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Reliques A wild, wet night: the driving sleet 11111111 all the lamps Along the quay; The windows shake; the busy street Is still alive with hurrying feet; The wind raves from the sea; So let it ravel My lamp burns bright; My long day's work is almost done; 1 curtain out ench round and night-- Of all nights in the year, to-night I choose to be alone. Alone. With doors and windows fast, Before my open de.ir I stand . Alas! can twelve long months be past, My hidden, hidden wealth! since last I held thee In my hands? So, there it Iles! Front year to year I see the ribbon change; the page Tarn yellower; and the very tear That blots the writing, disappear And fade away with age. !line eyes grow dim when I behold The precious trifles hoarded there— A ring of battered Indian gold, A withered bluebell, and a fold Of sunny chestnut hair. Not all the riches of the earth, Not all the treasures of the sea, Could buy these house-gods front my hearth; But yet the secret of their worth Nola live and die with me. [All the Year Round May-Day. E=ll It is the morn of May! The flowery holiday Of Shairspeare's gaglood—with its golden hours As bright as ever passed in glittering waters glassed, And tbreading labyrinths at leaves and flowers The trees fresh-clad and cool, Of murmured bliss are full, A deep content 14 poured on nature's need; And Joy is in the flow Of each pulsation low, Whick sends the lakelet rippling to it, reeds Fair princes: woodland queen! The slender birch ii seen, With silken tresses to the sunshine spread; With gleams, like dazzling smiles, And gay coquettish wiles, The light laburnum shales her golden head Like bride on bridal morn, There etandi tke snowy thorn, White, fragrant, flowery; anal the lilac there, From every peachy plume, Shales out a rich perfume, In waves of incense on the happy air So glad a day and fair, Why do they not prepare The May-pole gay, the dance upon the green? The wooing in the glade Would want no serenade, The nightingales would greet the young May-Queen (Good Words. gdatiano, From the Conlin II Itlagazine The Shallowell. Mystery. 13321:33 A long, late, lounging breakfast. Arthur Ringeton site with the relics of the repast still before him; as he leans back in his easy chair it is evident that some entrancing subject occupies all his thoughts. Now, of all occupations, thinking is one to which he is least addicted. lie disap proves of it. It is in direct opposition to Ilia system of living. Yet this morning, when Georgy Davis, wbo has the next chambers in the Albany, looks him up, he scarcely notices him, but only receives him with a nod. Georgy, who is accustomed to make him self at home everywhere, helps himself to some Maraschino, before be takes in the phenomenon; when he does, it renders him voluble immediately. "Why, Ringston, what's the matter with yen? Here I have been nearly a minute and a half in the place, and you have not said a word. Why, I am hanged if you don't look as if you were actually thinking about something." To the question Ringston returned no an swer; on the observation he made no remark. Davis flung himself at full length on the sofa and took a book, determined to wait the result. In about five minutes Ringston found hie tongue. "First of all, Georgy," be said, !let me apologize for my silence, for I knew you were here, though I did not speak to you. But it I had, it would have put me to great inconvenience; for not being used to think ing, if I had not finished while I was about it, it would have taken me an hour or more to get back to where I was when you came in, supposing I ever arrived there at all." "Sir," said Davis, "your explanation is most satisfactory. but for your own sake I wonln not advise you to do it again, for it does not appear to agree with you. Is it permitted to ask at what conclusion you have arrivedr, "I am still in doubt," replied Ringston, "whether you should congratulate or con dole with me. My cousin has just left me three thousand pounds." "Well. I will congratulate you first, and if you show good cause, will try to condole with you afterwards." "Why, you see, it is an awkward sum. It is too much to spend in a week, and it is not enough to be of any particular use." "Of* course you would not think of 'mud dling it away' in paying your debts; but it might be some good for staving off any that press." EIICI EIEI "No, Davis, nol I am convinced that pay ing your creditors money on account is a mistake. It is every bit the same thing as letting dogs get a taste for blood. They'd always be wanting more; and as for paying one man, if you did not cash up to the lot, —why, it would be—what is it they call it in the newspapers—showing undue prefer ence; is it not? I believe it is felony. No, no, Georgy; whatever I do I will never bo unjust." "Well, come and have a game of pyra mids, and let's talk the thing over." "No, George Davis; not if I know it. It's my firm belief that in your theory life is one pyramid, and other people's money the bricks that compose it, by winning which you are to rise to the apex." "Well, I have not got even 'three bricks higher' by you." "For the simple reason, my George, that it is many years since I have had any mon ey to lose." "But what are you going to do with the money? You might get 'The Ruffier' for fifteen hundred, and ho is well in for the Cmsarewitch." "'The Ruiner' will not suit my little book. I arrived at a decision after you came in.— This is what lam going to do. I shall go down to a nicish watering place within easy distance of a decent park—enjoy myself quietly, and make the money go as far as I can for a twelvemonth; and then—" "Well, what then?" "I shall kill myself." "Oh, of course, to the sound of slow music in the distance; hurdy-gurdies and bag-pipes playing under your windows, etc." "No; I mean what I say. Another year will be just enough of it." "Provided you don't flush an heiress in the meantime. What you have described would be a useful country for that kind of game; and if you make your three thousand pounds, three thousand a year, you might have a chance." "No; that would be a sacrifice for which I could not screw up my courage; I would sooner go to Boulogne and vegetate on the interest of the three thousand. I don't know why it is, but to me they always seem to take their complexion from their bank notes, and the shade of their hair from the color of their guineas." "Why golden tresses are the correct thing." "Yes; but I am thinking of the 'red, red gold.' Besides, they've too accurate an idea of their own money value impressed upon them from infancy. No, I shall keep to my original plan; and twelve months from the day on which I arrived in my new home, I shall depart this life. My mode of death will form an interesting subject of reflection during my leisure hours; for now I have be gun to think I may as well go on." "Do you really expect me to believe this?" "If you say you don't:—well, I won't call you out, because that might disarrange my plans; but I should prefer your dropping the subject." "And you won't play one pool?" "Not this morning. I must eoe about carrying my now arrangements into effect. Ta-ta." George Davis soon spread the news of Riogston's - legacy, and his theory for its disposal far and wide; and consequently that gentleman was favored with a great many visits in the course of the morning. When he had quite a levee, be went over the whole affair for the public benefit. Amongst the men who wore present, some had come expecting to find him a little mad; others had made up their minds that he had been amusing himself at George's expense. But Riogeton stated his intentions and his rea sons for them in such a quiet and business like way, that many were ekaken in their opinion. Some of the younger men, indeed, at last felt perfectly confident that he would carry out what he had said to the letter. It should be mentioned that he prefaced his explanation by stating that Davis happened to collie in just as be had decided upon the course he was about to pursue, and that ho had spoken to him about it on the spur of the moment; but, considering it in the light of a confidential communication, lie never imagined it would have gone any further. One man, indeed, ventured to soy that he thought the joke bad gong far enough; but he soon repented his temerity. "I am not in jest, sir," said Ringston, io a voice which startled the room; "and as this it! a autipsot Wbioh I shall not discuss again, if any one wilfully forces upon me a statement of their disbelief in my intentions I shall consider that they wish to give me the lie." 4.8 liingston had 01108 thrown a man ont of a first-floor window, and there Wita still a latent possibility that be might be mad, this produced rather a hiatus in the conversation. * The difficulty was cleverly got over by a young gentleman, who said: "Yon hare not told us yet, Kingston, what is to be the scene of your operations!" "NO ENTERTAINMENT SO CHEAP AS READING, NOR ANY PLEASURE SO LASTING." COLUMBIA, PENNSYLVANIA, SATURDAY MORNING, JULY 19, 1862. "Well, I have not made up my mind, and shall ho glad of any advice upon the subject." "What do yon say now to Shallowell; Maverly's regiment is stationed there, and it is within easy reach of Gleocroft's pack, and the South Clodehire as well?" "By Jove, you don't say so; I have not seen Maverly since he returned to England, and it is a nice country, too. Shallowell it shall be. I will write to Maverly to-night. By the-by, if any of you know anybody who could take the rooms off my hands, with furniture and everything as it stands, I should be glad." As the party gradually dispersed, young Racington, who was just starting up town, lingered until last, and as soon as they were alone, commenced a negotiation. In ten minutes Ringston had disposed of all his goods and chattels, including some tolerable pictures, for two hundred and fifty pounds, and a hunter which had proved rather too much for Mr. Racington, as on previous oc casions, when there had been a difference of opining between them with regard to the road which they should go, the horse had generally had the best of the argument. caerTzm II Miss Etheredge, the belle of Shallowell, stands at the window of the pump-room.-- She is surrounded by a select band of male and female satellites. "Who is that in such deep mourning walk ing with Captain Maverly P" she inquired of Dr. Doser, the most active of news-mong ers, and most industrious of gossips. Tho gentleman she indicates is a slight, elegant-looking man, about the middle height. lie is very,pale, with a large black moustache. The rest of his faoe is closely shaven. "You may look upon that gentleman as a phenomenon, Miss Etheredge," replied the doctor, "for in him you see a man in mourn ing for himself. That is Mr. Ringston, of whom I have no doubt you have heard." "But Mr. Ringston must be in mourning for his cousin who left him the money." "His cousin may form an excuse to put forward to the world, but I know from the best authority,"—and here the doctor shook his bead mysteriously—"that he will never return to another garb. Ho wears it as a token of his own approaching end." And here the doctor repeated the story of Mr. Ringston's intentions, which had pre ceded him to Shallowell. As he concluded it, Maverly and Ringston re-passed on horse back; the Captain in pink, his friend in his usual black. Ringston was riding a gigan tic black horse, nearly seventeen hands, and evidently of immense power. "The hounds meet at Laveroch Close this morning; you should have gone to see them throw off, Miss Etheredge," said young George Clatham. "How is it that you are not there?" re torted the young lady, looking gracefully unconscious. Poor George blushed, but made no reply As soon as Ringston and Maverly reached the Close, the Captain, who was a great au thority on horse flesh, was carried off by a friend to give an opinion on a mare that Mivens, the livery-stable keeper from Shall owell, bad ridden over to sell. Consequently, Ringston was left alone, and not being known, was a good deal star ed at. Most of the men present were mem bers of the hunt, and turned out in the uni form, which was gorgeous in the extreme, so that Ringston's sables formed a striking contrast amid the mass of pink. "That fellow must be an undertaker," said Mr. Saaffleton. "The brute he is riding does look as if he had just came out of a hearse," said Bob Bitwell. "Go and tell him, Charlie, it is no use his coming here; ho won't got any orders to-day. Nobody ever breaks his neck in this hunt," said Snaffieton. "Cla yourself," said Charlie Chesterfield "Charlie's afraid," said Bitwell. "No, Charlie's not," said that young gen tleman; "but toes Bitwell whether he goes, or I," "Come, now, that's only fair," cried two or three men. Bitwell did not like it, but was ashamed to shrink out of it. There was a general laugh when he lost the toss. As he walked his horse towards Ringeton, two or three ranged near enough to hear what he said. Itingstan had been standing with his back to his critics; it is probable that if they had seen his face the joke would not have been sup:Gated. When he happened to turn, as !limell come up, that gentleman conceived an additional dislike to the duty be _hind to perform. however, be felt he was in for it, and plunged desperately in mediae res. "I don't think you'll do much business to-day, sir." Ringston chose to suppose that he alluded to the prospect of sport, though be had caught a word here and there of the conver sation, and suspected that a jest was intend ed. Ile replied accordingly— - "Not a bad scenting morning." • "Oh, I did not mean with the for, I meant with the funerals." have not the pleasure of your argant. arms, sir, and I do not take orders for funer als; but if you should follow me to-day, think it extremely likely I may have VIS give one." These words Kingston uttered very slowly, and gave additional point to the lest sentence by surveying Mr. Bitwell and his horse through his ebony-encircled eye glass. That gentleman looked extremely uncom fortable as he returned to his friends. They found very soon after this and got away directly, an open country and the pace tremendous. Twenty minutes straight riding and only one momentary check.— Ringston only rides ten stone and Erebus is well up to fifteen. He has ridden more than ono steeple chase and been first cast the post. The black coat takes its place in the first rank as a matter of course. Bitwell, who does not forget the challenge, strives hard to keep ahead, but Erebus is too much for his chestnut across some ploughed land. Over the crest of the hill they go straight as a line, with a splendid view as they top it. But as they begin to descend, they see a great deal more than they like. Ono long field with a most unpromising bullfinch at the bottom and beyond the hill falls away precipitously like the side of a house. The fox points stright ahead, and in a minute two or three hounds are seen rolling over in their course towards the bot tom. The huntsman turns off to the right for a winding path which leads through the woods to the bottom. Ringston, who had taken the second place, goes straight a-head, glancing once over his shoulder to look for Bitwell, as he neared the fence. Bitwell caught hie glance, and kept in his track.— Crash through the bullfinch goes Erebus; but can be keep his footing on the other side? For a second it seems a certainty that he must fall on his head, but with a desperate effort, Ringston recovers him. Another stride and he slides on his haunches on the wet ground; and so on slipping and sliding, Ringston throwing his weight well back, by the most extraordinary luck, they reach ed the bottom in safety. Then across the road over an oxen "like a bird," just in time for the kill; for the hounds ran into him in the next field. Bitwell got through the bullfinch gallantly but the chestnut rolled over, tho moment he li A hted on the descent, crushing his rider tt, neath him. Bitwell was picked up about a third of a the way down the bill, with two damaged ribs and a broken collar-bone. The chest nut rolled to the bottom and broke his back. Behind Bitwell came Mayerly and Snaffle ton, but they wisely followed the example of the huntsman, and went around by the lane. Snaffieton mentioned to the captain what had occurred before the run, and commented on Kingston's desperate riding. "Why you see if he breaks his neck now," said Maverly, "it will' save him the trouble of killing himself at the end of the year, and and would be more moral besides. Then followed the story. Both Glencroft's hounds and the South Clodshire had some good runs during the not fortnight at all of which Ringston was present, and rode in the same style. For tunately he did not again tempt any one to follow him; and thanks to his light weight, light hand, good seat, and the bone and blood of Erebus he came to no harm. By this time ho had become an object of general interest at Shallowoll; and though several people thought him mad, ho had no relations who considered it would be a prof itable speculation to put him in a lunatic asylum. I= Itingeton soon became rather• popular than not, notwithstanding the mystery which surrounded him. Any allusion to this ho always checked. With the memory of Bit well's fate fresh in their minds, and -under the unpleasant light which gleamed in Ring ston's eyes when he was annoyed, there were few who would have liked to press the point. But the gossips made ample amends for their enforced silence in his presence by the circulation of the wildest speculations behind his back. It was even suggested that he bad sold himself to the Evil One, and that, like the guests at juvenile parties, he would be fetch ed when his time was up. But his rooms were pleasant ones to drop in at; and it is a matter of doubt whether if his Satanic Ma jesty had been present as a guest, be would have scared the inhabitants of Shallowell from a champaign supper. There was a little play afterwards, which occasionally made tbe evening rather expen sive, but then the loss was a chance, the supper a certainty. Between the hours of eleven at night and three in the morning any one who had the entree to Ringston's rooms would generally find "something going on," unless there was any bachelor party brilliant enough to lure the lion from his den. The balls, evening parties, and other fes tivities, for which Shallowell is so justly cel ebrated, he utterly eschewed, and thereby gave deadly offence to the majority of the fair sex, in that fashionable watering (and wining) place. It was bad enough that be did not go himself but it was far worse that he should keep away Qustavusand Adolphus, who, before his arrival, had been exemplary in their attendance. Why is Frederic Deuxteenps putting or, his bat eo quietly in the hall of Alm Fitz cram'? It is only half put one. The rush of "The Spirit of the Dall" pours into his ears, as be noislessly turns the handle of the street door, but it has no power to recall him.— Yet one short month ago he swore to Lucy Lightfoot that there was nothing in the world equal to that first "after supper galope." Ho made no exception then even in favor of lansquen et and champuign punch. Wheu winter passed away and the season of pic-nics arrived, Ringston could never be entrapped into making one of a miscellane ous assembly. A drag over the Westsea, and a cruise in Colonel Morles's yacht, suited him very well but the peculiar advantages of dining and dancing on the grass; he never could be brought to see. , But all through the summer season, he devoted himself to the Shalloweli cricket club. . .; lie got them into such order, that they won every match they played that season, and "the, black bowler 7, hcatne: in object of superstitious terror:ts,o*.y.eleven in the neigborhood. The most W disagreeable . thing in Itiogstoia's bevrlind as, that ho' ;always walked up to the'crense rind no one could ever tell till the ball wes'delivered whether it would be a slow twister, Or - swift enough to cut the middle stump in half. Thus with yachting and cricket, and the occosional races in the neighborhood, the time passed away until November came again, and the allotted twelvemonth drew towards its close. CHAPTER IV iJaverly's regiment were the first dra goons who had ever been stationed at Shal lowell, and they had been feted a great deal. They therefore considered it incumbent upon them to give a ball. Officer's balls are al ways a success. It is an understood thing, that every thing is to be praised, and noth ing to be criticised. Everybody comes to enjoy himself, and the majority generally succeed. The num ber of determined-to-be-agreeable hosts propitiates the fair sex, and all possible part ners aro made available. It is true that some appear to take The character of stew ard, only to be able to introduce themielves to any pretty girl they don't know, but these are the exception who prove the rule. Ringston had declined the invitation at first, but Maverly made it a personal mat ter, that he should show himself. The Shallowell assembly rooms are unus ually crowded. That watering place can always show a fait amount of beauty, but to-night the ranks of the belles are swelled by many drafts from the county families. Laura Etheredge holds her own, against all corners. - She is undoubtedly the belle of the room. In a pause of a quadrille, her oyes fall upon a pale face, which rests against a pillar opposite. We have said that Ringston was an elegant looking man. Ills peso at this moment is graceful in the extreme, though evidently unstudied. Laura looks atlim. She sees that he has evident ly forgotten where ho is, and takes advan tage of his unconscious state, to examine I him critically. The breeze of the whirling dresses almost stirs his black curls; but he does rot note the fair dancers as they pass. There is something in an expression of ut ter abstraction which always excites curi osity. Where are the thoughts which are not with us? Laura had ridiculed a dozen times at least the Ringston story, and yet now that she gazes upon its hero, she can scarcely drive back from her heart, a feel ing of terror. She goes mechanically through the quadrille, but she sees nothing but that face. In vain ber partner turns on an even-flow ing stream of regulation nothing into her ear. She does not hear a word; and, at last, answers an elaborate criticism on a new pri ma donna, which he has learntby heart from yesterday's Times, by saying— " Yes, quite black." The irreproachable lieutenant treasured this as a fact and avoiding any display of ignorance at the time, ho sought his news paper on his return home, to see if we had omitted to notice that Mademoiselle Sopran etti was a coloured article. The last figure of the quadrille is drawing to a close when Riogston changes his posi tion, and their eyes meet. Have you ever watched eyes, which as they wake from sleep kindle into love be neath your own? Some such sparkle gleamed in Ringston's, before Laura could withdraw her gaze. She saw the trance fade in an instant and the light of life coma back, at the same mo ment the thought crossed her mind "If I were destined to claim him back from death!" She site by her chaperon fora moment; the next Ringeton was before her with a steward by his side. "Miss Etheredge, Mr. Ringstonl" "Can you possibly spare me a dance, Miss Ether edge?" "1 can give you the next—a waltz, I thiakl" W hat could it hare been that induced Laura to keep herself disengaged for that dance, when she had enough petitions made to her to fill her card over and over again, before the bad been in the room five min awe? What answer would she have made to herself? She must have said that she liked to keep one dance in case some one came in late, with whom she might wish to dance. Ilad she any idea who "the some ono" was to be? • It was evident that at some previous peri od of his existence, Mr. Ringston had liked dancing much better than he had professed to do since he bad resided at Sim Unwell. "How they got' said Snaffieton. "Fine action. Do for a curricula," re plied Captain 'Overly., *1,50 PER YEAR Ml' ADVANCE; $2,00 IF NOT IN ADVANCE "I thought you never danced, Mr. Ring ston," said Miss Etheredge, as the music ceased. "I did not think I should ever dance again," he replied and the dark cloud pass ed over his face once more. She shuddered. "Can he allude," she thought, "to the Story of his approaching death?" But he seemed to shako the gloom off with an effort, and began to talk. Supper was announced before the next dance, and he took her down, and soon established her in a safe and particularly comfortable corner. He then seated himself deliberately in front of her, so as almost to cut her off from the rest of the room. A glance brought Mayer ly's servant to his side. "'Wait on us," he said; and that judicious attendant obeyed him with the most perfect disregard of every body else, his master included. Laura Etheredge was not the girl to stand being "appropriated" in the manner we have described,. under ordinary circumstan ces, or by an ordinary individual; but there are some people whom no ono ever thinks of opposing, and Arthur Ringston was ono of them. His charge was not unhappy in her prison; the more they talked the brighter Ringston became, till at. last he seemed to regain "his old form." 'For the days wore not. long past since many bright eyes looked brighter when that dark face bent over them. And certainly Laura lingered an uncon sciona:ly long time over her jelly, consider ing that a sometime favorite partner was waiting to claim her hand for a galope: and more suspicious still, when that was concluded, she allowed herself to be persua ded to take some grapes. Now all ladies know that grapes may be made to last exactly as long as the consumer likes. When all the ladies bad left the sup per-room, except one dowager, who was evi dently watching them, Ringston felt that it would not do any longer, and they returned to the ball room. Miss Etheredgo introduced Ringston to her mother. "We shall have a few friends next Friday, Mr. Ringston; but I suppose it would be quite a compliment to ask you to join us." "I should be delighted, I assure you though I do not often go out; but"—and here a shade darker than she had yet seen seem ed to Laura to cloud his face--"but I am compelled to refuse." In vain she tried to force it back; the thought would come, "The year must be nearly past." The supper had lasted so long that Miss E theredge's dancing engagements, according to her "correct card," bad been terribly dis regarded. There was, therefore an animated debate between three gentlemen, who all claimed her hand for the next dance. Ringston sug gested that if she put an end to the dispute by dancing with him, no one conld be of fended, but Laura did not agree with him. The fortunate candidate carried her off in triumph at last, and Ringston sat down to converse with Mrs. Ethoredge. That lady told her daughter the next morning, that she could not imagine why people talked such nonsense about Mr. Ringston, fur she found him a very sensible and agreeable person. Laura danced tt;:ice and then said she should like to go home. Ringston took her to the carriage. After the ladies were in, a min ute elapsed before they could start. What could induce the belle of Shallowell to re peat an invitation which had once been de clined? Yet it is certain that Laura leant out of the window and murmured—" Shall we not see you on Friday?" A whisper, "Alan, no!" A deep sigh: n pressure of the hand; and they parted—she cannot escape the thought—perhaps forever. @ME The ball took place on Tuesday. The next morning Ringeton sent round Maverly's servant to all his tradesmen to collect his bills, for he bad dismissed his own man a few days before. He remained nt home all the morning, destroying papers and letters, having given strict orders that ho should ho denied to everybody. He dined at the moss where ho was always a welcome guest. lle returned to his rooms about ten o'clock, and several mon came in. The play was higher than usual. It was observed that, contrary to his usual custom. Ringston played reck lessly. Lie bad, however, an extraordinary run of luck, and won heavily after a long sitting. Ilis guests dropped off by degrees. Young Lurley, a cornet, who had lately joined, and Seaffleton, remained to the last, playing ecarte. When they left, at about half past three, Kingston was lying on the sofa half asleep. Kingston seldom rose early on winter mornings when he did not hunt. The peo ple of the house had strict orders never to call him. Bat when three o'clock on Thurs day afternoon came, and be had not vet rang for breakfast, the - landlady, who had lived in fear and trembling for some days, backed up by the maid and a friend from next door, ventured into his sitting room, and not find ing any signs of him there, they knocked at his bed-room door. No answer. Again, louder, louder, louder. Still no reply. They try the door; it is not fastened. As it is opened, Mrs. Brown, the lady from next door, detects a strong smell of sulphur, bat the room is empty; Me bed is disarranged, the clothes he wore yesterday are lying on chairs, but there is no other token of Mr. Arthur Megaton. [WHOLE NUMBER 1,665. The news spreads like wildfire.. Very soon rewards are offered for hie discovery, for there is one painful element which enters into the romance. Though the bills were so carefully collec ted yesterday none of them were paid. The river is dragged incessantly, and the fashionable broad walk by its side is deserted by the fair sex. The local papers "teem with paragraphs, some of which achieve the honor of being copied into The Times. at was talked about •everywhere. 'There was a nearer approach to excitement at the "Poco-curante," of which Riogston was a member, than had ever been known since the club was formed. "it seems to me," said Georgy Davis in the smoking room, of that institution, "that it is about the neatest thing that our Arthur has ever done, and that is saying a great deal. My firm belief is, that he has not killed himself, that •be never had the three thousand pounds, 'but that he hag left Shal. Lowell, owing five." And Laura Etheredge—is she interested in the new story and its thousand and ono variation s'? Does she still" cherish a remembrance of her strange partner at the officers' She looked as beautiful as ever at her Moth er's party on Friday though perhaps a shade paler than usual. At first, whilst thegeneral opinion is, that he has drowned himself— and there are daily reports that hie remains have been found in various boles of the riv er—she has a difficulty in repressing ail appearance of anxiety when these reach her. But as there appears a greater probality of his being alive she recovers her equanimity though it may be doubted whether she was. quite herself till she had refused Snaffieton —an operation which seemed to do, her a great deal of good. As there was still great uncertainty whethJ er ho was dead or alive, it was found that nothing could be done with regard to Ring ston's property. Nothing had been removed from his rooms. Ilie watch was in its stand, hie , purse, containing thirty-seven pounds .fif teen shillings and six-ponce was lying on his dressing-table; so were his keys. On open ing his writing-desk, a hundred and fifty pounds were found in it. One or two men said be must have won twice as much or more on Wednesday night, but as there is always a graceful uncertainty with regard to who does win the money, which everybody else has lost, not much at-, vntion was paid to this remark. "Ringston had paid the landlady her rent, and she held a balance for smaller expenses, so she did not object to things remaining as they were, for a little time. Erebus had been sent to illaverly about a week before. All things working together, it seemed probable that the excitement at Shallowell, would extend even beyond that conventional. limit of our wonder at modern miracles— the ninth day. [CONCLUSION NEXT. WEEK.] A French Amazon The daughters of the regiment, who awing the flags and canteens so gaily to the music of their own youthful songs, become in time Amazons, if we may believe the stubborn facts narrated in the Paris Moniteur. Wit ness the adventures of Marie Dongard: She was married at the age of 17, and served in the campaigns of Milon, Wagram . . Borodino and Smolenko. Her biography is given in the petition which she presented to the President of the Republic in 1850: Prince—Encouraged by the kind and gra , cions reception you have given me in 1849, I again come to present you the homage of one whose life has been consecrated to the service of your uncle. In 18021 united my fortunes to those of Nicholas Beandot, a soldier of the French regiment of cavalry, and subsequently overseer of ambulance service in Prince Eugene's corps d'arme. I was successively ono of the garrison of Ly ons in 1802, of Milan in 1803, and of Udine in 1805. To follow my husband, I disguised myself as a soldier, and served in the ranks under the name of Maurice. Before Raab I afforded succor and distributed soup to 237 wounded. Being remarked by Prince Eugene, I revealed to him the secret of my disguise, and, in return, had the honor of be ing complimented by his month. At Wag:. rum I extinguished a fire that tortured the wounded who were lying about the plain. and that threatened to burn up the gathered harvest. After the battle I remained in an isle in the Danube, where the ambulance corps were stationed; from thence I returned' to Udine, where I remained till 1812. when I took part in the campaign of that pair. and served in every battle where the fourth corps de la grande armee was ordered. I was at Smolenko, at Boridono; I was at Moscow. and even beyond it. During the retreat, I shared in all the Bangers of the arskattaok of tho Coesecks. Under the fire of the enemy, I passed the Bereeina open able& of lee. Before Wiles, on the 16th of November, I recived seven lance wounds, and fainted in the arms of my husband, who was also wounded. Un ' , der cover of night we dragged ourselves to the ramparts, and entered the town through' a sewer. When we came to Glogan. my husband sank under his wounds. Prince Eugene, with his own ears, beard my cries of despair. Remembering the care I took of the 287 wounded at Raab, he had the goodness to send his aid-de-camp to ms , with the assurance that he would always, take care of me; but, frightened by my mis fortunes, alone and plunged'into sorrow, I' only demanded to be carried to Straelnrrg; where I quitted the soldier's habit, sban-r doning in my precipitation three monthlies pay. Returned home, I brought nothing but premature old age. I dare assert'erith the pride of a soldier, that I am a wreck of the great army, and by virtue of this title. I hope. Prince, to share in year accustomed, liberality.
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