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The matter of yearly atlTertbemtntsenanged quarterly free of charge. For furtharparticu Urs, addre'M Jxo. P. Biikztt Jr Co., Publishers, VOL. 1. HAHTFOBD, OHIO COUNTY, KY FEBRUARY 10, 1875. IsTO. 6. SUBSCRIPTION HATES- SUD NILEXTIO. BY VABT I BITTIB. Dash! the night is calm and quiet, And the crescent moon hangs low; Silence deep and wide hath power, And the south wind wanders slow, , Through the casement where the curtain Faintly rustles to and fro. Like a spirit softly sighing, Flits it all the chambers round, Where tbYdim lamp, fading, dying, Just dispels the gloom profound, Bangs above two happy dreamers,- By lore's perfect promise crown'd. Eren through the gates of slumber, To the shadow land of rest, He still clasps his lore songht-trcasure Closely, closely to his breast, With'the ardor of a passion Long denied and long repressed. - - With his lips stillrarm with kisses, ""Close 'and clinging as his own, Sighing still, in happy dreaming, For the joy his heart has known Sweetly, peacefully he slumber! In the arms about him thrown. And she gazes at him thinking, Not of all her dreary years Only of this isle of glory, Keaehed with many doubts and fears, Over love's frail bridge of rainbows, Fading in a mist of tears. Then she nestles still more closely To the heart so kind and dear, Whispering, "lore me, love me, darling, All my hope and rest is here. And without thee, earth is nothing Bat a desert cold and drear. "Ob, that every night my slumbers Slight be so supremely blest, Bounded by tby dear embraces, Kissed from passion into rest; I would ask no better heayen, Sheltered thus and thus caressed." Fan them gently, odorous south wind, And be gone on pinions fleet, Nothing in thy nightly journey. Shall thy wandering vision greet, Half as perfect in fulfillment, Satisfying and complete. MARIA SAX0NBURY. BY MRS. HENRY WOOD. -AUTHOR OF "EAST LTSSE." "VEBKER'S PEIDE,' "THE MTSTEoY," "THE EAEL HEIKS," "iue ciiAXSiNCa, "a life's SECEtT," ic, Ac. CHAPTER X. Concluded. Mr. Janson departed. Mrs. Ybrkc re mained in the boy's chamber,.but quilted it for her own at the iii-ual hour for retir ing. Before elie had begun to undress, lier husband followed hereto the room, lacked the door, and putthe key in his pocket. Maria was surprit-cd: they never telept with the door locked. Why have you done that!" she" asked. "Because I choose to do it. You can't tail out of the room now, with your tragedy air, and refuse to hear me. Now, Mrs. Yorke, who concocted this moon light walk to-r.igkt? How far did your love-making go in it? 1 will knowl" Mrs. Yorke did glance at the door, for it had become a custom with her to leave lier husband to himself when the dark, jealous mood was on him, but she knew that she glanced in vain. She was caged. "I will not bear it,"' she said bursting into tears, "why do you treat me so? If this is to continue, I will summon Lady Saxonbury here, and have a sepa ration arranged. I have been to you a true and faithful wife; you know I have: what mania has come upon you that you should level these reproaches at me?' "You have: I give you credit for it. I never doubted you until we came here, and you renewed your intimacy and friendship with your old lover. "He was no lover of mine," she replied, -disdaining not to use evasion in such a case, "Were you not both belore me in those old days, you and be, and 1 cnose you. Which was the most favored?" "Janson," coolly repeated Mr. Yorke. "lie was not. You speak in the face of facts, Arthur. 1 married you. ' "Loving him. But I was rich, and he was poor. Do you remember your last parting with him, the evening he returned from that absurd voyage, where I wish he bad been wreckedr 'What parting?" rejoined Maria; but tier cheeks burned and lier voice faltered. "what parting! Snail I repeat it, though you know every word better than .17 Ay, you do! When you told him. with tears, and wails a sobs, that you were miserable, for you had bound yourself to marry me, and you loved mm when yon lay passively in his arms, and welcomed his embrace, with a welcome you had never given to mine! I speak of that parting. I witnessed it. Maria breathed hurriedly. She could not EDcak. "You did not deceive me, Maria, though you thought you did, for I buried my injuries within me. Had 1 not loved you so passionately, I should have left you to him: and I knew that you pro nounced yonr marriage vowe to me with Janson a kisses not cold upon your lips. She raised her head as if to speak but no words came. "It was not a pleasant knowledge for me, your bridegroom; but I never visited it upon you. You arc aware I never did Maria; my love for you was too great have loved you," his tone changing to softness, "with a love passing that- of man. I was forbearing, and never visit ed it upon you, saye by deeper and deeper tenderness: I forced myself to tbink of it as piece of girlish tolly, and 1 was begin ing to forget: I had nearly forgtten it, Maria, when we came here." "And so had I forgotten it.'' she spok up, abruptly; "forgotten Janson, and all connected with him. I live but for my children, foryou, for my own natural ties and interests, and I never shall live for anything else. Janson! what is he to me now? For shame, Mr. Yorke! I am an jngusn gentlewoman your wile and your children s mother. iiTIT ... ue nave ocen here a month more. xota aay, :rom tne nrst alternoon we came, but he has been here, in your eo- ticiy. oumeumes twice a aay. Could I help that? Circumstances have compelled it. The child cannot be left without medical attendance. You are lrequently at home when Mr. .Innmn comes, and you know that his visits are limited to the child. He rarclv ncsns. the offer of sitting down with us even for a mmuie, wnemeryou are here, or wbctb er you are away. "And this night! for you to have walked home with him in the moonlight, resting on his arm; you and "he, of all people in the'worldl And I following on your step's later.picturing what that walk had beep to vou both, in my jealous torment! Maria, I was mad this night as I came along, if pvpr man-wnpr and Janson mavlie thank ful that I did not meet him, for I raighf have sprung upon hira in my anger. "For shame Arthur! again I say it," she reiterated, indignation rendering her speech firm. "I have never forgotten, by word or look, my own self-respect, since this our meeting with Mr. Janson. Neither has he. I have been to him as vour wife, as my children's mother, secure id my position; and he has been to me as. . t f -. i . i TV to you, tne piain lamiiy auenuauu, ,uo you doubt me still? Will youAave me swear to itT 4 " Arthur, Arthur! I think you are mad. Let us leave" this place if your, mania is" to continue, and go where we can get other medical advice;" Was Mr. Yorke mad? He was certain ly unhinged. He fell intoa 6tprm of sobs and tears, and clasping his wife to him, reiterated how passionately he-loved her. Maria grew alarmed. She had never seen him like this. Resentment for his groundless suspicion would have prompted her to turn scornfully from him: but she did not dare. She only repeated, in as conciliatory a tone as she could bring her angry mind to allow, that she bad no un worthy thought connected with Mr. Jan son. And she spoke trntn. He seemed to believe her. He did be lieve her. A better spirit came over him; and in the morning, when Mr. Janson Daid his visit to the child. Mr. Yorke spoke cordially to to him, and offered him his band, a mark of favor he had never condescended to vouchsafe before. But who can put away at will tne pangs of jealousy? There is not an earth ly passion that is less under control. As the days went on, it returned in full force to the unhappy Mr. Yorke, throw ing its own jaundice over his sight and hearing The mpst innocent movement of his wife or Mr. Janson, wore to him but one interpretation; the common courtesy of hand-shaking would excite him almost past repression. He said no'lung more to his wile: he wat6hed; and though he saw no tangible thing thateven jealousy could take hold of, he grew only the mere convinced that they were play ing a part to deceive and blind him. If you "ever felt the absurd passion of jeal ousy in its extreme force, you will under stand and recognize Mr. Yorke's self-tor ments, lhey really did border ou insan- CHAPTER XI. LOST IN Till! FOO. The child grew better: he was getting well; and Mr. .Janeuti'a vlslta were now Daid but occasionally'. At lensth the day came that he took his leave. His task was done, he good-humoredly observed, for Master Leo was upon his legs again. Mrs. Yorke mentioned this to her lius band in the evening, as an indifferent top ic of conversation; glad, no doubt, for the sake of peace, to be able to do it. Lett for good, has her repeated Mr. Yorke. Yes. I requested bim to send in his accouut." This was on Monday. The next day, Tuesday, Mr. Yorke went out for a whole day's shooting, a thing he had not yet done. True, he had gone out shooting, several times since the season came in, ut only by fits and starts. Out for an hour or two, and back home again; out sain for another hour, and back again. Maria understood it all. and thoroughly despised him in her indignant heart. But on Tuesday he went out in the morning, and came home at night, just in time lor dinner. He was in good spirits, talked pleasantly with his wife and played with Leopold. Wednesday was spent in pre cisely the same way, and on Thursday he also went out with his gun as soon as breakfast was over. Un this day a Alias Hardisty, a relative of Mrs. Yorke s, ar rived on a visit: somewhat unexpectedly, for they had not looked for her for a day or two. A hard-featured maiden she, of some nve-and-forty years. The alternoon of Ihursday turned out wretchedly. It did not rain, but a dense foe. or sort of Scotch mist, overhung the atmosphere. Uttord could remember nom ine like it. iwiliaht set in, and Mrs. Yorke stirred her good fire into a roaring blaze, and wondered where her husband wag. Her euest, fatigued with her rail way journey, was in her chamber, lying down, and had requested not to be called until tea-time. Oh, here he is," cried Maria, as an indistinct form passed the window. "I wonder how many he has bagged? He will be surprised to hear that Olivia is come. w 'Mr. Janson, said a servant, opening the door. Mr. Janson entered. And as he took his seat, inquired after Leopold. "He remains quite well.'1 replied Mrs. Yorke". "I thoueht I understood vou. last Monday, that you should not come again to him, she added, feeling uncom fortable lest her husband should return home and find him there after bavins stated that his attendance bad ceased, "This is not a professional visit." said Mr. Janson. "I have been to see Lady Rich, and thought I would call in as I passed your house to say, 'How d've do?' and hear that Leopold continued all right. w uat a strange log it isr "Ihank you," answered Mrs. Yorke, in a rather constrained manner, ror when jealous suspicions, entirely unfound ed, are entertained by a husband, they must and do make the manners of the beet woman constrained and embarrassed, Mr. Janson drew his chair near to Mrs. Yorke s; not to be nearer her. but to en joy the genial blaze of the fire. Unfor tunately he had no idea of Mr. Yorke'i tears; lie only thought him an abrupt haughty, uncertain man, different from what he used to be. - when Maria Sax onbury became Mr. Yorke's wife. Mr. Janson had put her from his mind, as it was right to do. Mrs. Yorke rose to ring tne ben. "xou snail see .Leopold, ah said. "Not yet; let me speak a word to you, pray sit down again' said Mr. Janson interrupting her movement. "I want to consult some one, and I have as you must know a very high opinion of your discernment and good sense, so I wish to ask your advice. I shall value it more than that of any one else. You know Miss Maekell?" "Yes. I have seen much of her since we cameAere," replied Mrs. Yorke. "Do you think she would make a good wife?" "I think her a very am iable, nicegirl, quite lady. Yes? Iam sure she would. Who is going to marry her?" "I don't know yet whether any one is," hetanswered with a smile. "But peo ple tell me I must marry, or lose .my Eractice, for my patients say they will ave a family man to attend them, not a bachelor. So I have been looking round about meand begin to think "that Lucy Maskill'would be suitable.'' Mrs. Yorke laughed.' t "Oh, Mr. Jan sonl How cooly you speak! As'qoolly ob you might if you were only. going 'to take on anew surgeryboy. ".These af fairs should always be, cased round with romance."- t He shook his head. "Romance died out.for roe years agoJ-Eor one moment their eyes met; perhaps' unwittingly and then both looked determinedly at the fire again, "Hike Lucy Maskill much," hercsumcd; "so far as liking goes. AnoV I believe" a smile hovered on his lips "that she likes me." "Let it take place, then, Mr. Janson. And I earnestly hope you will be happy. Believe me, you both shall have my best prayers and wishes for it," was Mrs. Yorke's answer. She was pleased that Mr. Janson was going to be happy.at last, for she knew that she had once tried his heart severely. In the earnestness of her content, she put her hand into his, as she spoke put it as a single-hearted, honest woman would. And Mr. Janson clasped it, and leaned over towards hec and thanked her kindly. What dark shadow was that outside the window, with its face pressed against the pane? A face whose expression just then, was as the face of a demon, whose eyes glared, and whose teeth 'glistened. They saw it not; but as their hands met, and Mr. Janson leaned nearer to his com panion, a noise, half savage growl, half shriek of defiance, escaped it. They beard that "What is that sound?" exclaimed Mrs. Yorke, turning towards the window. Nothing was there then. "somebody in the road come to grief in the fog," suggested Mr. Janson. "Or night-bird, probably, bball 1 see Leo pold now?' Mrs. Yorke opened the room door and called to the child, who came running in. Then Mr. Janson left. "I hope I shall get home," said he jokingly. Maria kept Leopold with her, and tne time passed more swiftly than she thought. By-and-by, one of the servants came in to know if he should serve dinner. "Why, what time is it? 'inquired his mistress. "Ever so much past six, ma am. "I bad no idea it was so late." "It was striking five when Mr. Janson left,'' said the man. Mrs. Yorke chose to wait; but when it grew near seven, she ordered the dinner to be served, she thought her husband had stopped to dine with some sporting acquaintance, or had lost his way in' the log. scarcely bad she sat down to it when she heard him enter, and go straight up stairs; his step, as she fancied unusu ally quiet. "What can he want there without a candle?" ehe wondered. Perhaps he thinks he can wash his hands in the dark, and would not wait for one." "Maria." called out Mr. Yorke, his loud tones echoing through the house. She rose and went to the door, x es. "Bring me up a light, will you? Bring it yourself." "What fad now!" thought Mrs. Xorke. 'I take it up!" But she lighted a cham ber candle, and went upstairs with it, the servants, who were waiting at the table, wondering. Her husband was standing inside their bedroom door, which was all but closed: nothing to be seen of bim but his one hand stretched out for the light? "Where have you been so late? Did the fog cause you to miss your way?" He did not reply, only took the light from her. She pushed the door, wishing to enter, but it resisted her efforts, "Let me come in," she said; "I have some news lor you. Olivia Hardisty s come. Not a word of reply was vouchsaled to her. Only the door banged to in hei face. and the key of it .turned. 'lie is sulky again," thought Maria. "How fortunate be did not happen to come home while Mr. Janson was here! Make haste." she condescended to call out, as she retreated, "I have begun din ner. Mr. Yorke soon came down, dressed. A mark of attention given to Miss Har disty, Maria supposed; or, so late as that, he would scarcely have troubled to dress. He did not speak, and did not eat: but he drank freely. He seemed also to have been drinking previously. A failing he was not iiven to. I asked j on why you were so late, said Maria. You answered yourself, was the re. ply "That I lost my way. The fog was dense." Hie fog seems to have taken away your appetite; 'and to have made you Luncheon did both. Ihe meat was salt." "Where did you take luncheon?" "At Squire Hipgrave's." "Have you had good sport?" "Middling. Who can shoot in a fog?" "You have brought no birds home?" "I left them at Hipgrave's." "Pheasants, I suppose. "Yes I wish you would not keep up this running hre ol questions, Maria, My head aches." Mrs. Yorke ceased, and eat her dinner, As the cloth was being removed, her guest came in. Also Leopold. Mr. Yorke was compelled to exert himself little then, but he had partaken too freely of wine, and Mrs. Yorke was vexed.' for she believed it must be apparent to Miss Jiardisty. "How well Leopold looks, considering his long illness! remarked Miss liardis- "He is wonderful." said Mrs. Yorke, "You would not think, to see him now. that he had been bo very ill. "Papa," cried Leopold, "Mr. Janson says I am got well soon because I was good, and took the physic without cry ing. "Ah!" said Mr. Yorke; "when did say that?" "To-night, when he was here with mamma, and they called mu in." Mr. Yorke turned hi3 eve3 unon bis wife, fixedly steadily. "Was Janson here tofiTght?" "This alternoon, between four and five. It seemed like night, it was so dark." she answered, equably, but in spite of her self she cquld not prevent a vivid flush rising to her cheeks. "You told me he had given over com- "As be had. I remarked to him that uriderstood bim to say so, and be replied that he did not call to-day professionally but just dropped in as he was passing, to inquire how Leopold continued.' He told me a little bit ot news, too, about him self," added Maria to her husband, af fecting to apeak gaily. "I will repeat it to you by and by." Whep the child's bed time arrived, in tead of Finch cominz for him, it was Charlotte. x "Where's Finch?" -demanded Mrs. Yorke. "She's gone as far as the village, ma am. sue wanted to buy some ribbons at the shop." "Why did she choose such a nicht as this?" returned Mr Yorke. "How stupid she must be! she will lose her way." she took a lantern, ma in, answered Charlotte, "she said she did not care for fogs. She wont be, Jong." Charlotte went off with Leopold, and Miss Hardisty smiled. "Servants are sadly wanting in common sense, many of them." I suPDOse Finch had nreviouslv fixed on to-night to go out, and of course she could not bear to disappoint herself, but must go, tog or no log. its just like them." Mr. Yorke lay back in his easy-chair, and seemed to sleep. His wife apologized to Miss Hardisty, saying that he bad had bard morning s shooting, and seemed done up." About nine o'clock Finch came burst ing into the room her things on, just as she had entered the house. She was pant ing for breath. O ma'am, I don't know how I've got got home, what with the fog, and what with the fright! There has been such an awful murder!" 'Where?" asked Mrs. Yorke. . Close on the other, side the village. Some thieves set upon a farmer's son riding home from market, and shot him, and pulled him off his horse, and beat him about the head till he died, and then ri lled his pockets of bis watch, and money. and then left him in a pool of blood," vc- emently reiterated finch, all in a breath. lie was found about bve o clock.-and the village has been up in arms ever since. Everybody's out of their houses." Mr. I once sai ooiiuprigui in niscnair. His eye glittered upon Finch. A pretty tale! said he to his wite ana Miss Hardisty, as Finch flew off to impart the news to the household. "This is how stories get exaggerated. There was no horse in the affair, and no robbery, and it was not a farmer's son going home from You heard ' of It.tCen?" "exclaimed Miss Hardisty. "xes," was Mr. xorke s reply "And never to have told us!" remon strated his wife. "You say it was not a farmer's son. Do you know who it is? "Janson. Murdered in his own garden he was going in. Juet .inside the gate. CHAPTER XII. A rREMATURE DISCLOSURE. Horror rose to the countenance of Miss Hardisty. It is natural it should so rise when a woman heara of such a crime committed in her vicinity. But what was her look of horror, compared to that overspreading the (ace of Mrs. Yorke? A living, shrinking horror, which perva ded every line of her features, and turned tbem to the hue of the grave. Strangely tumultuous thoughts were at work within her. Uashine through her brain in quick confusion. "Janson 1 who sat by her side that afternoon! He mur dered! Who had done it?" Mrs. Yorke seemed incapable of re plying. Her husband spoke up volubly: "Janson was the village surgeon. You heard Leo sav he was here to-nisht. He has been attending Leopold; but I thoueht had ceased his visits. A fine young fellow. Unmarried." "Who can have been so wickea as uj have murdered him?" wondered Miss Hardisty. "Ahl Who indeed ' "How did vou come to know it?" in terrupted Mrs. Yorke, lifting her white face to her husband. "Ill news travels fast. As I reached home to-night, some people were passing the cate. apparently in excitement; I in quired what their trouble was, aud they torn me. it was tue garuener ana nia wife, up above, returning home from the villaae." "Finch said he was 6hot," observed Miss Hardisty. "lie was not Bhot, Beaten to death. "Finch's accouut may be the correct one, instead of the gardener and his wile a, said Mrs. Yorke in a low tone. "She said he was robbed. Shot and robbed." 'He was not robbed, I tell you, Maria,' said Mr. Yorke. "Uave it so, H you like, however. Shot and jobbed, what matters ur Mr. Yorke went to sleep in his chair asain, or appeared to go to sleep, and the ladies conversed in an under tone, Maria shivering visibly. About halt past ten, they were startled by a sudden and violent knocking, which came to the house door. Startlcdl Olivia Hardisty, her mind and tongue full of robbers and murders, gave vcDt to a laint scream, and Mr. Yorke sprang up from his chair with a start, as if he would leave the room, halted in indecision, and then sat down again. A deep silence sue ceeded, and again the knocking came, louder than before. They heard a ser vant hurry to answer it, they heard an entrance and a sound of voices, and then the footman threw open their room door, "Master Henry Yorke." A tall fine lad. between fifteen and bix- teen, leaped into the room, seized Mrs. Yorke, and gave he some kisses, and then turned to shake uands with her bus band. He had not changed, save in growth: he was random and generous as when he last saw him. "If I don't believe that's Olivia Hardis tyl" cried he, holding out his hand to the lady. "What brings you here?1' ' "I think I may usk what brings you here?"' returned Miss Hardisty. "Ahl Are yon not taken by surprise, Maria?' said he to Mrs. Yorke. "Didn't I knockl I thought you should hear it was somebody. Did you think it was the hre-engincsi ' Why did you not let us know you were comingf ' J'Howcouldl? My old tutor had news tnis morning or his lathers death, and went off; so 1 told mamma I might as well spend the few days' holiday looking you up. And away I came, without waiting for her to say yes or no. "Where is your portmanteau, Ilenryr "Didn't brinz any. She'll send some shirts and things after me; sure to. What precious slow railroad station you. have got here! Not a carriage nor an omnibus waiting, or any conveyance to be had for love nor money. Mind, Maria, if I have not brought enough tin for myself, you mnst let me have some, and-rrrite to mamma to pay you back. I didn't stop to ask lor any, lor tear shed put in a protest against my journey. "How did you hnd our housef asked Mr. Yorke. Oh, I got into the village, which seemed all in a hubbub, and tipped a boy ith a torch, to show me. I his is not such a nice place as Saxonbury," added me lau, casting nis eyes arounu iue room. "It is very well for a change, said Mr. Yorke. "I wanted some shooting and fishing." there s no accounting for taste, said the boy, shrugging his shoulders. "Maria, you dou't look well." 1 should wonder if any ot us couia look well to-night," interposed Olivia Hardisty. "Your knocking nearly frightened us to.death, too. We had just heard of such a dreadful murder." "A murder! Where?" "In the village. He lived quite in the middle of it, did he not, Mr. Yorke?" "Then that accounts for the row, said Henry, before Mr. Yorke could reply. ihe natives were standing about in groups, trying who could talk the fastest. thought they were taking observations of the fog. In one place, at the corner of street or lane, they bad mustered so densely I had to administer some shoves to get through. Who has been murdered, Mr. Yorke? A poacher." "No. A doctor." "That's worse." "It is awful." shivered Miss Hardisty; He has been attending Leo, Henry, and was here only this afternoon." "What, the man that was murdered "He was; this .very afternoon; and but just before the deed was committed. It was live a clock, 1 think you said, Mrs. Yorke, when Mr. Janson left you." "Janson! a doctor! interrupted tne boy. "It was no relation to our Mr. Jan son, was it, Maria?' Your Mr. JansonY What do you mean by vour Mr. Janson," demanded Miss Hardisty. "Uh. Maria knows. A Mr. Janson we used to be intimate with abroad, when I Wai n ynnngatpy Ta it. nnv relation?!! "It is the same man, said Mis. xorke. in a curious tone. Henrv Yorke snrantrun from his chair. and looked from his sister to Mr. Yorke in dismay and incredulity. "The same man! ihe same Mr. .jan son who took such care of me on that long voyage, when I went away in the Rushing Water)" Mrs. Yorke inclined her head. !Yea, he had settled here," she said, in a low tone. Sorrow rendered Henrys ideas con fused. "Oh, I wish I had seen hunt Why did vou not write me word, Maria. that I might have come before Jie was murdered." "You stupid boyl cried Olivia Hardts ty. "Could your sister tell he was going to be murdered? ' "Well. I do wish I had seen him. 1 would have gone all over the country to meet Janson. He was the nicest fellow 6!n.?: .... , , was ner askea Miss Hardisty, ap pealing to Mr. Yorke, who didn't seem to be in a hurry to answer her. "You bad better ask Maria," retortea Heurv. speaking with the random thoughtlessness or his age. "She'll tell you he was. Why, it was a near touch, I know, whether she became jar-janson or Mre. xorke. .uiani sue uiri uwuy with him, sir, before she promised her self to you? She thought 1 was only a youngster and couldrrH see; but I was as J . . I I T.. I.. ..... Wide awase as sue was. xruu . ue wvm, Elizabeth." 'You always were wide awake, Harry," ilrilv resrjonded Mr. Yorke. Olivia Hardisty, somewhat stunned and bewildered with the vista into past things nnemm? to her. unclosed her lips to speak; but she thought better of it, and closed them again. So! this was the Mr. Janson she bad heard of in past times, who had loved, it was said, Maria baxonbury, anu she him; whom Maria had rejected because he was poor. TIenrv talked on. until they crew tired of answering "him. Talked incessantly until his supper came in. vvnen inev reureu ior iue uikui, una nniiino in Miss Hardisty's room to assist her to undress. The two were old OlonHa sn to snenk. for Jrmch had uvea at Saxonbury many years, maid to the first Ladv Saxonbury. "T nm lnd vou are come soon, ma am. i,n Fino.li. "I can do nothins but n - ... . . think of that awful murder. And that sleepy Charlotte would go to bed and leave "I am nlcascd vou did stop for me," re turned Miss Hardesty, "for I feel nervous to-iiiL'lit. A common murder, though very distressing, docs not affect the nerves like such an one as this. It must have happened. Finch, immediately after he Ielt here. "After who left here?" asked Finch wondering what Miss Hardisty was talk ing of. "The doctor. Mr. Jan90h. Oh, I for got; you did not hear; you thought it was a farmer's son who was murdered. But it was not: it was Mr. Janson." "Mr. Janson!" echoed Finch; "Mr. Jan son who was murdered Who says sot "Mr. Yorke. He heard of the murder na he came home to dinner." Vinnli pnllpc.tpil her ideas. "I wonder where master picked up that news," she said presently. "It s noiuing oi ine son, ma'am. It was a farmer's son going home from market, on horseback, in leather breeches and top-boots. Mr. Janson does not wear breeches and top-boots." "Mr. Yorke said decidedly it was Mr. Janson, and.that he was murdered in his own garden. He was very positive " 'But it was no more Mr. Janson than it was me. As if the villace would have said it was a farmers son, if it had been Mr. Jansonl Why, ma'am, the man in the shop, where I was, had been tosee the body, and bespoke particularly about the breeches and boots. I dare say Mr. Jan son was retched to the dead corpse, and mat s now his name got mixed up in" it Mr. Janson, indeed! that would be a mis fortune." "So Henry Yorke seemed to think. He was talking of their former acquaintance witn mm abroad, ihe nicest lellow go ing, he 6aid." "Yes, everybody liked Mr. Janson. Except "i.xcept what? asked Miss Hardisty. for Finch bad stopped. "Except master. I was soin? t& snv. Hehad used-to be jealous ofhim-iij thdse old times, and I think at least," added 1 T. 1 -. . I .IT iue wuiuan, jnore. Jiesjumniriy, nave once or twice thought lately whether he is not jealous again. Masters temper. since we have been here, has been quite strange, and I don't know what should make it so, unless it s that Dear mel" uttered Miss Hardistv: Mrs. Yorke would not give cause" "No," indignantly interrupted Finch. 'che would not give cause for that, or for any other wrong thing. I don't say that sha waa right to encourage both Mr. Jan son and Mr. Yorke in the old days, as I believe she did, and let each think she might marry him; but. ma am. voune la dies will act so, just to show their power; and her head was turned upside down with her beauty. However, all that nonsense was put away when she married, and a better wile nobody has ever had than Mrs. Yorke. And if master. Aaj got a jealous crotchet in his head, he deserves to have it shook out ol bim. Mr. Janson baa come here to attend Master Leo, but for nothing else." "Did they ever meet after Mrs. Yorke's marriage until now, when they.met here?" inquired Olivia Hardisty. "2io, never. I asked my mistress once I think she had been married about two years then if she knew where Mr. Janson was, and she had no idea. I don't much like this place.ma am, added Finch, musingly. "I shall be glad when we get back home." "It seems scarcely worth while my tell ing yoa now the news that Mr. Janson imparted to me," observed Maria to her luspand, when they were Ielt alone. Dead! instead of It is so very dread ful!" "It is dreadful enough." returned Mr. Yorke. "He waa coins to be married." she con tinued. "But, of course, it will not do for ua to speak of it abroad, after tb la shock ing ending. He thought of marrying Miss MaikelL'7 "And giving you up?" The taunt sounded most unseasonable. Maria, subdued by the events of the eve- niogr-turncdmeokfytoherhnsband. Ar thur, let this unpleasantness end: it is time it did," she said, speaking firmly in her honest truth. " W e may both have some thing to forgive each other. I was fool ish, vain, careless in the old day; but I solemnly declare in the presence of heav en, in tne presence, it may be said, or that poor dead man, that never a thought has strayed from you since you became my husband. You have been bitter and an gry with me lately, but it has been with out cause; for not a wrong word, not a look that you could not approve, 'has passed between me and Mr. Janson. Ho help me heaven!" Mr. Yorke was silent. lie had sat down, and seemed to be looking at his wile. "When he called here this evening to ask after Leopold, he told me he thought of marrying Lucy Maskell. I wished the union God speed from my very heart" btill Mr. xorke did nofspeak. Maria passed into her dressing room. She had Baidr he say. Continued next week. FROM MINNESOTA. ,1 CORN CRACKER'S OPINION OF THE EMPIRE STATE OF THE NORTHWEST. REGION FREE FROM THE CURSE OF THE LIQUOR TRAFFIC. A JIOIIAL, PARADISE. Special Correspondence of the Herald. WoRTniNOTOK, Minn., Jan. 26, I have just finished a perusal of the sec ond issue of your paper, and am forced to say that it is the spiciest journal that ever brought light and good cheer into the lone ly cabin of a bachelor frontiersman, and I bespeak for it a life of honor and moral usefulness. A NEW "HOB OP CREMION.' Minnesota occupies the exact center of the .North American, continent, it lies midway between the Atlauticand the Pa cific; midway between the Arctic and the Tropic circles; and midway between Hud son's Bay and the Gulf of Mexico. Its name is derived irom tne jJaKOia inaian ton true, after its principal river, and sigm lies "cloud colored, or "Sky tinieu wa ter." The name ia peculiarly apt and ap propriate. The water of the Minnesota, contrasted with the dark, coffee-colored flood of the Mississippi, possesses that pe culiar tint of a slightly colored sky which ia compounded or many coiora. This important region waa almost whol ly unknown to the Anglo-American long after other sections of the country, far less attractive, had been subjected to the refin ing influences of industry science, and re ligion. Indeed, until within thclast twen-tv-live years, lew sounds save those of wild beasts and still wilder men broke the still ness of the awful solitude: the prairie, lak and river were alike the possession of tb savages. A BIT OF niSTORT. In 1851. in consequence of a treaty with the Indians, the lands on the western side of the Mississippi were opened up for set tlement. The tide of immigration was now setting in with irresistible force. Th cmisrant waaon wended its way over blu! and prairie; the wharves were crowded and boats loaded with newcomers irom tn valleys of the Wabash and Ohio, from tb banks ol the llmison anu jenneuec, iroi the green hills ot Vermont and the ocean rhoresof Massachusetts; and mingled with these were representative.- frouviieurly ev ery connlry in Northern Europe. Villages snddeuly expanded info cities; towns sprang up on watercourses; magnif icent scheme were formed for'future ag grandizement; money wat abundant; and excitement, speculation, and fortunVnia-. kine were almost the sole ptfrsuits of the masses. Then came the great financial - crash of '57. What a change! Specula- tian collapsed; money disappeared; imini- gration cease I. In brief, it ia difficult to exaggerate the extent and vital character of this revulsion. Princely fortunes van ished like bliadowy dreams. -With men rated among the wealthiest it waa nor now a question of meeting'maturing obliga tions or compassing a cherished scheme of . the future, but the more urgent one of averting present starvation from their fam- iliea. ,.Fast horses jvere.pnt to'the plow. LL sTyiisR ttiuipnges disappeared, and expect--an fortune-hunters sought by unwonted;i- labor to earn an honest, livelihood. In this respect the great misfortune of '57w -proved a blessing The people, thua made wiser, turned instinctively to the unreck- oned wealth of the virgin soil, and their labor has had its' reward. TOFOGKAFniCAL rNFORMATIO.V. , T In Minnesota are lound neither the il limitable prairies which distinguish-Illinois, nor the vast forests of Kentucky and Ohio, in which the early settlers found 'it so difficult to carve homes, but a charm- " ing alternation of wood and prairie, npland and meadow, characterize the topography of this State. The general surface of the country is undulating, similar to the roll ing prairies of the adjoining States of Io wa and Wisconsin; with greater diversity, beauty and picturesqneness imparted to the scenery ov rippling lakes, sparkling waterfalls, high bluffs and wooded ravines. TUB LAKE FEATURE. The number, beauty ,and varving charm of its lakes form a very marked feature of the scenery of Minnesota. These love ly little sheets of water are found dotting its surlace in nearly every section or the State, sparkling on the open prairie, bid den in the depths or the primal rorests, and glistening like gems of beauty among the ragged bills or the northeastern por tion. They are from one to thirty milea in diameter. Some of them are circular"' in. form others of an exceedingly irrega, lac outline. TOE NATIOStAL COLONY. Thia enterprise was founded in the spring of 1872, by Dr. A. P. Miller, of the Toledo (O.) Btade, and Prof. F. R. Humia- ton, of Cleveland, Uhio. ihe cbier town, Worthington, was laid oat the year before and a few houaea erected. The National Colony ia located in Southwestern Minne sota and iNorth western lowa. itcompns- twelve townships in Nobles county. Minn., and three and a half townships ia Osceola county, Iowa, the land beingjan dulating prairie, watered by streams and lakes, and having a soil of sandy loam from two to four feet deep. There are some fifty "lakes" (so the Colony Compa ny would inform inquiring emigrants, but in reality there are only six,) Okabena, Ocheeda, Indian and Graham being the principal. WOBTHUfOTOS the chief town, situated on West Oka bena lake, a beautiful sheet of water, hav- x ing a circumference of about seven.milea. It is, withal, a charming site for a city. At some points the gently sloping sward is kissed by the sparkling wavelets, while at other places the water is deeply over shadowed by abrupt blutta ot sandstone. The principal buildings are the Okabena Mills, erected at a costot sou.wu, naving" five run of stone; the Worthington Hotel; built at a cost of $14,000; the Methodist Block, costing $7,000. Worthington has cood graded school, with three depart ments, now iu operation; and the Semina ry, which waa compelled to suspend be cause of the grasshopper invasions, will be resumed at an early day. WHOLESALE TOTAL AB3TININCE. Aside from the natural beauty of th e country, and the richness of the soil, the vr.? i - -1 r 1 . 1 " national colony ia lounueu upuuu smw ly temperance basis. Not a drop of intoxv icating beverages are sold within italimitsi being excluded by the charter. As a re sult, it has drawn together a class of so ber, industrious, intelligent ana rennea people. We are entirely free from the "frontier ruffianism" which usually char acterizes western settlements. Here hun dreds of Christian men and women have come to make their homes, that they may brin up their sona and daughters entire- ly tree irom tne oaneiui inuueutw Ui wo rum traffic. THE CBATIFTIXa KESULT. This important feature, together with the natural advantaees of the location. and healthfulness of the climate, has brought to this county which hve years ago v,as a pathless wilderness 4,000 peo ple, notwithstanding tne iaci toai ior uc. past two seasons the crops have been al-, most entirely destroyed by grasaboppera. Last season these pests leftroa without de positing their eggs, and the prospects are favorable for a season of unexampled prosperity next summer. CHANCE FOE A "8FE0. If any of your stock-dealers desire to make a "fine spec" let them come in here with some ol the "bluegrass stock next fall. AN INVITATION AND WAIINIXO. To persons desiring new homes in the West. I would sav: Come to Minnesota, where is grown the best wheat in the Uni ted States. California not excepted; where you will be free from all the curses pro duced by whisky; where you will have un- equaled school advantaees; where you will be within reach of St. Paul, the chief city of the New Northwest, and, also, of Sioux Cit, another .excellent market. There ia public land for those desiring it. and rail road lands are cheap Only beware of transactions with the National Colony Company. It is an unmitigated humbug: but the country is all right. I'eopic nere have the true Yankee grit. Without any serious disadvantages, this country posses- sea the following favorable points: A pure mountain atmosphere, a healthful climate, a fertile and durable soil, and industrious and ttmperate people. HARRISON. .Two extensive operators in cotton in Wilmington, N. C. found trade to dull the other day that they accepted a con tract otfercd them bv a neighbor to carry a load of coal from the htdenalk into his rell.tr fori dollar.