the redolent missive, she might have wondered | designs. Could he have surprised Caroline at the altered expression of her lover's countenance. Leaving the house somewhat abruptly, the latter threw himself into a cab, and bidding the driver urge his apology for an animal, hurried toward another section of the city. Alighting near a narrow court which terminated a by-street, Barton was admitted to a high brick building, the staircase of which he ascended like one familiar with the premises, and tapped gently upon the door of a chamber, which in common with many others faced a corridor. A young female, whose cap and disordered dress intimated preparation for slumber, obeyed the well-known signal, and ushered her late visiter into the apartment. "To what am I indebted," asked she in a soft but melancholy tone, "for this unseasonable call, or rather, I may inquire, for any visit, however brief or dilatory, since your object recently has been to avoid me altogether?" "Don't irritate me, Caroline! I'm not in the humour to tolerate either reproaches or blandishments," was the stern rejoinder. "What have you done with that carnation and jessamine, which I saw just about blooming in the balcony under your window ?" "Do you want them for some other favourite?" "Caroline Southmead!" resumed Barton, "I have to-night detected you basely interfering in a matter where you can only secure odium and persecution for your officiousness. You lose a friend and make an influential family enemies. Did you not append this card to a bunch of flowers and send them to a lady?" "Yes, Henry Barton, and I but performed a duty, in cautioning an unsuspecting girl against a man who has proved himself an adept in treachery!" "And do you think, Caroline," said he, "that for these acts of hostility I shall be better encouraged to purvey for your happiness by finding you an eligible companion, and using my means and ability to elevate your social existence ?" "Had you not allured me from my native village, where I was pursuing an honest vocation, and possessed the love and esteem of all who knew me, my position would require no amendment. Your proposition to wed me to another is even more cruel than your falsehood. Would it not be less dishonourable to redeem your promise to me, than to add a second dupe to the catalogue of crime?" Barton was the greater villain for the circumspection with which he carried out his into rage, as he intended, it would not have been difficult to convert her ravings into tears, and then she would have been pliable. But he was baffled by cool, unwavering firmness, and he saw in her usually mild blue eye resolution which was impregnable, at least to violence. "Dearest Caroline," he exclaimed, taking a seat upon a sofa, and drawing her unresistingly to his side, "you well know why I cannot conform to your wishes-” "Yes," responded the girl interrupting him, "I know too painfully the apology with which you would varnish your perfidy; but your haughty relatives and family rank are not the only obstacles to our marriage. You are weary of your victim, and love another woman. Heretofore I have submitted to your commands. I have worked day by day in a milliner's shop, to furnish some excuse for residing in town, and to evade suspicions of our intimacy. Fearing lest you should encounter me there with Miss Selden, I was removed to this place. Thus far I have been obedient to your behests; henceforward I am my own mistress. Having found other protectors, you shall be relieved of my presence, while in humble obscurity I shall escape contempt if not pity." "Leave me then to digest my plans-" "No more!-not a syllable further! Will you not respect the sanctity of a helpless woman's bedchamber and retire, or shall I arouse the house, demand of the watch protection, and, goaded to desperation, publish my wrongs and your infamy to the gaping crowd at the policeoffice?" "As you please, Caroline," said Barton, releasing her from his arms, with feigned equanimity, "to-morrow you will regret this silly excitement, and be more accessible to reason. I'll see you in the morning,—good night!" "Yes, we shall meet again, but under different circumstances," ejaculated Caroline as he descended the stairway. "Merciless and conscienceless creature! shame and disappointment shall teach you that none are too feeble for the work of retribution !" CHAPTER IV. "Oh most pernicious woman! Oh villain, villain, smiling damned villain!" HAMLET. IRRITATED and perplexed, Barton hurried to his lodgings, which to his great annoyance he found occupied by several of his boon companions, who either by courtesy or usurpation had the freedom of his ample apartments. These young gentlemen were amusing them- | about the world these three years, and after selves with whist, and constrained their host all sorts of luck, happened to reach California to take a hand" with them, although much just in the nick of time. From thence I came against his inclination. Before the company to this port in a whaler, which had been dedispersed, night's meridian had long been serted by her crew at St. Francisco, and which merged into the hours which precede another a parcel of us manned, just for the sake of day, and overpowered by the liquor which fetching home a little gold-dust that we'd politeness obliged him to swallow, Barton scraped up in those diggins. I went out green threw himself upon his bed and slept heavily. enough, but I've come back considerably yaller." Awaking late next morning, he discovered with much apprehension that the handkerchief committed to his charge by Laura Selden was missing. Upon reviewing the incidents of the previous evening his trepidation was enhanced by a suspicion that he had fatuitously dropped the article while in Caroline's chamber, and that she now possessed the most dangerous evidence of his guilt which could be placed in the hands of a jealous female. Therefore, after a hasty breakfast, he repaired to the dwelling of the injured girl, intending by threats or entreaty to recover it if practicable. Great was his chagrin, as the reader may suppose, upon learning from the landlady that the object of his search was beyond the reach of his violence or jesuitry, having left the house several hours before in a carriage, and without stating her destination. Deposited on her toilet-table was a letter directed to Barton, enclosing a key to a trunk, which she informed him contained all the jewelry, apparel, &c., received from him at various periods of their intimacy. This he opened, vainly hoping to find the fatal handkerchief, but was ultimately forced to abandon the premises, discomfited, and oppressed by gloomy anticipations. Nevertheless, a vague surmise that Caroline had returned to her friends in the country, and for the present would cease to embarrass his matrimonial speculation, afforded some solace. Meanwhile, John Snelling was pursuing his way leisurely to the store, champing a handful of pea-nuts, and agitating his brain with no particular train of reflection. Suddenly he was accosted by a bluff-looking sailor, who hailed him familiarly by name, and grasping his effeminate fingers in a brawny fist, forced him to wince under the cordiality of his pres sure. "You have the advantage of me," said John, endeavouring to extricate his hand, and standing upon his toes in torture. "I'll be bound then, you'll be well received in this community," rejoined Snelling, "for they all flock around money, like flies to a molasses hogshead." "I'm glad to find you, old fellow," resumed Southmead. "How's my sister Caroline? I thought you and she would have made a match before this!" "I liked the girl well enough, Bob," replied "but the salesman, munching as he spoke, somehow I've been crossed out of her books. She left Bloomfield eight months since, and came to this city. Nobody could tell me where she resided, and as she knew my location, and has never taken the pains to drop me a note, why I thought she didn't care about prolonging the acquaintance, and of course "So you don't know where she is?" inquired Bob, interrupting his companion. "I must find her-how shall I manage?" "Come along with me to the store," said Snelling, "and I'll write an advertisement, stating your arrival, and where you can be seen. If that don't bring her in a day or two, why then we'll—” Here the two friends turned a corner, and leaving them to arrange their course, we proceed with another portion of our story. Almost unconcealable was the trepidation with which Barton again entered Laura Selden's parlour. But nothing on her part evinced any knowledge of the transactions of the previous evening; nor was there any change visible in her manner or language. Several successive visits confirmed his supposition that his accusing angel had withdrawn from the metropolis, and thus negatively resigned her claims upon him. Laura continued kind and affable, and it was near the close of the week preceding their contemplated union, before he discerned the slightest cause for uneasiness. About this period she complained of indisposition, appeared rather reserved, and their meeting occurred in the presence of her parents. "What!" exclaimed the stranger, "don't Once or twice she inquired about the handkeryou remember Robert Southmead?" chief which she had given him, and the ring which was tied in its corner. But the question was introduced so incidentally, and it was so customary and natural for a lady to be rather "Well," responded Bob, "I've been beating pensive or contemplative immediately ante "Bob!" ejaculated the other, "why I thought you were laid under the counter long ago. Where did you come from?" cedent to her wedding, that his suspicions of a development were unaroused, or if partially excited, were readily discarded. At length Barton took the alarm. Within forty-eight hours the nuptials were to have been celebrated, but there were no ostensible preparations for the important event; neither had he been consulted upon any particular, in reference to the ceremony or the invitations. Laura's sedateness increased to positive coldness; and it was apparent that he must exert his utmost energy and ingenuity to prevent the postponement of an alliance for which so much had been sacrificed, and which was now a common topic of conversation among the fashiona ble multitude. Suspense, ever painful, becomes more so, in proportion to exigencies, and men frequently hew their way to a denouement, although the act itself may prove fatal to their desires. Barton resolved upon an eclaircissement, whatever might be the consequences. Accordingly he entered the drawing-room one evening, with that self-possession which emanates from preconcerted artifice, and, finding Laura alone, approached the sofa where she was sitting, with the air of one confident of a welcome. Upon her side, the greeting was rather formal; but seeming not to notice this, he urged conversation with all the address and fluency of which he was so capable. Dexterously approximating the cause of his solicitude, after much circumlocution, he ventured to express the hope that "her altered manner proceeded rather from the timidity and hesitation incident to a refined woman about to change her domestic position, than from any doubts of his integrity and esteem;" adding that, "as their union had been long deferred, he trusted that she would no further procrastinate their mutual happiness." Laura beheld him with an eye black and flashing as a storm-cloud; and, rising from the sofa, her tall and symmetrical figure strained to its utmost height, and enlarged by emotion, her expressive features flushed with anger, and eliminating scorn and aversion, stood before him, to trans-sex a Latin appellation, like a "Juno Tonans." "Never, sir," she exclaimed, "can I yield my hand to a man who persists in shrouding himself with mystery, and has not confidence sufficient in my affection to acknowledge an error." "For Heaven's sake, Laura," cried Barton, struggling to mask his perturbation, "what mystery?what error?" "because," and he counterfeited ingenuous laughter, "because I lost it, and was ashamed to confess my carelessness!" "Indeed, sir," rejoined Laura, piercing his mendacious spirit with a glance, “you are merry over an incident which dissolves our intimacy for ever! I have a trifle which must be returned to the donor," and she moved proudly into the next parlour. Before Barton could rally his disordered ideas, he was confronted by Mr. Selden, who led forward Caroline Southmead. Her face was pale, her eyes downcast, and she leaned upon the old gentleman for protection and support. In her hand she carried a superb ring, the jewel of which seemed to quiver sympathizingly with the heart of its trembling bearer. "Henry," said her portly ciceroni, "the girl returns this trinket which you left in her chamber." Barton's face crimsoned with rage and mortification, and essaying neither apology nor reply, he started from his seat and rushed toward the hall. His egress was, however, intercepted by the appearance of Robert Southmead and his companion, who had just been admitted by a servant. "Scoundrel!" vociferated his irritated superior, approaching Snelling with menacing gestures, "to you I am indebted for this exposure and defeat; you have instigated this plot against me, to gratify the malice and falsehood of that Henceforth whining, half-demented creature. your services will not be needed." "But mine may be!" shouted the sailor, interposing between his friend and his accuser, "you tape-measuring milksop!-do you speak of my sister in that way? To the ports, you strangled monkey! you have been among honest fellows long enough;" and so saying he grasped the young merchant by his collar, dragged him towards an opened window, and, in spite of the expostulations of Mr. Selden, the interference of Snelling, and the shrieks of Caroline, hurled him out headlong upon the pavement beneath. Southmead sprang through the window after his prostrate foeman, and would have dealt him even graver punishment, but for some bystanders, who prevented further violence, lifted Barton into a hack, and conveyed him to his lodgings. Although a shilling's worth of plaster and a week of retirement were sufficient to heal his scratches and bruises, yet from that moment his prosperous career was checked, and "Miss Selden, if you please, sir! I have Barton's popularity and fortune rapidly derepeatedly asked you for my handkerchief, and clined. The story was blazoned abroad; envy you answer evasively." and detraction leagued against him; the Selden "Saints and angels !" ejaculated the lover, family, numerous, affluent, and influential, openly, or what was more dangerous, secretly | mercantile compeers obtained a run of lucraconspired for his overthrow; his father became tive custom. alarmed at the magnitude of his operations, and eventually he was compelled to resign his establishment into the hands of another. His death was characteristic of the man. While travelling in Italy he received a pistolball in his brains, fired by a husband, who mistook him for a robber, while ascending a ladder to the lattice of his dormitory. Snelling and Southmead, with the aid of Bob's gold and the liberality of a capitalist, set up a " ship-chandlery," which, through the patronage and efforts of Mr. Selden and his Caroline retired to the country, and after a few years married a middle-aged widower, who had several little scions about him requiring the culture and attention of a mother. Laura felt her disappointment keenly for a season; but as health, youth, and riches, are generally more than equal to the aggressions of sorrow, readers will not be surprised to learn that she was at the last advices affianced to a man of worth and probity, one capable of appreciating her merits, and upon whose arm she can repose with confidence. THE TOWER OF LAHNECK. A PARAPHRASE. BY EDITH MAY. PERCHED on a rock, a river at its base, One fair May afternoon, Through a maze Of matted shrubbery they forced a path They were young and gay, While one, With tears of joyous pride, and outstretched hand, Warning shadows grew A strange dread In a deep trembling, all the ruin seemed Then the German rose, Hiding in her soul Back to the turret's verge, and steadfastly, Nay! upon the path Tracking the mountain, some one stirred beneath, Slowly approaching. Both together leant Over the parapet, and called aloud. Alas! the thin, light air refused to keep Never looked up. But, could their frantic cries They watched the twilight They had strayed far That sunny day; none in the distant town They left behind knew whither, or would think To seek them here. The stars shone thick above; The gloom below was studded here and there Steeds of the eagles." Now bright floods of light Midnight from the skies By the near flight of that unholy bird Swerved and stepped falsely; whether desperate fear Then fixed the wavering purpose in her soul, God saw; but Ida, starting at a shriek That drowned the owl's hoot, only looked to know She was alone. What desolate hours were hers Who knelt down in the starlight, stretching forth Her shuddering arms to Heaven, and from that time Patiently suffered! Was she saved at last?What say the bargemen floating down the Lahn, The boatmen at the ferry, to and fro, Hourly plying; or the rustic groups That loiter as they pass? To their belief, Since from its heights the robber baron swept His hawk's eye o'er the valleys, never foot Has trod the ruined summit. Only once, Albert, the fisher, resting on his oar, After the day's toil, marvelled to discern A wild she eagle, wheeling from the clouds, Sit screaming to her mate with outspread wings, Where the red sunset crowns the Tower of Lahneck. OH! VISIT ME IN DREAMS. BY MISS E. W. BARNES. OFT in my day-dreams, Brother, do I see Of Autumn's requiem o'er her dying flowers, I hear thy sigh, o'er bygone, happy hours; I see thee, and I feel that thou art near, Thy glad laugh weaves its gladness round me still. Would that my visions of the night were blest, Thou, with the shadowy train of loved ones dear, Speak of our blest reunion in that land Where Love shall bind us once more hand in hand. Oh! hover o'er me! Spread your angel wings,- |