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The sun had not yet attained its meridi
an height above the bare and rugged moun
tain of Zacatecas, when a man in the
garb of a Mexican miner descended slowly
down a narrow and tortuous path which
Wound along the side of a deep-declivity.
At length he reached a spot where a small
platform or shelf, jutting from the moun
tain slope, and covered with vegetation,
seemed to invite him to rest. It appeared,
indeed, that he had intended to stop at this
spot," for he turned aside at once and seated
himself on the green sward beside a foun
tain which here gushed from the over
hanging sleep, and created by its moistnre
the verdure that surrounded it. Directly
over this spring, a largo tree, a species of
mountain ash, sent its thousand roots into
the crevices of the rock, and shaded with
its spreading branches the gushing fount
and the green turf heneuth. The miner'
first act was to take a long druught of the
refreshing wave, and then he proceeded to
bathe his face and hands in the running
water. When the eartU-stains which cov
ered his visage were washed away, he ap
peared a young Creole of some twenty-two
or three years, with a bright black eye,
long straight hair, dark complexion, with
a frank, gay, fearless expretsion of counte
nance. He wore a coarse jacket and loose
trousers of some brown woolen stuff, bound
at the waist by a leathern girdle, in which
Was thrust the never-failing knife. He
sat for a time, whistling carelessly, with
his eyes fixed on the descending path.
1 Presently a wide covered basket became
Visible in this direction, with a small hand
grasping it on one side. Then a pretty face
with a pair of sparkling black eyes, and
two small ruddy lips parted in a smile of
pleasure and surprise, came into view,
''hen followed the erect and shapely figure
to which the pfetfy fuce belonged, gaily ot
tired, as became a miner's wife, in a gorge
ous petticoat, whereof the upper part was
of a bright yellow, and the lowerrf a flam
ing scarlet; an equally brilliant reboso or
cotton shawl, of many variegated hues,
was thrown over the shoulders, and the
mall feet were daintily encased in sky-blue
satin shoes.
1 "Enhobabcena in good time, Marga
rita," said the miner, showing his white
teeth. 'I am here before you."
. Yes, in good truth," replied the young
woman, laughing ; "and I was afraid all
the time that I might be too early, and the
tortillas and frijoles would get cold. But
riow they will be a dinner fit for a governor.'
' With these words she quickly deposited
hor burden on the ground, and removed the
covers, first from the basket, and then from
the earthenware dishes which it contained.
There was a plate of tortillas, or thin pan
cake of maize, a bowl of stewed frijoles
(a kind of small black beans), and another
bowl containing a fiery sauce made of red
pepper and tomatoes. - This was the miner's
simple dinner. , Tearing off a piece of one
of the tortillas, he twisted it with his fing
era into a tort of scoop (called in Mexico
Montezuma's spoon), and taking up in this
a mouthful of the beans, he dipped it into
the burning sauce, and swallowed it, spoon
and til. "
-How is it (hat you are so early to-day,
Marieutilo J" asked the female who watch
ed him with an affectionate smile while he
ws thus satisfactorily engaged. ! . .-
Because my little heajt," replied the
young man, ''there is to be another blast
to-dty ! and the admlnistrador wishes to
have it fired while the men are at dinner."
. 'The' smile instantly disappeared from
Margarita's face.
'"Santa Maria i" she exclaimed, "another
blast T ' Oh', Manuel, how long do you mean
to-'con'iiiue in this dreadful duty 1"
i.f '.Until I can find a better, my life," re
plied the miner, gaily. "Would you have
rut go. back to my old employment of bar
rpterb-rof simple miner at six dollars
week, when here, as pegador, as the sole
and trusted matchligbter, I am earning six
(AI" returned Margarita, "of what
use will the money be, if it happen to you
as to Pedro Bravo, qjsly three months agol
Ah, l think I see the mangled body, as it
was carried by our cottage, with poor In
sita crying over it. And then, there is
Juap,Valde stone-blind now for five years
And old Anton, a cripple from his youth,
Of what advantage was their high wtgs
Wtberar "
-tfonei, s'weetheart," Replied Manuel,
"because what they won by boldness end
& Heelilj Journal, JctofeV to mtrican. Jntcrtsis, itcvaiurr, f ricncc, ano
skill they lost by carelessness. If a man
will persist in firing matches when his. brain
is muddied with sguardicnte, he must ex
pect to suffer for it. However, I shall not
bo a pegador always. In good time, if it
please San Francisco, I shall be captain of
a.mme. And who knows but one of these
days I may be an adpiiniatrador an over
seer, and a rich man, as well as others 1"
"To be sure," replied Margarita, eager
ly. "Why not as well as Miguel Gomez 1
Don Miguel, forsooth, as he may be called
now ! . And yet I remember him when he
was only a poor buscoh, a common mine
hunter, and always in debt to my father for
aguardiente and tobacco. Yet because he
happened to light on a good vein, and sold
it to the English company for ten thousand
dollars, and was made overseer, he thinks
himself now a great gentleman, and that
every body must give Nay to him."
'Poor Don Miguel !" said the miner,
lanhinr. "Vou are too hard uon our
odmin'mtrador, Margarita. First you re
fuse his hand and heart, not to speak of his
dollars ; and then you abuse him behind his
"Ah!" said Margarita, hastily, "if you
knew," and then she stopped suddenly,
as if she had said more than she intended
"Whut is there that you know, my little
wife, that I do not 1" asked Manual, look
ing up in surprise.
"It was something that happened before
our marriage," said Margarita fc seriously.
"I promised then to conceal it ; but I have
often been troubled since with the thought
of my promise. If I sin in breaking it
now, I will beg Padre Isidro to absolve me,
for I know thera should bo no, ooroti be
tween us two. It was Anita, the wife of
Juan Pedro za, the poor drunken cargador,
who told me what she heard from her hus
band. When you and Miguel Gomez were
quarrelling for love of me," continued the
young woman, with naive gravity, "Juan
said that Miguel promised him the place
of captain of the gulera, with twenty dol
lars a week, if he would commit a dreadful
crime. It was to follow you when coming
down the mountain, and push you off the
precipice at the Kinconadn, so that you
might seem to have fallen by accident.
Juan would not be guilty of such a horrible
act for the world, but he was so afraid of
the overseer that he dared not speak of it
to any one but his wife. I did not know it
till after wo were married, and then I would
not tell you because it could do no good ;
for Gomez knows now that if I were free
to-morrow I would rather jump off the Rin
conada myself than take him with all his
"The villain !" said Manuel, whilo his
eyes sparkled and his hand clutched instinc
tively at his knife. "It was well for him.
Margarita, that you did not tell me this a
year ago. But perhaps lie has repented of
it since ; he has been very good-natured to
me of late. However, I think his time is
up. The English director, Don Jayme,
enrne this morning from Mexico, and seems
very much dissatisfied with the working of
the mine. It is whispered among the men
that the overseer is certain to lose his
"Ah, that is good news indeed!" said
Margarita, clasping her hands.
"And so this was the reason," added
Manuel, gaily, "why you preferred a poor
barretero, with only his Miner's pick and
his dollar a day, to the richadministradorl"
"Of what good is money," returned Mar
garita, earnestly, ."without happiness!"
Riches fly away, but the good heart re
mains." , , : ,
"That is as true as though Padre Isidro
had said it," r joined Manuel, as he rose
hastily from his seat on the turf; "but
time flies too, my dear little preacher, and
they will be waiting for me at the mine."
The young couple separated with many
affectionate injunctions on the part of the
wife, to which the miner laughingly prom
ised'a punctual attention. 'Margarita, as
she replaced the basket on her head, heard
the clear, manly voice of her husband, far
above her, singing the refrain of a ballad
once very popular among the miners of Za
catecas, which described the good fortune
of a poor adventurer in that town in former
days : '.
61 lan minas de San Bernabe
No dieroiHan buena ley,
'' ;' " No caxnrin Juan Burra
Bon la hija del viny. ,
Which may be rendered : , .
If Saint Bsynnha'ft mine
: ' ' Hud not yielded on ho fine, .
Juhii Barra t:e'cr had w-dded '
A maiden of ihe viceroy' line.,
Manuel's song ceased when he reached
the Rinconada, a sharp angle in the path,
beside which the precipice sank plump
down, a sheer dement of more ban five
hundred feet. The recollection of what
his wife had just told him edit a cold shud
der through his frame, and he had not re
covered his usual gaiety when he reached
the mouth of the shaft. Here, in the ga
lera, or, great shed surrounding the pit, he
found the English director, Don Jayme,
the overseer, Miguel Gomez, and several
clerks, miners, porters, and mule-drivers.
Don Jayme seemed to be in a bad humor,
and the overseer looked black and sullen.
"In good time, my man," said the direc
tor. "We are all ready for you ; and now
let every one here be attentive to his du
ties. There has been too much careless
ness heretofore, particularly in the bl listing.
Many complaints have been made among
the townspeople and proprietors, of the Oc
cidents which occur here. You, I am told
are a very skillful and quick-witted work
man," he continued, addressing Manuel.
"It is well that we have some on whom
we can rely."
Gomez listened to this significant speech
without venturing to reply, but his swarthy
face grew livid, and his eyes flashed with
a baleful fire. Two horses, especially train
ed to the duty, were now attached to the
malacate, a machine by which the buckets
were raised and lowered in Iheshafl. Man
uel then placed upon his head a conical hat,
having a socket on the top, which held a
lighted candle. He took .in one hand a
small rope, of which the other end was
held by the oversoer,and by shaking which
the matchlightcr was to give the signal
when he was ready to ascend. On the
promptitude with which his ascent took
place depended, of course, his safety from
the effects of the explosion. Manuel now
stepped iiitojtheucketjjvhich was slowly
lowered down the'shaft" a distance of about
a hundred yards. Two arreadores, or dri
vers, held the horses' heads, and waited in
anxious silence for the signal from Gomez.
All was still as death in the gal era.
"Let go!" shouted the overseer.
The drivers loosedthe heads of the hor
ses, and the well-trained animals dashed
off at once, and circled the malacate at full
speed. In a minute the bucket rose to
view empty !
"Back! Down with it!" Forlifo! for
life ! exclaimed the director, stamping with
impatience and angor. "Oh, what idiotcy,
what iusunity, is this!"
The men hastened to obey his order, but
before the bucket had descended a dozen
yards, the roar of the explosion emote upon
their ears, and a cloud of smoke and du6t
was driven violently up the shaft and filled
the galera. When it cl arcd away, the
fanes of all present were seen to be pale
with horror.
"You villain !" cried the director to Go
mez ; "what is the meaning of this !"
"Upon my life as I am a Christian
the rope shook in my hands," replied Go
mez, whosft teeth chattered, and whose
whole frame seemed to tremble with ner
vous agitation, while his eyes carefully
avoided those of the director.
Uhe latter did not waste another word
upon him but seizing a shovel he sprang in
to the bucket, along with two of the mi
ners, and was quickly lowered down the
shaft. Hern they set about removing as
rapidly and carefully as possible, the pile
of earth and stones with which the ex
plosion had filled the bqtlnni of the thaft,
not doubting that they should find the man
gled remains of the poor match! ignter be
neath them.
While they are thus engaged in a fruit
less search, let us follow the actual course
of Manuel's proceedings. He had just light
ed the matches, and was on the point of
stepping into the basket, when it was sud
denly drawn up. A conviction of the over
seer's petfidity instantly flashed upon him,
and with it a sense of the horror of his po
sition. But Manuel was, as the director
hud said, a quick-witted fellow He knew
that the workmen employed in the shaft
had, a few days before, come upon a small
side cut, or passage, barely large enough
to admit Ihe body of a man, and that, on
tracing it to its termination, it was found
to load to an immense chamber in the old
mine of 8an Adrian. This famous mine,
as is well known, was worked shortly after
the conquest of Mexico, and, having yield
ed immense wealth to its proprietors, was
abandoned about the end of the sixteenth
century-; on account of the difficulty expe
rienced in its drainage. The workmen
who had explored the passage had reported
that the chamber was nearly full of water,
and was so large that the light of their
candlt s did not penetrate to the further ex.
tremity. The recollection of this discov
ery now occurred to Manuel's mind, and
seemed to offer him a chance to escape.
Looking eagerly around, he, obsorved the
opening about three feet above his' hoad,
and gaining it by a desperalrVringjh
drew himself up by the hands and plunged
into the passage. Urged by the dread of
the coming explosion, he rushed eagerly
onward, and just as the roar of the blast
filled his ears, he fell headlong forward in
to a sheet of water, which spread about
three feet below the extremity of the pass
age. He sank beneath the surface, and
when he rose, confused and breathless, it
was to find himself floating in utter dark
ness, without the slightest idea of the
point by which he had entered, and with
hardly a chance of discovering the open
ing, which lay so high above the water.
A more horrible situation can hardly be
conceived. Still, even in this extremity,
hope did not desert him. After some re
flection, he fixed upon the direction in
which he judged the passage to lie, and
swam carefully towards it. He was soon
convinced, by the space passed over, that
he was mistaken in his judgement; but
considering it better to keep on until he
found the wall than to waste hisQ strength
in swimming about at random, he proceed
ed steadily forward for a distance, as he
judged, of nearly two hundred yards. At
length he encountered the wall, which rose
perpendicularly far above his head, as he
found by the splash of the water which he
threw ngainst it. Coasting along it, and
occasionally touching it with one hand, he
advanced for about a hundred yards further,
by which time his limbs were becoming
stiff and benumbed in the ice-cold water,
and his heart had almost failed him. But
he was not destined to perish thus. He
suddenly came upon a passage, the opening
of which was a little lower than the sur
face of the water. It was evident from
this fact, a el1aS frortrtfjej jgfceof t!nrr'i'H-t, senor, far- -charity whr 4-my
passage, that it could not be thatoy which
he had entered. However, it offered him
at least a respite from death, and he prompt
ly availed himself of it. After sitting mo
tionless for a time to recover from the ex
haustation of his recent efforts, he rose,
and proceeded to explore the pnssage. It
proved to bo a sort of vaulted chamber,
about his own height, and just wide enough
for him to touch its sides with his out
stretched hands. A soul-cheering idea sud
denly flashed upon his mind. There was
a tradition of an ancient adit which had
been driven at vast expense through the
mountain, to effect the drainago of the old
mine of San Adrian. When the mine was
abandoned, the adit, of course, was' no
longer attended to ; its external opening
became closed up, and, in the space of more
than two hundred years which had passed,
its precise locality indeed, everything but
the mere fact of its existence was forgot
ten. Manuel well remembered to have one
day heard Don Jayme say to a Mexican
gentleman, who accompanied him on a for
mer, visit to the mine, that he should con
sider the discovery of the old adit an ines
timable service, as it would, probably, save
the company an immense expense for drain
age in their new works.
JThe further the miner advanced the more
assured he became of the truth of his sup
position.' The adit as from its situation
must be of great length ; and Manuel
walked, as he supposed, nearly five hun
dred yards before reaching the extremity.
The water all the way was just up to his
ankles, and he thought he could perceive
at times that it had a slight current in the
direction in which he was going. The
pabsage was closed, as he had anticipated,
by a solid mass of earth and stones, which
he at once set about removing. Making
good use of his long knife, he worked in
defutigahly for more than an hour. At last
he struck the rootsof a tree, a circumstance
which assured him that he was approach
ing the surface. The conviction gave him
renewed strength, lie cut with his knife,
and dug with his torn and bleeding hands,
until, at length, a lucky push loosened a
large stone- which was enclosed between
two 6f thi roots of the tree. It fell for
ward, and the bright rays of heaven pour
ed in upon his dazzled and enchanted vision.
He felt' a thrill of delight, such as one en
tombed. before his time might experiep.ee
when the doors of his sepulchre .flew out
ward, and gave him back once more to
warmth a..d light. With a little addition
al labor he enlarged the aperture, .until he
was able to force himself through it. ' But
what was his astonishment when at length
he stood under the open sky, to find that he
was in the exact spot in which he had ta
ken his noontide meal only a few hours be
fore! A moment's consideration cleared up the
mystery, , The fountain was not a natural
spring, but simply the place of exit for the
waters which slowly accumulated in the
mine, and percolated through the mats of
rocks, earth and vegetation, that closed
the entrance of the adit. ' So exact how-
DEC. , 12. 355.
ever, was its resemblance to an ordinary
mountain spring, that this was, no doubt,
the main cause of the locality of the old
adit having fallen into oblivion ; since no
body, of course, dreamed of looking for it
in the vicinity of a fountain. It was clear
to tlio young miner that he had made a dis
covery of vast importance to the company.
With this thought in his mind, and eager
to inform his friends of his wonderful es
cape, he sat out at once up the mountain.
He was fated however, not to reoch the
galera without encountering yet another
very remarkable adventure. But before
describirg this, it will be necessary to re
late briefly the events that had occurred at
the shaft during the time he had spent in
the mine. Don Jayme, after laboring for
nearly an hour in his useless search, and
being excessively puzzled by the disappear
ance of the body, which he could in no
plausible way account for, had left the task
for further examination to the miners, and
ascended the shaft in great perplexity.
Presently a new cause of distress and anx
iety came to disturb him. The news of
the dreadful accident, as it was considered,
had spread to the village of San Adrian,
and reached at last poor Margarita. Hur
rying in a phrenzy of agonized excitement
up the mountain, she suddenly presented
herself before the conductor, as he walked
up and down the galera, with his hands
behind him, in the true English style of
moody meditation.
"Where is my husband my Manuell"
she exclaimed, in a peremptory tone. "I
know he ia here with you. It is all a joke
to frighten me. What have 1 done that
you should wish to torment me in this wayl
husband V
"Would to God that it were a joke, my
dear young woman," replied the director.
"It is unhappily too true."
Margarita, notwithstanding the agitation
of her mind, saw that he spoke in earnest.
Her thoughts immediately took another
"Dead ! dead !" she exclaimed ; "and
how did he diet Who has killed liiml It
never was his own fault. No, my Manuel
was not a drunkard. My Manual was not
reckless. If he died, it was not byhis
own hand. Show me the murderer, that I
may call for vengeance on him."
"My poor child," replied the director,
"there is no murderer. There was careless
ness, but no crime."
"Never toll me that, Don Jayme," re
plied the excited woman, all her Creole
blood flushing in her cheek and sparkling in
hereyes. "My Manual was no sot, no mad
man, to throw away his life like Pedro Bra
vo. If he is dead, 1 accuse Miguel Gomoz
of his murder. There stands thtvillain
look in his face and judge. It was only a
year ago, a little while beforo Manuel and
I were married, that he'offered the cargador
Pedrasa the post of captain of the gallery
if he would come behind Manuel and push
him off the Rinconada. Answer me, Juan
Padrazo, before the great God who sees and
hears us, is it not true 1"
Juan Pedraza, a miserable-looking man,
with a face haggard from the effects of ha
bitual intoxication, hung down his head,
and made no reply. A gloomy silence en
sued, which was at length broken by Don
Jayme, who said 1
"Gomez, this affair begins to look seri
ous for you. I am not your judge, but it is
my duty to see that the mattor , undergoes
strict investigation. Perez, and you, Fran
cisco, I give the accused into your charge.
See that he does not escape, and bring him
before the ' alcaldo t to-morrow morning,
when all now present will attend the ex
amination." H - '
The nervous anxiety which had been de
picted on the countenance of 'the overseer
ever since the explosion, now suddenly
gave way to an expression of ferocious de
term i nation -f - ... ; 1. . 7
"Stand off!" he exclaimed, drawing his
knife; "back, for your lives II am inno
cent of Manuel's death ; hut L will not stay
to have my life sworn away by heretic
Jews.spjtofuJ women, and drunken villains.
Out of the. way, Perez! Follow me at
your peril."
With these words he darted out of the
galera, and fled down the mountain at a
pace which defied pursuit.
At this moment Manuel.wliose strength
had been nearly exhausted by his labors
in the mine, was painfully ascending the
difficult path. He had nearly reached the
Rinconado, and had paused for an instant
to take breath, when a man suddenly
turned the corner before him with full speed
it was Miguel Gomes. ' He held in one
hand a drawn knife, and looked backward
-over his shoulder,' bp if expecting to br
(Dfncntl fnttlltpcf.
pursued. But when, on turning his head,
he beheld directly before him the figure
of his victim, standing motionless, with
pallid face and bloody handstand eyes
steadily fixed npon him, he recoiled with
a cry of horror and affright. Whelher.it
was a mere accident from the dizziness of
the sudden shock, or whether it' was an
access of suicidal frenzy, can never be
known 5 but the unhappy wretch disap-.
pearcd from the sight of ihe'horror-elrick-
en beholder, one last scream of despair
ascending as the criminal shot downward
to his frightful and inevitable doom,
Manuel, overcome by a sickening weak
ness, leaned against the steep side of the
mountain ,snd wiped away the coldpergpi
raiion which gathered visible on his brow.
Whi le standing there, voices reached him
and in a moment, Margarita, the director,
and a party of the miners appeared. His
wife sprang into his arms crying, "ah !
I knew it was but a joke to frighten your
poorliltle Margarita" but the reel for a
moment shrank back affrighted, thinking
it must surely be the dead they beheld.
Soon, however, they surrounded him,
and poured out their congratulations upon
his marvel lou8 escape.
I need only add to the foregoing narra
tive that Don Manuel Campos, theT.pres
ent resident manager of the new mine of
San Adrian, will receive with great hos
pitality, at his house' in Zacatecas, any
English traveler that may pass through
that city, and will, jf desired, relate al'
the particulars of the remarkable accident
lb "which he was mainly indebted for his
rise in the world. Dona Margaiila, his
very lady like wife, will confirm the ac
count by her testimony, and by the ad
ditional token cf a long haired, black
eyed urchin, some five or six years old,
bearing the identical name of Adriano, in
commemoration of the event which hap
pened shortly before his birth ; so that
the essential truth of the elory may be
considered as established beyond the pos
sibility of doubt.
The Wife's Eevenge.
Tuts villa, originally in posces'ion'of
the Medici family and subsequently of
the Strozzi's, was afterwards purchased
by Count Juliano, one of the must distin
guished of the Florentine nobility. With
every personal advantage youth, high
station and immense wealth he was mar
ried to one his equal in every respeet, and
might thus have seemed an exception to
the lot of humanity his life realizing, as
it were, every possible element of happi
ness. Still he was not happy. Amid
all the voluptuous enjoyments of life pas
sed in successive pleasures, the clouded
brow and drooping eye told that some
secret sorrow preyed upon him, and that
his gay doublet, in all its bravery, cover
ed a 8 ad and sorrow heart. His depres
sion was generally attributed to the fact
that, although now martied three years,
no child had been to their union, or any
likelihood that he should leave an heir to
his great name and fortune. . Not even
to his neatest friends, however, did any
confession admit this cause of sorrow ;
nor to the countess, when herself lament
ing over her childless lot, did ho seem to
show any participation in the grief.
The love of solitude, the desire to es
cape from all society, and pass hours, al
most days, alone in a tower, the only ad
mittance to which was by a etair from
his own chamber, had now grown upon
him to that extent, that his absence was
regarded as a common occurrence by the
guests of the cast'e, nor even excited a
passing notice from any one. If others
ceased to speculate on the count's sorrow,
and the daily aversion he exhibited to
mixing with the world, the countess grew
more and more eager to discover the
source. All her blandishments to win
his secret from him were, however, in
vain. Vague answers, evasive replies, or
direct refusals to be interrogated, were all
that she met with, and the subject, was at
length abandoned at least, by these
means. ' ' '
Accident, however, disclosed what till
her artifice had failed'in. The key of the
secret passage to the tower,' and which
the count never entrusted to any one,-fell
from 'his pocket one day, when riding
from the door. The countess eagerly
seized it, and guessing at once to what ft
belonged, hastened to the count's cham
ber. ' ,
The surmise was soon found to be tor
reel. In a few moments she had entered
he winding stairs, passing up which, ehe
reached a small, octagon chamber at the
summit of the tower. Scarcely had her
eager eyes been thrown around the room.
when they fell upon a little bed, almost
concealed beneath a heavy canopy of silk.
georgeously cmbroided with the count 6
armorial bearings. Drawing rudely aside
the hangings, she beheld the sleeping fig
ure of a little boy, who. even in his infan
tine features, recalled the handsome traits
of her husband's face. The child itart.
ed and awoke with the none, and look-"
ing wildly up, cried ont, Papa,' 'Mama.'
Almost immediately, however, discover
ing his error, he searched with anxious
eyes around the chamber fur those he wa
wont to see beside him. - :
W ho arc you V said the countess, lit a
voice that trembled with the most terrible
conflict of terror and jealousy, excited to,
the verge of madness. 'Who are you !
'II Conte Juliano,' said" the child, hau
ghtily, and showing at the same time a
little medallion of gold embroided on his
coat, and displaying the family arms of.
the Julianos.
'Come with me, then, and see yottr 1
father's ci'stle,' said the countess ; and
she led him down the steps of the steep;
stairs into her husband's chamber.
It was the custom of the period, that
the lady, no matter how exalted her rank,
should with her own hands arrange the
linen which composed her husband's toil
et, and this service was never permitted '
to be discharged by any less exalted mem
ber of the household. When the count
returned toward nightfall, he hastened to '
his room an invitation, or rather com-1
mand, to dine at the court that day, com
polled him to dress with'all speed. He-,
asked for the countess as he passed up the ;
stairs, but paid no attention to the reply ; '
for as he entered his chamber, he found
she had already performed the accustom
cd office, and that the silver basket, with ;
its snow-white contents, lay ready to his '
hand. With eager haste he proceeded to '
dress, and took up the embroidered shirt '
before him, when, horror of horrors! there
lay beneath it the head of his child,""sev- ,
ered from the body, still warm and bleed-1
ing the dark eyes glaring at if with ,
half-extinguished life, the lips parted tf ,
if yet breathing! One cry of shrill and
shrieking madness was heard through .
every vaulted chamber of that vast castle. 1
The echoes were still ringing with, it as
the madened father tore wildly from cham-"
ber to chamber, in search of the murder-'4
ess. She had quitted the castle on horse- '
back two hours before. Mounting his
swiftest horse, he followed her from cas- ,
lie to castle. The dreadful chase eonlin-.
tied through tlie night and the next day. ...
A few hours of terrible slumber refreshed .
him again to pursue her. And thus he "?
wandered over theAppenlnes and . the -vast
plain 'beyond them, days, . wteks, '
months long, till in a wild conflict of his '
baffled vengence and insanity; he died J-'
one was never nearu 01 more 1
Mr. Brown, why do you wear ihal -r
bad hat I' 'Because Mrs. Brown row '.
she will not go out of the house with .me
until 1 gel a new one,' . ' , f.
Patrick, when will water stop running '
down hill r J , " ''
, When it get to the bottom, sure, you
spalpeen.' " ' ' " " ; " ' '
" To' Shake orr Trouble. Set , about ,
doing good for somebody; put on your,
hat, and, visit the poor y inquire, into their
wants. and administer unto them; eeek .
out the desolate and oppressed, and tell 1
thsm of the consolations of religion, -I
havo tried this, and found it the best med- 1
icine for heavy heart. ";v ; "'li'"J
TauuNo.The rules to form young
man are, to talk little, to hear much, to :
reflect alone upon what bai passed ia t
company, to distrnst one's own opinion!, "
and alue othetsthst dis.rvo it. - "i
. Tie first intercourse tetweca Eurcps-" i
ans and the Japanese took placo ia the)
year 18,; - -'Jj '' V

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