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Igrit is.
A Spiritual Poem
!ISO
[The following striking, poem was recited by a Spir
itual trance speaker in Boston Weir, who professed to
speak under the influence of the spirit of Edgar A.
Poe Whatever may be the truth about the poem, the
composer of at has certainly reproduced the singular
music and alliteration of f'oe's style.]
From the throne of life eternal,
From the throne of love supernal,
Where the angel feet make music over all the stnrry
,foqr—
hlortals l have come to meet you,
Come with words of peace to greet you,
And to tell you of the glory• that is tome forevermore.
MU
Once before I found a mortal
Waiting at the heavenly portal—
Waiting but to raid! NOMC eelio train thst ever•open
big door,
Then I seized hi. quickened being,
And through ad his inward seeing,
Cuu ,- ed my buraootg tn-piratLon at a fiery flood to pour!
Now !come more meekly hemJo,
And die weak lips of u woman
Touch with fire from off the altar, nut with buntings
use( yore,
But in holy love de-eending,
WWI her chastened beitt% blending,
1 would CH your soul with music from the bright cu
lt:vial shore,
A• one lien tt yearns for another,:
• As u child tut ns to as mother,
r min ;oldest gate; oh glory turn 1 to the earth once
more,
Wi,er ci di/tined Ate cup of eadnetig,
Where tti: goal was Atm; to maditces,
And life's hitter, burnt:7, bdloWd owcin my buraene d
being o'er
Here the harpies and the raVene,
Human vampires—sordid a:wane,
Preyed upon law soul and stithstanee till I writhed in
anguish core;
Life and I then seemed mismatad, I
For felt assur=ed and fitted,
Like a reittle.:, wrathful spirit, watching on the styg
ion shore.
Tortured by a nameless yenrning,
Like u frorbgre, freezing, burning,
Dal the purple, •ulsing' lifestida thronlz its fevered
chanards pour.
Till the golden bowl—Life'ss token
11110 Philtifig shred. WO4
&ill my chained awl chafing; vpirit leapt from out its
prison doors
Um while living, driving, dying,
Never did my soul cease crying:
"l'e who guide the caws and furies, giver oh. give me
implore,
From LIM myriad hosts of nations—.
From the countle-a constellations,
One pure spirit that can love me —OIIC that 1, too, can
adore!"
Through this fervent ospintion i
Pound my fainting soul salvation,
For, from out U. blackened Grc-crypts. did my quick
ening spirit roar;
And my beautiful ideal—
Not too saintly in be rent=
Burnt more brightly on my claim than the fancy
forroed Leonore.
3 Nlid the Purging rums she found me,
With the billows breaking round me,
And my saddened, sinking in Lee arms of love
upbnrr;
I..ke a lone one, weak and weary ,
Wunderinr,in the midnight dreary.
Ch. her einies.,t.a:ouly Douala brought sue uo the hea
veuly ‘hure.
laLe the breath of Itlotrotn. blending
1.16 e t!ic prayers of stunts aoernding,
f.ike the runtbow't seven-lined glory, blend our soul,
forevermore,
Rurthly love and lug enslaved me,
Liu: dtvitrest Jove Witt saved toe,
And I now know, first nod only, now to love and :o
adore.
Att. my mortal (elem.!. an( brothers,
WT ore each and nil nnother , n,
And the soul dint gives MOM freely tram iie treasure,
bath the more.
Would you lose your life, you titul
And in giving love you bind
Like au amulet r f to your betas. forevermore!
Britt tigno.
"His Wife's Sister."
A STORY OF A SACRIFICE
An elegant and philosophical writer says:
"Mans life is only a journey from one fund
woman's breast to another." It was probe- ;
bly the object of the author to refer partic
ularly to the mother and wife. As the num
ber of stopping places is not limited, how
ever, I choose to accept the most cttholic in-'
terpretation. I believe that what the world
usually calls "inconstancy" is only the *sr- j
fort of nature to progress toward perfect af.
guides. If man in his journey of life stops
at a good many ports, it stands to reason
that he will acquire a much better knowl
edge
of the world, and will eventually lay I
up io the best baron. Let me give you a
modified illustration of my idea. I have ?
a friend who has been subjective to a theory
of purely physical progression. His first
and earliest affection was fur Curls. lie be
came acquainted at the age of tea years I
with a set of twelve, largo UOO.l at that.—
This capillary attraction, If I may so term
it, was not lasting. A Voice, belonging to
another and otherwise plain young, woman,
nest oceui ied the reverberating chambers
of his heart. It was not a fine voice, but it
was a positive one, and his was a negative.
Now, you see, Curls hail a negative voice,
and of course two negatives hadn't any at
traction. Hence his deflection. Then a
Bust attracted his undivided attention. It
was followed by Eyes end Mouth, which by
an unusual phenomenon oecurred in the
same individual; they were both positives
i and my friend's own eyes and mouth were
negatives, proposing to them, but was pm
, identiajly eared. Hence his new variation.
I Ile came very near by. the Interposition or
f an Ankle. Ile flirted with the Ankle fur
some time, but an trifle not being a regular
feature, of coarse it eavu't lasting. Need I
inform. the readei„that hid he met the posi
tive and negative peculiarities combined io
one person, lie would have fallen in love at
"NO ENTERTAINMENT IS SO MEAL' AS READING, NOR ANY PLEASURE SO LASTING."
COLUMBIA, PENNSYLVANIA, SATURDAY MORNING-, DECEMBER 22, 1860.
once• and recognized his affinity. That's
what he was looking for. Hence his basi
-1 tatinn, and what the world foolishly call his
—"inconstancy."
I merely instance this 'physical" illus
tration as being the most forcible and com
mon. Mental and moral peculiarities are
met in the same way, and are much more
difficult to combine. Of course there are
some exceptions to the above theory. In
distinctive people are an exception. You
may take a stick of wood and saw it into a
number of small pieces, and you shall find
no difficulty in fitting any of the pieces to
gether. But take another stick and break
it several times, and you must find the par
ticular adjunct if you wish to join two in
one. Now indistinctive people are the sawn
blocks; they come naturally together. The
broken pieces are strongly marked opposite
characters, fitting each other and show that
in the normal state they were one distinct
creation. Not unfrequently there is some
unnaturai snatching. A worthy friend of
mine, wills a smooth indistinctive surface,
married ono of the broken pieces; the con
sequence was obvious; attrition has worn
off her salient features, and she has become
like him. But when two broken surfaces
meet, that don't fit—there's trouble and bu
siness for the lawyers at once.
I would to give you an illustration of
another exception, just for its moral. Every
story should have a moral or develop seine
peculiar idea—but how often do we accept
the moral. When our surgical friend strips
the walls of this once living temple, and
lays bare its wonderful internal structure,
i i i;wever irreverent the act, we pardon it for
the good amt she!! accrue to man thereby.
But whoa the novelist with his little scalpel
cuts into the character of bid oppctsite neigh
bor, or his dear friend, and exhibits th.ir
internal organism, or shows up his owu
idosyncracies, we never recognize ourselves
therein. That's quite another affair, of
course.
When my friend Dick was about thirty
years of age, he had amassed a little for
tune. He had flirted a good deal in his
time, and was rather a wild young fellow.
But under his superficial qualities and man
ly exterior, there was a large, honest boy's
heart. Whether it had ever been trampled
upon or had the impression of some woman's
small foot sunk in it, is of little consequence.
But I do not think his heart was that kind
of primitive formation that hold the relics
of by-gone days in its cold fossiliferous
stratum. If Dick had ever had an "affaire
de come he had forgotten it. He was what
wo term blase; we—who know nothing
about it. Dick did not object to the epithet
—he rather liked it, as we all do—and I
think he cultivated an ennuyer air. If he
had any previous erratic experience, it was
in the progressive stages I told you of.
At his boarding-house he chanced occa
sionally to meet a young girl, who seemed
to possess many of the attributes he lint ad
mired (consecutively in others. She was
simple and unsophisticated, and supported
herself by giving music lessons. With his
wholesale admiration of the sex, Dick be
came interested in her after a fashion. She
did not object to his attentions. Miss Mary
was flattered and pleased teith Dick. And
Dick did not exactly love her, for he had
doubted the existence of the passion. But
he felt it was time to get married. Ho was
getting old. Here was a good chance for
him to test his skeptical theory in regard
to love. If he really believed there was no
such thing ho might as well marry her as
any one. Sim would undoubtedly make
him a good wife. And ehe was poor, and
that was the strong lover that stirred the ro
mantic foundation of Dick's heart. Ile
could give her a position. She must love
him—he could give her happiness! He
could, in short, make her a—a—yes, that
was it, a—sacrifice!
They were married quietly. There were
some friends of Dick's present, but the
bride was an orphan, and her only relative,
a younger sister, lived in a distant State.—
He took her to a rich and luxurious home.
lie felt that he had (Line the correct and
gentlemanly thing in every respect, and
when he had led her into the softly carpeted
parlor of their fashionable bower, it was
with a feeling of placid self congratulation.
The foolish simple bride threw her arms
about her husband's neck, said to him:
••Oh, Dick'. how can I thank you?"
Dick was touched and felt all imaginary
halo suspend itself over his Olympian brow:
There were no transports with Dick.—
The honeymoon passed quietly and evenly.
Ile lied not expected to be extravagantly
blissful—his dream, if one had ever fash
ioned and shaped his inner mati, was deceit
ful, and he knew it. His wife was all to
him that ho bad sought, it seemed—bat yet
the possession of her love did not seem
fraught with the strange fascination that he
had often conceived in his early days.—
There was something, wanting. Ile would
never let her know it; oh no, it would spoil
his perfect sacrifice. But perhaps it was
this consciousness that placed a deeper
chasm betwixt his wife's erections and his
own. Ile felt he had another's happiness
in his keeping, and ho resolved to guard it
as preciously as his own. This state of
Stirs as you may readily imagine, though
• •
veryrornantio, put him upon a forced and
unnatural behavior, which added 'another
111 million of miles to that awful eliaSni. And
Dick sometimes !.road himself 'sitting oppo
site to tier, in their comfortable parlor, and
wondering if that strange wonrui was his
wife. There was the contour of the face
that had haunted his boyish visions; there
was the same soft voice and winning accent
—and yet why wasn't he happier? why
wasn't ho he grateful? what was the moan
ing of that awful barrier that lay between
them? Why was he doing the Spartan bus
iness, and all that sort of thing? He would
get up at such times and go over to the neat
womanly figure, and gaze into her eyes and
kiss her rod lips, and say, "Are you happy,
my dear?" and then she would look back
answer, and would say, "Are you not
Dick?" Dick would say emphatically, "Cer
tainly, my dear!" with a great deal of un
necessary decision.
A time came when Dick's wife was not
able to visit much, and kept her room a
great deal; and Dick learned that this
younger sister of her's would visit her, and
that for certain reasons, the visit would be
very opportune; and it was with that
strange flutter which the consciousness of a
coming event occasions in the breast of the
expectant parent, that Dick was sitting by
himself in the little library before the fire.
Iler chair—for she was wont to bring her
work in and sit with her husband while he
read—was standing opposite, and her work
basket was still upon the table. Ile was
trying to analyse the strange sensations that
were thronging upon them, and looking for
ward to a happier slate of being, when it oc
curred to him that ho might assist his re
flections by smoking. He drew out his
cigar case, bit off the end of a fragrant
Havana, and looked around for a bit of
paper to light it. His eye fell on his wife's
basket. There was a white paper sticking
out of a chaotic scramble of various colored
fragments. Ile took it up. It seemed to be
a letter. He was about replacing it when
his eye caught a passage containing his own
name.
I have toll you that Dick was the soul of
honor. If lie had known that his wife
didn't want him to read that letter, he
wouldn't have read it. If h 9 had imagined
fora moment that it contained anything ho
shouldn't read, or any secret of his wife's
he would have sat and blinked at it ali day,
or p..Thaps have walked up stairs with it
and handed it to her, saying, "My dear,
you have left a letter below. I don't know
what it is, or who it's from," and would
have departed dramatical.y. But not know.
ing what it was, you sec, ho coolly read on,
commencing at the paragraph containing
his name, as I do:
"I am sorry to hear that Dick is not all
that you fondly imagined. Don't ask vie,
dear, for advice; it is better you should leave
all to time and your own tad and foci/mien&
I think that no ono is capable of mediating
between a wife's affections and her husband's
—ecen a sister. I would say that you ought
to have weighed nil this before you hound
yourself to one whom you think is not
worthy of your affections; but wo cannot re•
call what is past. Nu! indeed. You say
that your Dick has a generous heart, and in
this world, dear! you know that this ought
to make up for other defects, even it' he be
dull and stupid! (Oh! you should have seen
Dick's face at this moment!) Yuur sacrifice
I know was a great one, but tnen cenn it ap•
prociate the SaCrifiCCA we make. .4, never.'
But I will soon be with you, my dearest
sister, and perhaps I may be able to do
something fur you with this queer being
whom you have taken fur n husband. Don't
think I em hard hearted or uusisterly either
if I can't understand your feelings. I
never saw the man yet that I could whim
per over nr feel had about. 'Good bye,'
dear, till I see you, which will be noun!
Your affectionate sister.
"Tip."
"Dull and stupid!" Ito "dull and
stupid!" he, Dick—the delight of select cir
cles: the witty, fascinating, agreeable,
gussippy Dick! "Dull and stupid;" and her
sacritico—her "great sacrifice!" W hat sac
rifice? When? how? Where? And this
was the return—this was the result of his
noble, Roman-like conduct; this was even
tuating from his deeply delicate, poetical,
gentleman-like treatment. This was her
opinion of him—the opinion of the wife of
his bosom, the partner of his joys, the sharer
of his wealth, his property—the woman he
—no! not lora' "Dell and stupid!" why the
woman was a fool, they are both fools! they
were hypocrites! they were ingrates! they
were—women!
He sank back in his chair. Then he
started up and throw the letter in the grate,
and carefully replaced his cigar in the
basket. Then he burnt his fingers recover
ing the letter. Then he put his bands upon
his head, his elbows upon his knees, and in
that position reflected.
lie thought be had better not say any
thing about it. Ile was in for a sacrafice
and the bigger the better; "lie, there!—
Bring in some faggots and lay 'ern round
the stake! Pour on the oil and wine and
give the brands another poke! Here's the
spectacle of a Christian young husband
immolated on the hymeneal altar! diurnal:
Fetch on your faggots!"
"Dull and Stupid! Ile liked that!"—
Well, he'd let them see his dullness and stu
pidity, hereafter, with a vengeance. And
that young sister, indeed! A snub-nosed,
freckled faced, hoydenish thing, with braids
and mincing ways, and—daring to talk
1 abont.him, Dick!—the man of the world!
the blase man, as dull and stupid! Well,
I he'd like to have his friend Wobbles hear
that; how he'd laugh! At them? Of course.
• Certainly at them. But then he'd better
Inot say anything about if—on his wife's ac
count.
When he went up stairs to his wife's
chamber he made some light, trifling jocular
remark which I regret has not reached me,
but which had the effect of making his
Mary open her eyes in meek astonishment.
"Dull and stupid!" thought Dick; "indeed!"
There was some little preparation a week
afterward; and ono day Dick, coming home,
saw some boxes in the ball and several mys
terious looking bundles lying about, and
other signs which seemed to indicate that
his wife's sister had arrived. Of course,
the recollection of that letter did not tend
to awaken lively anticipations of a meeting
with the disagreeable "Tip." Ho thought
1 1 at first that ho would try the dignified and
stately, and otherwise impress the young
woman with a sense of her provous irrever
ence. But then he wished to establish a
character the opposite of those adjectives
which yet swam before his eyes. "Dull and
stupid!" and "dignified and stately" seemed
only a hopeless alliteration. Ile had sent
the servant up stairs to inform his Mary of
/ I his coming, by way of preparing the repent-
I ant and humbled Tip for his awful retri
butive presence. Then he changed his
mind and thought of rushing up stairs bois
terously. He made a step towards the libra
ry door when it was thrown open; two white
arms were flung about his neck, two big
blue eyes looked into his, while a pair of
scarlet lips articulated in rapid accents:
"My dear! dear brother!"
Dick was taken aback. He looked down
at the beautiful and girlish figure and felt—
he, the "blase" man—awkward and ember
rtr.zed. His lips syllahled a few common
places, but the breath of life seemed to have
left hint, Ile could only lead her to a sofa
and stand and gaze at her. She was cer
tainly very pretty—so like his wife, and
yet so unlike.
"Oh, dear! I did so long to see you. Why
didn't you come up stairs? I was afraid
you were angry at something. Von aro not
at all like Mary's husband. I know I shall
like you. You're my brother, you know,
and I never had a brother; and I'm sure I
shall love you so much. You don't say any.
thing! Why, what's the matter? Why you
look pale! You're sick! Mary! Good gra
cious!"
Poor Dick! Poor, poor Dick! It was
over. De was better now. Yes, ho was
!calm too—ho saw it all. She was sitting
' before him, on the very seat his wife hod
occupied; the same contour of features; the
same outline, the same figure—but oh? that
indefinable expression and th:sstrango feel
ing and thrilling. The vision of his past
life, the dreams of his youth were looking
out of the anxious pretty glance that met his
own. Oh! rash, hasty, inconsiderate fool!
He had stopped one step short of perfect
affinity. This was his wife's sister! wife's
sister! Ohl Heavens, he had married his
wife swifter! This Was his wife! The sacrifice
was complete.
No, not complete! It remained fur him
to smother the fires of his new passion in
the dead ashes of the past life. It was at
once his torture and his crown to minister
to the invalid wants of the real wife of his
manhood, in company with the fair young
ideal wifeof hisyouth. It was his great glory
to feel the touch of her warm soft hand on
his brow, when ho sometime sat alone dis
tractedly, groping bli oily in the darkness
fat some clue to lead him away from the pit.
falls that beset his path. Ile could not help
seeing that he had awakened a sympathetic
interest in "Tip's" young heart--a feeling
as yet undefined and holy in its nameless
orphan purity. Dot Ilse sacrifice was not
complete.
They were sitting alone in this little libra
ry, and she sat opposite to hint in his wife's
chair, lie raised his eyes and ohs drew her
chair nearer to him; and in her simple. art
less way, asked his forgiveness!
"Fur what, Tip?"
"Well, never mind; say you'll forgive me.
I once thought worse of you than you de•
served, and I may have said something to
Mary; did she tell you anything'!"
Dick could conscientiously wave a nega
tive. "I've changed my mind since, broth
er! you're so different. I'm sure I know of
no one who could make Mary happier than
you. 1 judge so by what I have seen of
you and by my own feelings, for you know,
Mary and I are all teat are left of our fam
ily. Do you think We aro alike? I think
that I shall never marry, for I could not
find another like Mary's husband."
The artless simplicity and genuine sin
cerity of poor Tip extorted a groan from Dick.
Instantly she was at his side. "Don't
worry, brother, about Mary, she will be
better soon. I know how you feel, dear, and
it must be a comfort to Mary to know your
sympathy."
How shall I end my story, reader? Shall
I say that Tip was again wrong; that Mary
did not get better? That she lingered for a
while, and, striving to bring ts feeble, im
mortal soul into this earthly light, laid down
her own dear woman's life, a willing sacri
fice upon the altar. Shall I say that Tip
and Dick stood by holding her hands, when
the first cry of the strup.;gling immortal her
alded her way to the home it just had quit
ted? flow that the poor motherless child
found a guardian angel in Tip?
How else cacti marry Dick to his. wife's
sister?
Tui PatyrEn's "Discr."—lteir. J. (5.
Fletcher, in a recent lecture on Brazil;. said
that the press was as free in Brazil an in
New York:• and the law requires the printer
to be paid lr.th for his paper and a.l vertigo
nienta in advance.
149....5ma1l faults inaulge.l, ure little thieve+
that let in greater. Guard therefore agalegt
therm first inmale of the tempter.
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The Ruling Passion
One of the prettiest of the German water
ing-places is Schlossenbourg.
A long, straight, tedious avenue takes
you to it from the bright-looking town of
F -; twelve long miles without a rail.
way; but when you get there, it is like a
garden with houses in it, not houses with
gardens to them—a garden filled with flow
ers, exquisitely kept, tastefully laid out,
stretching into a park and woods that an
English duke might envy. Then there is a
conservatory, with tall palm trees and other
exotics: a Chinese temple, with gaslights
at night, that are contrived as if they sprang
from amongst the flowers; and morning,
noon and night, music—from one of the
best bands in Germany. You may sit and
hear it in the garden, sipping coffee all the
while, or you may go into a well-lighted
room, provided with every newspaper in
every language you could desire, fitted up
like the most luxurious drawing-room. You
may also remark in the one long street of
which the town of Schlossenbourg consists,
that every other house is a banker's or
money-changer's, where all kinds of facilities
for obtaining or changing money aro of
fered.
"Hew rich or prosperous the little town
must be," you remark; "what a beneficent
government;" for all these luxuries are
given for nothing. No visiter is asked to
pay fur the expensive garden that surrounds
his lodgings, or the gas, or the musie., or the
newspapers, or the sofas—all is generously
provided by some invisible power. Let us
walk into the noble saloon, with its lofty
painted,ceilings, past the soft-seated news
room, and we shall see the munificent pro
v'iiler of flowers and music—the board green
cloth, the bank and its directors, the rouge
et noir, and the roulette table.
The bank is obliged to lay out a certain
portion of its enormous profits every year
on the place; the gardens, the conservato
ries, and every luxury are kept up to ren
der attractive the temple of the blind god
d
It is a mistake to look fur fiery passions,
deep despairs among the players; most
wear an outward calm: there is only a sort
of fixed, haggard look and contraction of the
mouth, sometimes to be detes.ted, that
speaks ns with an inward curse.
I had come to Sehlossenbonrg as the med
ical attendant of an old and *stilted friend
as well as patient. I had no money to risk,
and I was determined not to be seduced by
that strange chink of gold, and the attnos
piton) of excitement pervading the rooms..
My friend, Harry Melville, found me in
the reading room one evening. "Como,"
said he, "Raiford, as you are a philosopher,
and behold the oddest specimen you ever
set eyes on, and help ma mike her out."—
We went to the roulette table. "There she
is," said llarry, "between the hat with the
scarlet feather and the old snuffy Grafia.—
There; she has von again. Look at her
little hands ;gathering up the silver florins
—they are like a child's hands; but her
face—did you ever see such a face?"
"I can see nothing," said I, "but specta
cles and a false front, and a large old-fash
ioned :bonnet, and a little wizens 1 figure.
What can it be?"
"There; she 10g03 now. See how she
clasps her . little hands, hut plays boldly
again, without a moment's hesitation; only
she seems to consult some written notes on
a card. .I.lst again; poor little old lady'. it
is evident she is not a witch."
The heap of winnings was now reduced
to a single gold piece, a doable Frederick
d'or. The little old woman seemed to heel.
tate; she looked e.tgerly at her notes, then
took up the money anti disappet.red so rap
idly that y did not see her leave the room.
I should scarcely have remembered the
circumstance or the personage who seemed
to have improssel Harry s strongly, but
for the appearance of the mysterious little
old woman again at the table two or three
days nftervrards. This time, 1 was deter
mined to watch her; it was in the afternoon,
rather dusk, but before the tables were
lighted.
She had an umbrella, on which she leaned
with a limping gait, the obi bonnet, and
large dark shawl. She went straight up to
the table, and without hesitation placed a
double Frederick d'or on a single number—
I think it was three. I looked at her as the
table turned; her hands wore tightly clasped,
her neck stretched out. The umbrella on
which she loaned for a walking stick had
fallen down, and she did not seem aware
of it.
despair. When she looked up, on hearing
my step, it was sad to see such wild sor
row in a child's face. "My poor child,"
said I, going up to her, "what is it?"
"0 sir. 0 sir," she sobbed. "that cruel
man?" Then a sudden idea seized her; she
sprang up "D.nt't you think, for once, only
once, he would give me back a littlo money,
and let me try again?"
"I think not," I said. "'low is it that
you do this, and know so little? Tell me
"Elle no bourne plus—troi-o." said the' l all• and let me perhaps help yon."
She looked wistfully in my face. "If
crsupier. The little with had won thirty
six double Fredericks. you would lend me a Frederick d'or, I should
Sho gore an unmistakable shout of ecs-
be sure to win this time."
tacy. "0 144M:fall" said a clear, shrill, I "I will lend it to you," I said. ''hut not
child's voice, nod she snatched up the gold i to play—take it home "
pieces, and actually ran out of the saloon. She hung back, and blushed. "I dare
I turned to follow, tut she had disappeared, not—l cannot go bonne." Then she burst
leaving the umbrella on the floor. I picked . into a passitai of sobs, exclaiming: "0 no:
it up, thinking it might lead to some ac- papa would die: it would kill him to see mo
quaintance with the mysterious little person. come home with nothing lost."
My invalid had become worse, and I was "Let me gn home with you," said
much taken up with him, and did not go to ! nut a doctor: if your father is ill I may to
the Carson' for some days. Sitting ono af- ,of use to him."
ternoon in the garden with him, we were Slao hesitated, and Ilion, with a sudden
listlessly watching some children!. both Ger- I resolution, took my hand. and led me CM.—
man and English, engaged in a genie of i It was a turtling not far from the Cursaal,
!hide and-seek, chasing each other round the down a lane, and into a yard, where there
tr e es. A litt!e girl, whose remarkably I was a stand of denier at one end, and a
graceful movements had caught my atten- w.mlierwornari nt the, other. The door or n
jinn, suddenly exclaimed, with a laugh and mean house stood open, and my little guide
!a shoot: "0 boaptiful!" au.1.e.1 me to stop at the bottom of the stairs.
jThe voice was identical—l could nut mis while she first went up to her father. I
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take it—with that of the little .old woman
of the Cursaal. I was determined to Le
convinced of the fact, and when I again
looked at the perfectly childish creature of
eleven years old, I could not believe her to
be the same. I rose from my seat as she
came near, but was rather puzzled how to
accost her. I have bad an odd sort of shy
ness with children, I feel so afraid of en
countering either cf the two extremes of
shyness or pertness. At last I bethought
me of the umbrella.
"Stop, my little lady,"said I very timidly.
She looked around wondering, and with the
softest blue eyes in the world. "Have you
not lost something lately, the other evening
in the Curseal?"
Poor little thing! all her fun and frolic
were gone. She blushed and hung her
head and I saw the ready childish tears
swelling under her eyelids.
"I don't know, l"—she murmered; and
I felt so guilty in tempting her to an un
truth, that I said at once; "You dropped
your umbrell•t when yuu were dressed up
the other evening."
She came quite elo4e up to me; all her
shyness was gone. "0 sir." she said "if
yon have found me out, don't tell upon me,
pray don't. Nevermind the umbrella; and,
sir, if you should see me again, so, dressed
like an old woman, don't take any notice."
"But, my dear little girl, or my dear old
!ady, I cannot promise anything, because I
am sure I should laugh. What can be the
reason of such a disguise."
She had not the shadow of a smile as she
answered: "I cannot and may not tell you:
and perhaps I was wrong not to say at once.
•No, it was not my umbrella'—and yet that
would be a story. It is so hard to know
what is right, isn't it, sir, sometimes?"
Iler companions here cane to call her to
play, but she sn'd in German—which she
spoke like a native—" No, I must go home
now." Then turning to me with a sort of
involuntary confidence, he said: "There is
nobody but me now to attend to poor papa,
and it was very wrong indeed of me tb stay
playing here."
"I wish," said T, "yen would me
something more of yourself; I might help
you, perhaps, and your papa too."
She shook her head sadly. "I dare not,"
she said. "It would rex him so much that
ho might die. We don't want anything
now—just now I mean; only if you see me
again there, don't tell anybody, fur you
know"—this she said in a whisper—"they
won't let children play."
She gent away out of the garden with a
edate step, and `her fAce, thin and pale
wlrna not animated, had lost its childish ex
pression. I watched her, and longed to fol
low and know what the mystery was. She
stopped, and looked back hesitating, and I
instantly joined her. "Shall I send your
umbrella," said I, "ur bring it you here to-
morrow."
"Never mind that," she said. "If you
will only only tell me where you live—l
may—l don't know; Litt papa won't let
anybody come; and we may —0 sir, we may
want a friend!" She burst into tears, and
then with an effort to repress her sobs, said:
"Tell me where you live?"
I readily gare her my card, and pressed
her slight little hand as she rim away.
"1 few days after that, in the Cursaal,
main saw the strange little fiznre. I went
and stood opposite to her, but I believe she
did not see no. She had, as before, a double
Fredersek d'or, which site changed into sil
ver, and began ti play first cautiously, and
consulting more written directions, and win
ning every time, she then staked gold pieces
and again won. Theo she grew more neck•
less • and planed high stakes on a single num
ber—she lost; staked again -lost again.
and then her last remaining gold pieces
were raked off. I could nut see her face
fur the absurd disguise, but as I saw her
glide front the table, I instinctively followed.
She rushed down the steps and into the
garden. When I came up, she had thrown
herself on a garden seat, had torn off' her
disguise, and with her childish hands cover
ing her face, was sobbing in the bitterest