" My dear, my dear/' said Mr. .Holmstone, laying MB hand upon his old wife's shodder ;

" romombor that Ho knoweth what is best for us, and these nfiliotions whioh are so bitter to us now oro but for a day, Dorothy,-but for a day | and will scarcely bo,remembered in eter- nity ony moro than tho toors our baby eyes shed ovoi\biokon toys. If Liouol is innooont, ond I behovo ho is, I do behove ho is, my door, that will BUstoin lum better than any other thought. This world is at best a vale of tears, and the gravo is but the portal of Hoavon to the just. Lot us kneel down and pray together." i ,

, All knolt-Goroldino and Lionol olospipg eooh'othor's hands, ond obovo the old man's impassioned pray or arose, at intervals,, the sobs the womon could not quito suppress,

Tlio Episcopal olorgyman had,begun with a boautjful petition sot down for, such an occasion in tho book of common prayer, but when that waa finished ho no longer roraombered any wrjtton words, howovor beautiful. His own thoughts rushed to Ins lipa in words-homely, ovory-doy words, porhaps, but full of tho beauty of ainconty and oarnost trust in Hini to whom hopiayod. , , ,

So might any Methodist, oarriod away by omotion, have plottd with tho Almighty. No form trammelled him-no thought of tho rules oÇ any soct. Tho old man was knoeling ot the foo't of tho throno ¡ with his dosed oyoB he soomod to BOO tho golden glory hiding that whioh is too great and glprious to bo lookod upon ,eyon by tho eyoB of ongols. He besought oom passion oven at, this late hour; or if it wore noodfnl that the blow should fall, ¡resignation for tho survivors, and moroy for the soul ported in tho bloom of youth and health from its living tobornoolo. i ' "

, Ho prayed for tho young wife and the old niothor-a prayer that went to Lionol's heart, ima tlio prisonor olospod the- soft hand ha hold, moro fondly,' and wluspovod, " God will oare for

my innocent darling, lmy truo, 'swoot girl,"-_ ond for Lionol as for tho dying. u

How straugo it was to kncolithoronwith tho bloom of health upon his chook and vigor in hip frame, and hear such words spoken of him- self. HowiBtrangoi to know that in two briof hours, unless ho woro saved by something akin toiominiólo, ho should hovoi entered thomys £oriou8 world whioh! lies beyond the gravo, of whioh no iinnn knows anything. (

, Lionol did nott fear doath, but ho loved and was beloved again, and hof/was young, and un- subdued by pain or ¡HHOBB. His soul could not loavo his body without ampang whilo thero'was so muoh on oarth for it to oling to. >< >

Kia olae-p upon thoiflngers of his beloved wife grow almost convulsivo, > ¡

And as tliOiprayor ended, all arose with one accord and stood rlistoning to an awful sound -tho moBt,torriblo,tluit could havo fallen upon thoir oars--tho sound of the prison olook Btrik ipg oloven. -, Elovon ! c (Only onoihour now, only ,ono ! i It was ¡too' terrible to i bo spoken of, but eaoh stroke Sunk, into < those blooding ^hearts and loft o wound. iiJThoy could not converse; thoy Boarcoly dared look nt i oooh othor, but Goraldino cropt closer to Lionol, and hor head roposod upon his bosom, - I ii I li ,

-illulf'au hour passed. Then Btepslsounded in tho corridor, a key rattled in tho door, and à burly man stood boforo thom, confused and norvous, ovidontly dreading the toBk imposed upon him. i 4¡fe .

"Ladies and gentlemen," ho,said, huskily, "Irogrotito say that the timo allowed you has nparly elapsed j you must tako your loavo in ton minutes. ¡LVwontBitwonty-fivo minutes of ,twolvo." " ') I '< , 'I I

Mrs. Holmstono aroao, tho tears pouring flown hor oheoks, and bont over the prisoner. " God bloss you," sho Baid, " You oro the hap- piest, after all. Oh, what shall we didob7 I novor oouldj havo bolioved that Bunh things could happon in our little cirole. Oh,' Lionel, Lionol, I love yoanalmost as a mo thor might. Oh, thoy aro fiends!-thoy cannot'bo human ; ithoroi is no mercy; or justioo im thoir souls. -Archibald, have you done all you cou P aro you Büro of it P Bvon now, surely thoro ia aome little hopo, I'vo hoard of pardens at the last

moment.'' ' '

Lionel lifted bor hand to his lips,

"All hns boen dono that i can bo," bo said. "Thank Heaven for the trust my friande have in mo, despite tho oloud of mistory whioh must, I fear, forever 'hido 'tho truth. Por this doar ono's sako I pray'my momory moy some-day stand unblomiahcd j but it ia too late to hope for my life. It is'God's will that I should dio." . , . !

His mother burst 'into a fearful soroam as ho uttorod these words,'and < flung herself upon his

broast. ^ i ii»

" Dio !" BIIO shriokod-" die ! Oh no, no, no ! Savo him I save him I Ho must not die ! Ho is my only son li Ho is innocont! They shall not tear him from roy arras I Thoy shall not I they shall not !" , »

'"Uh, Missy, Miaay! dis is drofFul! Da debbil got rulo ober do woi»l', sure nuff!'' oried old l)oborah. "Doro an't no use o'.nuffin. I'se Íiroyed an' prayed,» but 'poars de Lor' don't

jstcn. Dey knows Morea- Li'nel didn't nobber . murder nobody., Look at him, so purty and so good. Him I holpod, raise. Oh, I'ao gwine to die-'peora like I'll go crazy!" and sho caught lionol's band and pressed it tp her lips,

" Good-byo, Deb," ho said. "( You have been very faithful to us. I thank you. Nevor leave my mother. Good-byo." '

He bent over i Mrs. Peyton and ,kÍBsed her fondly, as 'she lay half unconscious on his broast, , , ,

"'Now take hor, dear old ¡friend," he said, turning to Mrs. Helmatono. - " I have no words to' thank you fort your , kindness. ' Farewell ! Farewell 1 Think pf me somotimos, and always boliove me'innooont, On the word of o dying mon, my hands ore unspotted'by,blood. I never injured a hair of Otho Grantford's young head, i I know nothing of his death, as I hope to meet with mercy ot the throne of Groco."

" My child, ¡J. believe, you," said Ufe pastor. "J.t is my,greatest consolation." ,

(Mrs. Ilelmetono arose and beokoned her hus- band. »f,|» Ml' » H | .>

" Help mo to load Mrs. Peyton to the car- riage," sheiwhisperod. " Lionel ond Geraldine must havo a few i moments alone together. Is it wrong to wish onoithad , novor, been born to ace such dreadful things ?" ' ¡ '

, Mr. Helmstorfe did not answer. In silence ,he assisted his wife to bear the fainting form of tho unhappy mother to the oarriogo, and the two who loved oaoh other so were loft the sole ocoupants of tha prison cell. , ,u,,jr

¿> It is too holy and painful a,soene tobe des- cribed. Words cannot paint those lingering i embraces-thoao agonized countenances. Lan- guage has nothing in its range, atrmig enough to picture euch a parting. >. n, < ,i

At the last, a pallid, trembling form, more like a corpse, ithou a ~,living woman, in its blanched and livid pallor, twas borne from the coll, leaving Lionel, with'his arma extended, gazing upon thel spot where, it hod vanished motionless as a statue, with more thoa mortal agony in his fixed eye and quivering lip-agony born not of tho near approach1 of death, but of this parting. " > '

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Two fast young men, just returning home after a night's carousal, saw the sun rising. One of them insisted it was the sun, the other that it was the moon They agreed to leave it to the first man they met. Ho also had been out on a lark. " Eiouso me, sir, but my friend and I have mode a little bet whether that's the san or the moon that's now rising, and wo're agreed to have you decide the matter " " Foot is, gentle men, I should bo very happy j but you see I'm. a stranger m the city, and been out ¿11 night."