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r A WINCHESTER, TENN., OCTOBER 8, 1858. Number 88; : jw Horn 0UtoL J- 1 : : W...J. BLATTER,. Editor. tlfTtV to no Parly's arbitrary may, . i Wc follow Truth wlicre'tr she leads llie way." A HEART HISTORY. CONTINUED. Nnin. A rrwiml of J f0 tvns olfcrml pome lime incc 'liitlir Hume Journal lor Hi lt iniuiiuil Mory wiiili-n lor its cohuni.s. Sflveinl were wiiltmi. ami ulier a I"1"' ill Of MKll, "AlAnAI.BtNK A IlKA 1 1 ItlSIUM," WHS COlt iilfi'od the must ilnwrvlin lis styln I" Mnipto vrt liuu. tiiul, nl th a all will lie highly liiUiestcJ wo liuve not a intle riuiilit. fcD.-.on, . The house stands on a hL'h rid'-eof land while directly in I rout tins descent 'is rapid to the lowland beyond, with its deep I'orests.itssnug little farms and scattered homes of plenty and pnice. '. They are standing not sitting i. n youth of twenty, and a maiden of sixteen. One arm is timidly pass ed around her waist, his hand clasps one of hers, and he is speaking in love's low, soft and musical tones, and yet though the feeling trembles in ev ery utterance, he mentions not a word of the passion. He is a timid, boy-lover, and though lie feels all the intensity of the first de lightful heart-throb that wakes the slumbering soul to the master-passion of one's life, he is twodilli lent to speak the words bis heart must pleadingly urges him to utter. And yet why biiould be not? lias he not been her constant companion for more than a year in rides anj walks and. rural ex-' cursions, and did she ever repel his at tentions by word. 01 look? Have they not been classmates at school, and at night have they not conned their les- sons from the same hook, consecrated .. by such pleasant companionship; and did she not always greet him with ir cordial welcome as his free, glad step, rung upon the door of the entrance to the setting-room, where her mother nightly places for them the round baizp-eovered. study table and taking the bright needles places her knitting on the other side of the capacious lire- place? And when he had failed to appear, after having formed the habit of eom , ing so often as to be always expected, did not Madaleine's poorer lesson next morning, and the slight frown that darkened her pretty brow, assure him that ho was sadly missed? And yet, in all his intercourse with the fair young girl at his side, he bad never made the slightest allusion to the charm her presence had for him, to the love ho felt for her so deeply in tertwined with every libre of his be ing; and she had never dreamed that she was aught to him than a dear friend, a sisterly companion, ami a much prized schoolmate. She knew their tastes were similar, their feelings and opinions, on most subjects, strictly in unison, and that their association and companionship were delightful. Still, had any one hinted that ILinry Moreland thought of her in any other way than this, she wi u!d have indignantly denied it, believing, fiat in all their famil iar intercouse, if other, and warmer emotions had found a place in his bo som, he would have frankly and un hesitatingly avowed it.' What a mystery is the human heart, and how little do the most intimate friends al ways know what m passing in its in ner sanctuarv. Had Madeleine Cranstoim been a ,. ware of the entire consecrated alloc ) tion that lived and burned with glow- ing intensity in the breast ofhim whose n i:l,.i.. I .1... , ui in jjiiuy uucii ecu, Kir im; ursi time, her slender frame, gaining strength and po'ncr from every previ ous interview; in short, had she known , it had been aught else than desire of MADELEINE. companionship in his studies, (1 have said they were classmates nt the vil I lage Academy,) that drew him nightly w to the quiet of her father's fireside, the frank, unrestricted association . would long before have found a . close, or sho would have sounded , the depths of her own nature and tri ed to discorcr if he were the one who could satisfy it, from centre to circum ference; if she could love him with all the power of her being and yield to him willingly and joyously the gui dance of her outer and her inner life, for young as she was beautiful and admired as she had evsr been, there was no vulgar desire in her to win a . heart because she could, to coldly (ling ' it back to him who ofTcred it. Her ' character was but the impersonation of truth, justice and kindness, and though the world, at large, looked op. Hpn theinaiden as cold and haughty, it J was but a natural result of her pecu liar constitution and mental training. Gilted with an ardent, poetic tem perament, a lover of nature in her simplest as well as grandest forms, she loved the plants and trees, the rocks and hills, and glorious old for ests, tangled dells, wild vines, bright streams and leaping floods, far better than common, human companionship, and so the world called her cold She was truthful and conscientious almost to a fault, if such a thing could be, and therefore had little sympathy with the petty, prevarications, and foibles, and follies, which formed p:trt of the lives and conduct of those around her; consequently, was not a general favor ite, for though kind and generous, she ever stood aloof from all such associa tion, and so many called her proud and haughty. 15ut such a being, when love touches the master-chord to which all the other life-strings vibrate, must lind her earthly weal secured, or to tally lost. Love, for her, must be a pure, holy star, that with clear anil steady light "shines on, and on, wheth- crtheskv is bright with undimmed azure, or darkened by the wing of the storm-angel; or it must be a Hashing meteor w hose vanishing track, cover ed by the, blackness of darkness, can never le light i d again. Madeleine felt that she stood alone in the world. That few felt and thought like her, and how pleasant was it then to lind, even one! How natural that her heart should be dear er to such a one. She had had little companionship, or acquaintance with her ow n sex, much less, with the oth er. An only child, potted, caressed and quietly indulged, and yet always with judicious restriction, she had been very happy in her wanderings beside the stream, ami in the grey, old woods, and ..(l ;il, 1 1, ..,,!. ..,! in the quiet little room she called her : charms of his presence, she bad stu own, or sometimes lending her aid ' diously avoided yielding to any warm to llit! gentle, but feeble mother who er feeling on her part, and had sue so often needed it. ! ceeded in restraining her maiden nf- Dearly and devotedly she loved thai patient invalid, :iid many pleasant hours she spent n miiiisleri to her comfort, or gratification, and with a leeling of prido mingled wilh her al lection, she looked upon a lather, who though as I have said, kind and indul gent, had bill liltle time to devote lo Ins child, living, a- he had done, for many years, in the world of practical excitement. Dearly I said she loved them, and yet then! were times when she fell there was a void in her heart, w hich must sooner or later be filled ; a con sciousness l h;it all the energies of her being had not been called into ac-' ed upon her features, tion, and an intense desire for more Little did he know there is in vo I'ull and perfect companionship, for an : man's nature, a little leuwn ofdis appreciaiivo, intellectual association trust, and though she may be aware with some high-toned and loliy spirit, j iVom his bearing of all the partiality that could think and feel as she did. : he feels, she cannot, does not aiiiiro- And such had been partly supplied to her during the past year her compan ionship with him whose i iteliect was equal to her own, whose judgment she felt was superior and who s emed to understand and appreciate all her acts and motives, and one who had never tailed to assist her in all her ellbrts at mental and moral improvement, if not in words, yet by the kindling eye and approving glance, when she was more than ordinarily successful. What a stimulus had it proved to tho develop ment of the natural strength and ex cellence of her character. 15ut on the morrow, till their pleas nut intercourse must have an end, for he was to leave her for his distant j Dot had Henry Mori-laud .stopped home, and now upon that cottage , to analyze all the motives that actua porch beneath the holy starlight, clasp- u ( him, he would have found another ed by that timid arm, what were her feeling in hi-i bosoui, very dillereiit thoughts I and what were his? The spring-tires were burning in scattered heaps upon the fallow grounds below, consisting of old stumps, the roots, of which had so de cayed during the previous winter that they could easily be separated from the softened ground of early spring, (b ad brush from the zigzag corners of the helices, aud all other superlluotis trash the farmer could turn to no possible advantage on his lands and which ren dered his fields unsightly to the rye. The first brightness of their kind ling had passe J away. They no lon ger blazed, but the burning logs and stumps afar olf looked like the gleam ing lights we read of, upon the prows of the prinnaccs, moored along the shores of the Orient rivers. Henry bad lately lowed his heart in sweet subjection to the Holy of Ho lies, the compassionate savior of his spirit, and many times in tho secret meditations of his chamber, he had al most vowed to take his life in his hands and go forth a herald of salvation to the benighted regions that sit, and still sit, in the shadow of darkness. 'Tis the feeling of many ardent and gen erous souls when tho droppings of mercy first distil their healing balm upon a sin-crushed spirit, and the light of Divino favor dispels the clouds of doubt and unbelief, to announce to oth ers, who have no means of learning ins? them, the glad tidings which have dill'uscd such joy over their saddened hearts. Wlien tilth with outstretched hind grasped the Eternal, throne, And mado the promisee ofhim who net thereon, her own So with Henry Moreland. Earnest and enthusiastic in temperament, and nobly impulsive and self-sacrificing in character, suclt. was his first thought wLt-n he felt that his sins were forgiv en him, without stopping to consider w ether ho possessed the necessary qualifications for such a work. The more be thought, the more he had como to a decision that he was not, unless he could be joined and aided by her who had the strongest hold upon his allections of any earthly creature. wilhout. whom he felt, his own be ing was incomplete, and without whoso life-long companionship and affection, existence was to be a drea- ry waste. Could she feel the same j strong impulse and self-sacrilicing de- sire to devote herself and all her oner gies to the consecrated work, he would no longer hesitate. He must have the bride of his spirit to go with him, and yet not so much that be could not make the sacrifice, terrible as it would be, as that it would be useless, for without the presence, companionship and ct -nporafion of his second, dearer self, he fell that his most strenuous ef forts, for lilt; redemption ol fallen hu manity, would be powerless and fu tile. I'.asy as. it would hive been for : Madeleine Cianstoun to have loviad with her w hole heart the noble, gifted and attractive youth, she. bad never j believed he felt, lor her aught else than a pure and guileless friendship, and ! il rl. J. I, i,. I i tin. lections, so far in her own keepinj;, as never to maniiosl a regard she might , not have xhibited for any rigiit-uiiu- ' ded, iutelli rent and virtmns man. Hut it seemed to him I hat she could road his secret soul, that she c 'ould nenelr.'ite us inmost t hole iU am ( i- vine llie words he would utter before his tongue had formed them, and therefore she must know how devo tedly, how entirely he loved her; and more, hi! fell that, knowing this sir; ' i musl reciprocate all his deep, death Iv Mlleelioii. or she would never treat him with that constant cordial regard, which sparkled in her eye and beam-j priale it. much as she may desire it, unless hi! has given her unmistakable evidence, in words, that his alfection is all, and entirely hers. He believed that Madclci no than. -toun loved him even its he did her, and now did he but know that she could nei vd herself to the sacrifice of homo, friends and country, he (.-ould leave her ill the morning, for a brief vi.it to his ..rr..ts and then enter Ciller. , l. 1 . was prepared to, twoyearsin advance and after completing his Collegiate and Theological studies, bear away to !, ilm Palm-Ln-oves C I he ( Irient l.-.n.l the girl-bride of his boyish love - , dre uns. from entire devotion to his Maker and bis benighted It-How-being, mingling wilh and casting a glorious halo over the idea of the sacrifice he must make in leaving home, friends and country, for the w ilds of heathendom. His affection for Madeleine was fast becoming the absorbing feeling of his life. Friends had faded away on the dim, far oil' distance the one sister of his childhood and youth, though she was still very dear, was overshadow ed hy the strong and rapid growth of the one great master-passion of his sou!, and the brother, in hosc house he Wiis domiciled, seemed scarcely more than a passing acquaintance, so entire, so orerwbelming was his love for the being that seemed neces sary, not only to his happiness, but to his very life. Love so absorbing cannot be free from selfishness, and there was some thing pleasant to him in the thought that in that far-off land she would be all his own, yea doubly, tribly his, and he be all in all to her. The music of her silvery voice should soothe no oth er car than his and the brightness of her beaming smile glance on no other rye. In short, the very desire of leaving all tho world beside for the jungles of the Indian rivers, had its origin not more in his love for his Maker, than in the absorbing passion of his soul for the beautiful and gifted crea ture by his side. He had told her in the vine-covered porch, 'neath the truthful gaze of the solemn-looking stars, of bis sometimes , resolves to be a missionary-he had pictured to her, in glowing colors, the woudct'ous beauty of those Orient lands, the tall and graceful 1'alm-irecs of that sunny region, the luxuriant exuberance of its vegetation, the splen dor and gorgcoiisncss of the flowers anil foliage that drape its decp-tan-iiled forests, and then in soft and sad dened accents he dilated upon the 1 ignorance and superstilionoftliodwcl- j l('rs lov"!.v H)! Madeleine," said he, with the touching eloquence ami leivent exal tation of impassioned feeling, "Fancy yonder lights gleaming at intervals in the surrounding darkness, the eoa- coa niit-lampsthat burn on the boats ' might never more arliculate. of the lovely but heathen (langes and Years are passing, mid have passed we the only christian inhabitants I one, two, three. .'o longer a niai in our bamboo dwelling by its saori d 'leu of those peaceful, and quietly banks living to instruct and christian- j happy, sixteen summers, we will look ize the dusky devotees of their idol . at her again. There is the slightest gods, could we not be happy then? and J possible shade of care upon the other the circling arm pressed more closely j wise fair, open browthe lips are a the unresisting form of the thoughtful ; lit 1 !'. a very little compressed, and, maiden, whose low, but seemingly in- j wilh one hand supporting the leaning different answer of "I don'l know , head, slit! sits upon the same vine. Henry, 1 never thought of it," rhowed ! covered porch as when, dear reader, that she spoke truly. She had never you were introduced to lierthree years thoughtofit, the missionary's life, and 'ag. An open letter lies before her. so interested had she become in his fei- ; has read it. and is musing over its vid descriptions as scarcely to have no- 1 contents. I lor eye shows that thought ticed tho coupling together of herself ''iisy w ilhin. The pa.-t, the present with him in the question he hud asked, i"11'1 future, all have place in her Accustomed as she w.-is to think of : meditations, but more especially the his partiality for her as only a school j J fi icudship, a brotherly all'eclioii. how ! could she see in his oilei v a dcel.ua- could she see in bis query a declara- ' tion of love? It was to her but auoth- ! or proof of bis entire devotion to bis Maker and a longing desire for the benefit ol'his fellow-beings. Further, she considered what was s being w i; h him as only a lid of her iiio-uis of discov erinij if she loo was as unselfish and devoted to the service of the liv- , i"g (!"d, as be himself. She felt that ' hllt' vvas while she loved and er for it, i s iccteii mm iodic man et i . . .. . . her increased esteem lor llie oenevo- le nee of his character, seemed tore - move her farther from him. j no. you cannot, i win not iiiini; ol And in that truthful, passionless ' such a thing. It can never be." answer of hers he read no misconeep- j And thus he wrote, and, in a simi I ton of bis meaning, no inisundei- niannerhad heoeeasiomilly written i standing ol his leollllj , but merely that sin! bad no call to a missionary's life;-lbr if she had, her imaginative fancy would most certainly have re sponded lo his fervid descriptions ol Ihe thoughts aud feelings that warned ; silion, lut iniieli ol pride a just, wo and glowed in bis own bosom. Il manly pi ide a proper approcial ion of would sulliee for the present. His I what, was due to her, and slirinkiugly course must bo determined before In would speak more ox and circumstance sho illy. Time determine for him, yet. he would have one more proof of her allccthm, and he stoop ed, and for the first lime, his lips touched lightly the maiden's chei He almost blushed at his own temori- I ., I I , ty and wiinurawing ins nice a nine way, inquired if she was oU'eiidcd .... . "'7. uoiv could 1 he, ' was ll.c I I'vv but, distinct an licious reply, ! .! I I I I I,' , " -' uepeuacu .oi a eon- Urination of the hope that he was ! to her, even as she to him. i Hut lie, Minnie, natural Child Hint ,' s,',! was, thought of it only as the pure I' M ii :. hrii icr. In. u-.-.u siiei.i hit ' " the last sweet hour w ith sister whom ho, might III again, and dreamed not that he had made in his own mind, her reception f if I.t of l...r ...r.,,-,l ir i ml i ll',..-. ... b .. . ... .... ., , .. . nice, for the heart of a delicate mai den scarcely dares lo admit to itsell iu the darkness of the stillest night that it loves unless it has good reason to believe that ils alfection is desired and fully reciprocated, and then it manifests, unsolicited, no appearance of the delightful feeling which is only discerned by tho studious efforts made at concealment. It's involuntary acts the glow that mounts to the cheek, the brilliant sparkle of an eye that brightens at the mention or approach of the object of its secret preference, alone betray its existence. .Suejian one was Madeleine Gratis toun, and sho would have thought it unmaidenly and indelicate to suppose any man loved her till language, as well as manner, had informed her, un mistakably, of the fact A closo pressure of tho hand, one fond embrace.one sweet farewell.dear dearest Madeleine and he was gone. Their Jast interview was over. How unsatisfactory had it been to her. There was a feeling of disappoint ment lo which she yielded without enquiring the cause and, she sunk up on the vine-covered porch-seat and wept a flood of bitter tears. Morning camo and there Was champing of bits, and ratling of car riages, for a bevy of young people, Madeleine included, were to accom pany Henry and his sister to tho river, eight miles distant, and exchange their final adieus by its brink. Clo.-o and warm was the clasp of his hand ho gave to her at parting, the last of the utilhful bni.d, and low and tender 'were the few, fond words bis tongue could scarcely utter. Tears were in the eyes as he bent his lips to the white ungloved hand, that in part returned the strong grasping of his ewii, and, ''Do not, O! never for get me, will you .Madeleine" was fall ing solily on her ear when the cry of, "All aboard," and the ippearance ol the man at gang way to take away the plank, warned her that she inu.st ! be gone. She had but time to alls- ' wer, "Xover," and spring lightly to ' the wharf, ere the boat swung round and waving handkerchiefs on deck and shore spoke the farewells lips IKI!,f '-et us read. Ve'tr, dear Madeleillt ''In less than a dear Madeleine, even as soon as Autumn frosts .shall haw changed the hues ol the forest leaves, I hope to hok upon jtn.r lace again. Again to i sit- the old porch by your dear side, and talk with you as in the ol den limes. O! Madeleine, will you rejoice tosee me, even its I shall you! My precious one, the thought of you, the anticipation ol' that, delight lid meeting, lias su-iaincd my faintiug ' sP'''i' through these long and dreary sri,u,mun. m nut mini -i, , i' : .... 1 1 ...... r '""'. Madeleine, never, no never, U! j during the three years in which she hud not looked upon bis lace. What must. she. what ought, she to think of such singular coiiiiiiiinicalions? There was no vanity in .Madeleine s ooinpn- am! delicately selisilive, she could not yet suppose that one of Henry's frank a,d open cliur.'icti r could love her wilh that euliie all'eclioii thai would ', but out of them all, the Baron had select wish lo make its object the sharer of' ed a humpback prince, whoso lofty title bis joys and sol rows, wit bout avowing '. was Prince Kossuth Napoleon Von j it and seeking Ins dest my at lier hands. Many times did she ponder the sub- i i.i,1 , .,.! ,111,1 'IV .,1'll.tl .liul.ltVU it f.k! .r - i.,..,. I """-b m (lotil.t as ever. Ami why I .1 i K...I ... i.: . I... ' U'Y in Hllell a way as to lead him to ' 1. 1,,..,. 117 SI, I. Wi.lll.l lint li'l V,, . - "" . . .lone it lor llie world. M,e had hecn cured to think that woman must con- , ec.ii cw.y ..ppe.u.uice v, ..... t. i . p . ii-.... : , .. regard, only as it was to be exhibited III reiui ll 101 uiiin ui.ioii: niunici: m a precious I love, on the part of him who careful- j )rincu wa, , rcL.iliro,ntl!l by it3 0,;,cl. knew how very supersnt.ous ho was,-l.i.,.t,lllvsouL-httowin it. To have made v; .., i,;. , . !.. hi. Jressed as a gliost, claimed you-run off , the slightest advance, herself, would have appeared to her unseemly for a wi.SC. 3111(1 dlscl't'l't Ulaidoi), SO she Olllsll- od back into her heart all the sweet unfolding buds of hopo aud joy that might have bloomed in beauty over the wasting years to come, of sutler ing and sorrow. And thus she school ed her trusting heart to think of him as only a dear and valued friend, who was deeply interested in her welfare, and to whom all that concerned her vvas of importance. Hut it was diuV cult for her at all limes to suppress ev ery trace of that warm and pure af lection that trembled on tho open loaves of her guileless heart, as the ready pen transcribed from the full unwritten feeling, the answers to such occasional communications from one w ho was so inexpressibly dear to her. A rogue downsoulh stolo a lot of newspaper accounts, and upon being discovered was sentenced to cat all which could not be collected ns des perate debts. Guess he would have a full stomach for once. . All men have their frailties. Who ever looks for a friend without Imper fections will never lind what he $eek; we love ourselves with all our faults, and we ought to love our friends in like manner. Vvrltten Meclilly for tho Wluchevler Home Journal, THE BAKOiYS DAUGHTER ; OR, THE TRIUMPH OP LOVE. DV FINLEV JOHNSON. Once upon a time it matters not when there lived an old Gorman Baron no mutter where who - was blessed by It I s godfather with an unpionouncable name, llo had us all greal men liavo a long lino of ancestors, and as lie gazed upon the portraits which hung in his chamber, a fueling of priilo look possession of his soul. Like all dislingub lied individuals, he had his peculiarities: lie wore a long pig tail ; his hoots were a second seven leagued pair, and, to erown nil, lio told i extraordinary long stories; in fact, it is ; pnid that one of his stories he had hoen ! tellin;: for ten years, and yet he had only j half finished it. Take him all in all, this j Haron was a very extraordinary man and j long will it before we ever look upon his ; like again.. but ilicro was one jewel in his house hold whoso sparkling brilliancy shed liht upon all who caiiaMviihin its reach. The old Baron had a (laughter a sweet J girl of seventeen summers fair as an Eastern Ifoini, and lovely as an angel of light, 'l'h a smiles of youth were danc ing upon her sunny brow, and as her hea venly glance fell upon the soul of the beholder il awoke blissful visions of an gelic beauty. She had lung flaxen ring-j lets, eyes as blue as llie far-famed skies j of Italy, a complexion as fair as the lily ; and lips like twin rosebuds, and as you j gazed upon her witching grace you would marvel hy what imigie power she had be come tho child of so strange a looking father. So il was, however. 1 challenge contradiction. And besides, it must not rpt secret that she was blessed with ' a lover. Now, truth compels me lo slate ihat the young Dutchman who had won Angelina's allections was not blessed with a superabundance of that luetul which the world holds so high in its es timation, in fact, he was poor. But then, iiiilurc, ever kind, to make up lor this deficiency, had endowed him -with a ik bio mind, a Irue spirit, and a large shiiro of manly beauty . Such was Cuunl llnratii) Von I'lyhools, the chosen one llie bean's idol of sweet Angelina. The liaron had notions of his own as regarded his dai.-hter, and had resolved l"L S"UM n,6,,l roor AnSe"" Ihat no one who could not boast of a ! ,,a wa" '" ""' bllt lllu, was no ll0P lomr line of ancestors, and who also was! Sl'l,cral'l,' triumphant, and fate held j tveiiiiuy, snuunt deprive una oi instiaugn- !.... 1. 1.. i ...ii i i . i- i i i tor. Count Horatio was possessed ol neither, ami it therefore never entered the Huron's know ; box that he would have the unparalleled, unexcelled, and preposterous audacity to as pi ro to Ange lina's hand. It was owing to ihis, and thu Count's pleasant manners, that he j tolerated his presence in the castle. Ho i disguised le t the pleasure ho took in his society, and the graiilicuiiuii lie experi enced in having Count I'lyhools spin his long sioiii s, and when he would drink (he old lull jw's wine, and call it capital, ihe liaron would si:;h and wish thai Cor llim. ln, '.owed riches on the Count. Many, many were the suitors who ' thronged the Castle for Angelina's hand, Catchpenny. Nature, when she formed him, mual have been in an exceedingly bad humor, lor his face was like a full moon on u fugiy night, and his hair was red as tho settin .' son. Hut Innki In ilm ! Barou were nothing. Tho gold which I filled ihe coders of ihe prime, and llie lone line of ancestors of which he boast- K; J,i0.i over every defect. It is an old a (liat (io , , ol irue love never runs smooth", for ; j.,riin(,e 1l;ly (,,,;il r. impossible fl3 ... . r .i -i.l neurit yuur luoic. ti-n ...a uica.u, it iiiav seem, vet the love ol this mmhtv ... ' MM I'll 1 treaties. AiiiU-Ima whs uncliaiieiiMo. t 1 1 1 Li t ii ii i I jyu . iiiilioi viiu iiiuihii'q the sweet month of May, when llie birds !. inil wip un r.i r i.lnii n .t u in ll r ft I 11 .f I It I were sinjug on the trees, fie walked into thu Huron's room, wiili a scowl upon his counteij.'iiice, and thus addressed thai au gust personage: "Baron of tho unpronouncablc name, listen to me. For six long months have I condescended lo woo your daughter, have visited her twice a woek have made her costly presents, and was consoling myself, that t like Ctcsar, "had coma, hud seen, had conquered." Cut no such thing (hero his frowns were tremendous awful) your daughter flies at my approach as if I were some frightful monster. Sb laughs at lite, and you, yes, even you, Haron, havo of late treated me somewhat coldly. How is this? Gome, answer, sir; I am not to be deceived, humbur;e', swindled." "Princa Catchpenny, b Went, you disluib my tender nerres by your loud talking. Hew. t.k "lon8 n''"" and smoke il mhih I ''" "ranity." "But 1 w" t0 know ,l18 ct" 'Pl,el the princ. -..-." resDOuded the Baron in a f roic iad husky not by amotion, but i . i - locscco Miioke "my mouth shall speak the truth; 1 have had a fearful dream." "A Jreain'jiruffly rejoined the prince, "what in the name of his Satanic majes ty has that got to Jo with your daughter? "Lend mn yout tars, 0 mighty print, I end listen. I thought that I upon nn an gel's wing had been transported to your castle, where a numerous assemblage had gathered. Beauty and fashion crowded the halls. The blazo of jewels, the briN liancy of the lights and the sparkling of eyes gave a hup ol enchantment to the scene. All were gaily dancing, but you were not there. In vain I searched for you, To all my cr.quiries as to your whereabouts, I received for answer; "I know not." Midnight drew near and as the old clock pcnled forth the hourly a servant camo lushing in the room so agi tated as scarcely to be able to speak, On being requested to stBte the cause of his alarm, he horrified tho whole assem bly by saying: 'I saw my master, tho princo, fighting with a skeloton upon the staircase,' As flies the dew before tho sun, so flew that whole crowd as they heard the servant's story. I was left a. lone. At length I was about o uepart when I felt a cold hand laid upon my shoulder aud heard a voice say: 'Baron, beware! Prince Kossuth Xopoleon Catch penny is a villain. It is written in the book ol fato that your (laughter must mar ry me, or else she dies.' Prince, three) times ihat night 1 dreamed that dream and tho spirit shall be obeyed." As tho Baron ceased he turned round to look upon the prince, but what was his surprise to see that he had fainted. On coming to himself, he stared wildly around hhn, niado somo very unbecoming grimaces, slid olf tho chair, and mutter ing "murder", he departed, and that, too, without saying good bye. "Hy the shade of my grandfather," said tho Baron to himself, "but that is strange, lie must ho a villain indeed, and havo some great crime upon his conscience. But this spirit, to whom it Eecms I am compelled to marry my daughter -who in ,ho ,luvil is M IItf '"'s'1' liave 1,11,1 suf' licienl politeness "to give me his name his name what in ihe devil is it?" "My nanio is Wolfyang Ilollowhoad, Al twelve to-night I claim my bride, "re plied a deep, sepulchral voice from the inner chamber, which made the Baroa start. "Remember," it continued, "she is mine to night or she dies. Be ready or beware." "I will," replied llie trembling Baron. In a few moments after, tho Barou call ed his daughter, and told her his dream, mid commanded her to be prepared to ........ .i i. .... . . i. . . .. i . ,i . the scales. I'ha retired to her chamber . to brieve n'lr ll. I'l.tn Knl lilrn n te,,a Tin. j " "" rou s (taugiiier, sue made ready lor the ceremony. "Where, 0! where, is Count Horatio, my true love," would sho cry "has he deserted me? and 1 loved him so." Midnight camo, and thero sat tho Ba ron in ilio hall with his lovely daughter. Her eyes were fixed intently upon thu fatal door through which llio ghost was lo make his entrance. The Baron was bu sily engaged in supplying himself with wine, in order to keep up hij courago. The lingering rates of the cluck as itstruk twelve, still sounded in there ears, when the door was, thrown back upon its hin ges, and a figure, wrapped in a mantle stood before them. " Huron, I am come sho is mine, n dieu," and as he spoke, lie seized upon Angelina, who had fainted, and cairied her olf, whilo at the same time a lulphu rious smell rushing up llie Baron's nostrels, prevented him from interfere- When tho lovely Angelina opened her eyes, judge of her astonishment, when she found by her side her own true Count Horatio. Sho threw herself in his arms. They were happy. "How camo all this to pass?" said she, as she pressed a rosy kiss upon his brow. ... i . r.i.. .n I,:. I o i' ill wnti find vnii Lnnw thtk rait X n.l I 7 . , , . I ' Q Angelina " "A letter, sir," interrupted a servant. The Count opened it and as ha road his eyes sparkled. "Your father, sweet love, will own mo at last," ha said, "for here is a note from your old dame, ih Prince. Listen." "Count Horatio Von Fiyboois, you are now a prince; I forgid a will in niy favor, and murdered your uncle. The Haron witn an unpronounceable namo dreamed a drcani anJ oow knows all Bury your uncle bones are in a chest al niy castle fr me I 8 ha seen no more. A'ossctii AiroLEO" CifCBrtssr." Th Baron was oil smites, ihe Count was married, the prince forgotton An gelina was happy, and in the course of time Jit tie Slyboots sprang up all around them and and ray story is done. Baltimore Mr. A friend wants to know when tho man who stopped up all night is going to take the plug out. Nothing is so dangerous as to pre tend to fall in love with a wowaaV-r""1 the reality is sure to follow. V ' -'-' ' v t. ik. k,., Sr tonntr like the Atlan" wiJ nertrtf" ' "r've'