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About The Oregon scout. (Union, Union County, Or.) 188?-1918 | View Entire Issue (April 17, 1886)
Wt1 roituvrn. Tlio wild world linRtcns on Its wny; Tlie gray-haired century nenrs its close; Its sorrow deepens day by clay; The Summer bhiHh IorsaIc8 the rose. But, darling, while your voico I lienr, And whilo your dnrk-brown eyes I seo, Bad months and sunlesn, seasons drear, Are all the same, all glad, to inc. Despnlr enn novcr reach mo While your soft hand I hold; While your o.vcs lovo and teach me, 1 never shall grow olui They"sny that lovo forenkcB tho old; That passion pales and fades away; That oven lovo's bricl.t locks of cold Slust looso their charm and change to grny. But, dnrling, while your heart is mlno, And while I feel that you nro true, Tor mo tho skies will ever shino With Summer light and tondercst blue. Yes, lot old ago derido met I scorn his mocking tonguo. Dear love, witli you besido me, I am forovor youngl Bclgravia. HER IIUSBAKD. Good Amoricnns, when thoy die, go to Paris. IJion! My terrestrial para diso is Brussels Lcs Briixellcs with itssombrcglory of mcdiraval grandeur, relieved by tho Hashing brilliancy of its gny boutiques; its host of warriors in dazzling uniforms; its capotcd priests; its round-armed Flemish bonne3 beneath whoso abbreviated petticoats tho littlo feet, Rlioa in wooden sabots, patter merry music on tho pavement. This bijou Paris is a dream to me, glorified by tho remembrance that hero I fell down metaphorically and worshipped tho sweetest ideal of wom anhood a painter's brain could picturo Maria Wigson. I grant that Maria is not a roman tic nanio; that Wigson does not sug gest poetic surroundings and blue blooded refinement; hue bless you, that tall, graceful girl with the dreamy brown eyes would have doubled-dis-counted theproudest princess inChrist endom. I sat opposite to her one fatal day at tho table- d'hoto of tho hotel do 1' Europe, and forthwith collapsed, with out an effort to suvo myself from my fate. Beforo tho fish and soup were re moved, J felt tho thrilling influence of hor presence; with tho entrements I reached a seventh heaven of adora tion; and when tho tasso of black cof fee with a dash of cognac in it arrived I laid tho last fragment of niyshutlor ed heart a willing captive to her lovo liness. You may think that I possessed rather a gushing, spooney tempera ment; but you nover knew Maria Wig r on, so I forgive tho hasty insinua tion. Hut I had for a time to confino my expression of admiration to tender glances, for my divinity was hedged in by an insurmountablobarrierin tho shape of a father and mother who wero without exception, tho stillest, starchest specimens of British snobo cracy it was ever my lot to meet. More tinnieetnlilo than icobcrgs,thoy frowned down every approach on my part with an "'aughy haspect" that disdained to scrape acquaintance with a poor devil of a wandering Yankee journalist. To no purpose I bribed tho head waiter to scat mo next to my idol at tho dinner table. 1 could not find protonso or screw up courage for a word. Now on tho Montaigno do la Cieur, tho Stuto street of Brussels, thoro is or was twenty years ago a cigar store, witli an inner sanctum called a divan, tho admission to which was only obtained by introduction a kind of club, where trnvelors met for gos sip. It was much affected by En glfshmen, as all tho London dailies und alleged humorous journals wore on file. Ono day I was just issuing from this temple of Nicotes, and had just stop ped to light my cigar at a t torch held by a bronze imago of CurJid' near tho door, when my head camo in contact with that of a young man whom Iliad not noticed, but who at the samo mo ment bent forward with similar in tent. I apologized. "An," ho said, speaking wilhaslight French accent. "It iH nothing. Mon uiour is an Englishman, 1 presume?" "No," I said with a sinilo. "Indeed. You speak tho language very well for a foreigner," ho added, dubiously. "Thero is another land than Eng land where that language is spoken. In tho States wo think that " "Oh, you aro an Amorican?" ho in torruped. "I am really glad to meet you. A fow years ago 1 was for a short timo in your land. As wo wero talking wo drifted up tho hill toward tho peak. Ho spoko with admiration concern ing what ho had seen in my country, and I saw that ho was a keen observ er. Whilo generally complimentary, hiH ronmrkB wero spiced with a run ning criticism, which was often based on erroneous impressions, and under whoso asceticism I winced, especially us ho had an otl-haud manner of op posing my roinonstrancos with a shrug of tho khouldcrs, which meant so much, but was unanswerable. But when ho canio to decry my typo ol all human perfection, tho American girl, I fairly boiled over with indigna tion. Ho granted that thoy, my countrywomen, wero protty, viva cious, fascinating,, but in tho samo breath claimed that thoy wero artifi cial in manner, and unballasted with tho homo loving virtue of tho Euro pean maiden. "I found them vory chnrming," ho paid, frankly, "but superficial and with an undue appreciation of rank and riches." "Sir," I said indignantly, wo nro a democratic people. If thero is ono thing on which wo prldo ourselves more than another, it is tho simplici ty of our social institutions. Bank has no esteem with us; nnd, nafor ducation, our girls enjoy tho same privilege? as our boys the best that modern thought can modernize." His exasperating answer was a shrug. I could have struck him; but, after all, you can not tery well knock a man down for simply humping his shoulders. "Pardon mo, Monsieur," I said hot ly. "You have never met tho best typo of tho American girl. Democratic as wo are, a foreigner traveling through our country has littlo chanco of gain ing an cntreo into our best families." "You have a best, then? Nay, you aro wrong. I movea in tho highes" social circle." "So you taught yourself to believe. Not tho only error you made." And with this parting shot, I raised my hat and turned in at tho door of my hotel, which we had just reached. Tho next day was big with event. A grand review of tho troops was to bo hold in tho Champs Efysce. All was bustlo and animation, and every vchiclo which could run on wheels had been pressed into tho service of tho host of visitors in tho gay capital. There, at the door of the hotel, in abject helplessness, stood tho Wig Bons, vainly trying, as once on tho very same spot did Becky Sharp's enemy, tho uucness, to maKo uic na tives understand that they wanted a carriage. J'upa and mamma wero fuming and Hushed, at their wits' end what to do, while in tho background stood my angel in a ravishing bonnet, half pouting, half smiling at tho ex igencies of tlio dilemma,. I saw my opportunity aim Beizeu it. "Can I," I said, bowing low, "bo of courso servico as an interpreter Ul you want to go to tho review?" Wigson hero assured mo thoy did. "There is no chanco of securing a carnage,' i continued, "init tho wane through the porto du Scharbeck is pleasant and tho distance not great. If you will walk, I shall bo proud to conduct you thero." My coup was effective. The old peo ple, with a 8.taro of blank despond ency, as though tho alternato was crushing, gazed at tho jostling crowd, and accepted mo with much tho sort of expression as if I had presented thorn with a box of pills to swallow. Wo started. I could not, however, engineer a teto-a-teto with Maria, but I got a chance to niiiko myself solid with mainina, into whoso ears I pour ed tho grateful incenso of a hundred llatteries. AL last wo reached a snot which commanded a grand view of the proces sion, and I suggested that wo should einuin there for a while and sec it hie past. It was a beautiful sight. Littlo as tho "bravo Beige" distinguished him self on the field of Waterloo, when the Iron Duko unceremoniously ordered his dragoons to withdraw, ho makes a bristling show at a martial parade. Infantry and artillery marched past us. Now comes a fanfare of t rumpcts.and a glittering group of horsemen appear. Itis Gen Trcntinck, who approaches with the king's two sons on either side followed by his staff. Every hat is oil'. Loud voices ring on tho air. Ladies wavo their flutter ing kercliiefs, and bright smiles greet them on all sides. Just as tho cortege approaches us a broken-down gun wagon causes a halt. Can I believe my eyes? There, rid ing at the right of the gray-haired vet eran, is tho handsome young crown prince, tho Due do Drabant; and, as I live, the same gallant cavalier is none other than the impetuous stranger I met at tho cigar divan tho very gold en youth 1 had told ho didn't move in good societ y. 1 caught his cyo, and, with a blush, bowed. Then out cropped tho gentle nature of that, scion of ono of tho noblest races of llurope. "You here?" hesaid graciously, lean ing forward in his saddle. 1 hope you will enjoy tho review and carry agood account of us homo." It was worth a year's lifo to seo the faces of tho Wigsons. Wonder, awe, envy paralizcd them. Hero was a voungnian they had hesitated to know, hand in glove with tho heir to the throne of Belgium. "Your Highness," I stammered; "I nm sure your troops will acquit them selves with credit." It was a stupid, inano remark, but to tell tho trui h I was in nearly as big a fluster as my Brummagem friend. "llavo you tho entreo to tho grand stand?" tho Prince continued. "No, sir." Ho beckoned to an aide-de-camp, whispered some instruction, and then, with a pleasant nod passed on. I do not believe the Wigsons know whother they wero walking on their heads or their heels, as wo followed tho dismounted officer to that holy ol holies, tho long, spacious gallery re served for persons a bout tho court, and distinguished visitors. Harlequin touches with his magic wand and all is changed. This pretty piece of princely condescension had metamorphosed a vagrant nobody into a hero. Those Wigsons literally groveled. They cringed, wriggled and squirmed in the ccstacy of their ad miration. 1 do not know but that ovon Maria's supeib beauty paled in tho shadow of their vulgar servility; but, if so, tho spell was only lilted for a moment. Tho more 1 saw of tho mamma tho less 1 liked her. So even under tho charm of my infatuation, I could not but npprociu'o tho affliction of a mother-in-law who called a horse "a orso," and who looked down from hor gilded heights on tho profession ot lit erature as a forlorn refuge for tho des titute. 1 But Maria was charming. ' What if her papa did cut with his kuile, and mistake his dinner napkin for a pockot handkei chief? Would not tho "rolling forties" of tho Athintio rago between us if I could only win that dainty damsel for my brido? Aft or tho oi hit of tho review day op portunities to press my suit wero as Blentiful as sheaves in harvest timo. arrhigo parties wero gotten up solely in my honor. Dainty missives on tinted paper with a llorid crest im printed thereon, reached me almost utiily, which informed mo that "Mr. j and Mrs. Groffin Wigson present their compliments to Mr. Scribbler, and wo Bhall be glad to receive you in our apartments this evening." Ono thing was soon npparent. They wero hungering niter society, at hirst for blue blood, and they looked on me as ono especially detailed by Provi dence to break down tho barriers and lead them into the Elysian fields of fushionablo life. Nover a day passed at tho table d' hoto that my p'rospectivo mother-in-law forgot to send tho color mantling to my temples by inquiring in a loud voice, so that all around might hear, after my dear friend, "'is 'ighness." Twice sho introduced mo to travel ing plutocratcs, sui generis, and each timo added in a stago whisper, "a friend of tho crown prince. Very liar istocratic, though ho does como from thoso 'orrid sta tes." At last the go.'den moment camo. Ono dowy eve, in tho delicious twi light, I was permitted to escort the fair Maria to a vesper servico at tho Cathedral of the St. Gudule. We passed through tho brilliant Gulerio St. Hubert into tho sombro precincts of tho sacred building, whoso hallowed arches towered above our head. It was an epic poem of archi tecture, a dream in stone. What heart would not be softened by such a scene? Surely not hers, wliosi fair face gazed in rapture like that ofsoino Madonna. Then, when from the choir poured forth a flood of melody, now joyously exalting, and anon floating in shadowy cadences into tho far recesses of that noblo pile, it thrilled my soul; and, from tho trembling of the tiny hand that rested on my arm, I knew that my sweet companion's emotions were stirred to their lowest depths. Now, if ever, was tho timo to speak. So, when wo passed out, softened and subdued, into the stilly night, I led her up tho quaint, gabled street towards tho park, a route that would bo least frequented at that hour. But just as wo turned tho corner into tho avenue of Elms, the appari tion of Mrs. Wigson stood before us. "Quick! Maria, quick! she gasped, half breathless with haste. 'John came by the tidal boat. Ho's in tho parlor with your pa." With a little cry of delight, tho girl flew from my side, and before I could recover from surprise, had vanished into tho distant gloom. "Mrs. Wigson," I stammered, "what docs this mean? Has your daughter lost her senses? Who is this mystic John?" Years havo rolled by, yefc I can still see that awful woman as she stood in tho moonlight, tho night breozo lifting tho streaming scarlet ribbons of her bonnet, whilo from her lips fell tho words that frozo my blood: " 'Er 'usband!' Chicago Tribune. Ssiyingf.s of Tattle Ones. "Tho Children's Chitchat" in tho New Moon contains some amusing sayings by the littlo ones. A fow examples aregiven: "Well, my young liow would you like "Oh, liko papa's," gentleman, and your hair cut?" please with a littlo round hole at tho top." Grandpa: "Toll me, Kthol, why do you have six buttons on your gloves?" Ethel: "Yes, grandpa, dear, I will tell you. Tlio reason is, if I had seven buttons, or five, they would not match the six buttonholes." Ho was a persistent littlo boy who told his mother, who thought ho was too young to wear trousers, that "ho would bo willing to go without pock els if ho only could wear something that had legs." A small boy, tho son of a clergyman in this state, was one night addressing the iol petition to his -Maker: "O gifted heard lowing God, bless please bless mamma and. pleaso papa; hut tho less you have to do with Aunt Maria tho better. Allien." "Mamma what does it mean when it says, 'The shades of night were falling fast'?" You should try and figure out thoso things for yourself, Johnny." "1 know now. It means when sister Jane pulls down tho parlor blinds, then Gus Smith conies in to spend tlio evening, eh?" Mrs. Jones "Did you tako Johnny to school, Jeremiah?" Mr. Jones "I did. An excellent school it is, Matil da. The scholars aro models of de port inont; tho curriculum is first class.and the professor nnmn of ability. At least, that is tho way ho struck mo." Johnny (with a groan) "You ought to have stayed about an hour, and seen how ho struck mo." Romance of Cliuniler Kuin Chow der. Chunder Ram Chowder, tho revered and holy Marmalade of Dowwallagal la, when a young prince, was enamored of a beautiful girl, the deaughter of a merchant. Ho pawned his dress suit, and for three days fed tho object of his lovo with ice cream and caramels. At tho end of this short siego, having persuaded her that his facilities wero unequalod for continuing to supply her with unlimited quantities of cara mels and ice cream for an indefinite period, sho yielded and agreed to do part with him to tho wilderness. That night, whilo tho prince was loi tering under her window with a ladder, her father appeared and kicked him clear over the top of a groveof banyan trees, and when he came down a bull dog as big as a yearlingcalf, was wait ing for him, and sat down with him to a plain but substantial luncheon, at which, however, tho princoatonothing. Tho next morning, on his way to the hospital, the beautiful girl met him and said reproachfully, "Last night you were to lly with me." "Ah, yes," repli ed Chunder Bam Chowder, "but last night your father was too fly forme." Ho then entered the convent of Haddiv Null Ghaug, who took upon them selves vows of celibacy and wore sheet iron trousers; nor did he again see his charmer until live years afterward, when ho met hor at the funeral of her third husband, tho other two having been divorced. Burdetto in Brook lyn Eagle. A TINY SHOE. They found him by the roadside dead, A ragged tramp unknown; His fnee upturned in mute despair, Ills helpless arm? out thrown. The lark nbove him sang a song Of greeting to the day, The breeze blew fresh and sweet and stirred His hair In wanton play. They found no clue to home or name. Hut tied with n ribbon blue They found a package and it held A baby's tiny shoe. Half worn and old, a button off, It seemed a sacred thing; With reverence they wrapped it close And tied the faded string. And laid It on the peaceful breast That kept the secret well; And God will know and understand The story It will tell. Of happy times and peaceful home That dead tramps sometime knew, Whoc only relic left hlra was The baby's tiny shoe. An te ki rtt. A SEQUEL TO MATH IAS SANDORF. 33y .Ttale.s "Veinie, AUTHOR 01 "JOURNEY TO T7IE CENTRE OF TUB EARTH," " TRIP TO THE MOON," "AHOUND THE WOULD IN EIGHTY DAYS," " MICHAEL STR000FF," " TWENTY THOUSAND LEAGUES) UNDER THE SEA," ETC., ET0. Translation copyrighted hy O. IF. Uanna, 19SS, CHAPTER VIII-Continued. Tho Doctor soon discovered that thero wns not a singlo hotel in tho town, nnd ho hud to look about for lodgings. At Inst ho found a houso find obtained a room on tho ground floor in a suffi ciently respectable street. At first it wns arranged that Capo Mutifou should bo boarded by tho proprietor, nnd although tho price charged wns enor mous oa account of his enormous pro portions, tho matter was soon 'satisfac torily settled. Doctor Antekirtt resorvod tho right of taking his meals clscwhero in tho town. In tho morning nfter leaving Capo Mntifou to employ his timo as ho pleased, tho Doctor walked to tho post oflieo for nny letters or telegrams that might bo waiting for him. Thero was nothing there, nnd then he went for a stroll out of tho town. Ho soon found a restaurant patronized by tho better class of tho inhabitants, nnd Austrian officers and officials who looked upon being quartered hero ns eqtiivelnnt to exile, or oven to being in prison. Now, tho Doctor was only waiting for tho moment to act ; and this was his plan, llo had deeidod to kidnap Pierro Bathory. But to tako him away on board tho schooner while sho lay at Ragasa would havo been difficult. Tho young engineer was well known nt Gra vosa, and as publiu attention had been nttrneted to tho Savarena, tho affair even if it succeeded would bo very much noised about. Further, tho yacht being only a Failing vessel, if any steamer went nfter her from tho lmrltor sho would almost bo certain to bo caught. At Cattnro, on tho contrary, Pierro could bo spirited off much more quietly. Nothing would bo easier than to got him there. At a word sent from tho Doctor thero was no doubt but that ho would start immediately. Ho was as unknown at Cattaro as tho Doctor him self, and onco ho was on board tho Electric could speed off" to sea, where ho could bu told tho past lifo of Silas Tor onthal and Suva's imago lionomo effaced by tho remembrance of his father's wrongs. Such was tho Doctor's very simplo plan of campaign. Two or three days nioro and the work would bo accom plished ; Pierre would bo separated for ever from Suva Toronthal. Next day, the lUh of June, arrived a letter from Point Pescade. It reported that there was nothing new nt tho houso in tho Slradone, and that Point I'escado had seen nothing of Pierro sinco tho day I ho had gone to Grnvosa, twelve, hours ' nfter tho schooner sailed. Ho had not left Kagusa, nnd remained nt homo with his mother. Point Pescnde supposed nnd ho was not wrong m doing so that the departure of tho Savarena hnd brought about this change in his habits, for ns soon ius ho hnd found her gono ho had gono home, looking tho picture of despair. Tho Doctor decided to writo nnd invito Pierro Bathory to join him immediately nt Cattnro. But something very unexpected hap pened to change his plans and allow chnnco to iuterveno aud lend to tho same end. About oight o'clock in tho evening tho Doctor wns on tno wharf nt Cattnro when tho mail steamer Saxonia was signalled. Tho Saxonin camo from Brindisi, where sho had put in to tako on a few passengers. Sho was hound for Trieste, calling at Cattaro, Bagusn nnd Znrn, nnd tho other ports on tho Austrinn const of tho Adriatic. The Doctor was standing near tho gangway along which tho people came ashore, when in tho twilight his atten tion was monopolized by otie of tho travelers whoso luggage was Being brought off to tho wharf. Tho man wns about forty, of hnughty even impudont bearing. He gave his orders loudly ; nnd wns evidently ono of thoso porsons who oven when polished show thnt thoy have been badly brought up. "That follow! Hcro-nt Cattiro?" The passenger was Snrcnny. Fifteen years had elapsed since ho had noted as accountant in Zathmar's house. With tho oxceptiou of his clothe ho was still tho ndvonturor wo saw in tho stroots of Trieste- nt tho beginning of this story. Ho wore an elegant traveling suit with a dust coat of the latest fashion, and hia trunks witS their many mouutiucs Doctor A SERVANT ANNOUNCED IN A showed that tho old Tripolitnn broker wns nccustomed to mako himself coin fortnblo. For fifteen years Sarcany lived n lifo of plensuro nnd luxury, thanks to tho fortuno ho had acquired from his slmro of Count Sandorf's wealth. How much was there loft of it ? His best friends, if ho had any, would havo been puzzled to say. Ho had a look of preoccupation, of anxiety oven, tho cause of which was difficult to discover behind tho mask with which ho concealed his trno dis position. " Whero does ho como from ? Where is ho going ?" asked tho Doctor who did not lose sight of him. Whero ho had come from was easily ascertained by asking the purser of tho Saxonia. The passenger had como on board at Brindisi. Did ho como from Upper or Lower Italy ? They did not know. In reality ho had como fro".i Syracuse. On receipt of tho telegram from tho Moor ho had instantly left Sicily for Cattaro. For it was at Cattaro that the woman was waiting to meet him, her mission at Bagusa having apparently como to an end. Tho Moor was thero on tho wharf waiting for the steamer. Tho Doctor noticed her, ho saw Sarcnny walk up to her, ho heard tho words sho said to him in Arabic, and ho understood thorn . "It was timo!" Sareany's reply wns a nod. Then, after seeing his luggago passed by tho Custom Houso officer, ho went off' with the Moor towards the right so ns to go outside tho town. Tho Doctor hesitated for a moment. Was Sarcnny going to escape him? Ought he to follow him? Turning round he saw Capo Mntifou, who was standing gaping at the Saxonia's passengers. He beckoned to him, and ho was at his side in an instant. "Capo Matifou," said he, pointing to Sarcany who was uniting away, "do you seo that man ?" "Yes." " If I tell you to cany him off will you do so ':" "Yes." "And you will givo him something to prevent his getting away if ho resists ?" "Yes." " Bemeniber I want him alivo 1" "Yes." Capo Mntifou wasn man of fow words but ho had the merit of speakicg to tho point. Tho Doctor could depend upon him. What ho received tho order to do, ho would do. Tho Moor could bo seized, gagged, thrown aside in any corner, and before she could givo the alarm Saieauy would bo on board the Electric. Tho darkness, though it was not very profound, would faeilituto matters. Sarcany and the Moor continued their walk round tho town without noticing that they wero being watched and fol lowed. Thoy did not speak to each other. They did not wish to do so until thoy reached soma quiet placo whero they could bo safo from interruption. They reached tho south gate opening on the road which leads from Cattaro to tho mountains on tho Austrian frontier. At this gato is an important market, a bazaar well known to tho Montenegrins. Here they have to transact their business, for thoy nro not nllowod to cuter tho town except in very limited numbers, nnd nfter having left their weapons behind them. On tho Tuesday, Thurs day nnd Saturdny of each week the mountaineers como down from Niegons or Cettinge, having walked for live or eix Hours carrying eggs, potatoes, poul try, and even faggots of considerable weight. This wns a Thursday. A fow groups whoso business had not finished till lato had remained in the bazaar intending; to pass tho night there. Thoro wore about thirty of those mountaineers, moving about nnd chatting nnd disputing, soma stretched on tho ground to sleep, others cooking before n coal lire a small bheep impaled on a wooden spit Albauian fashion. To this plnco ns though it was well known to them camo Snicany and his companion. Thero it would bo easy for them to talk at their ease, and even remniu all night without having to go in eearch of a lodging. Since hor arrival nt Cattaro the Moor had not troubled horsolf about nnother lodging. The Doctor nnd Capo Mntifou followed them iu. ono after the othor. Kara ami i!0 LOUD TONE, "MR. SARCANY. there a fow fires wore smouldering nnd giving but littlo light. Tho Doctor regretted that ho hnd not put his project into execution on his way from tho wharf. But it was now too lato. All that could bo done was to wait till an opportunity presented itself. In anj' case tho boat was moored behind tho rocks less than 200 ynrds from tho bazaar, and about two cable's lengths away lay tho Electric with a small light at the bow to show whero sho was moored. Sarcany nnd tho Moor took up thoir position in a dark corner near a group of mountaineers already asleep. Thero they could talk over their business with out being understood, if tho Doctor wrapped in his traveling cloak had not joined the group without attracting their attention. Mntifou concealed himself ns well as ho could nnd waited ready to obey orders. Sarcany and his companion spoko in Arabic, thinking that no ouo could understand them. Familiar with nil the dialects of Africa' and tho East, ho lost not a word of their conversation. " You got my telegram nt Syracuse?" said the Moor. "Yes, Nnmir," answered Sarcany, "nnd I started next day with Zirouo." "Where is Zirono?" "Near Catania, organising his now ging." "You must get to Eagusa to-morrow mil you must seo Silas Toronthal." " I'll bo there, and I'll seo him 1 You havo not mado a mistake, Nnmir? It was time. " "Yes, the banker's daughter " "Tho banker's daughter!" said Sar cany in such a singular tono that tho Doctor could, not hardly prevent him self from giving a start. "Yes! His daughter!" answered Namir. "What? Does ho nllow her to bo mado love to and w ithou t my permission ?" "Aro you surprised, S.ircany? Nothing is moro certain novertholoss ! But you will bo still nioro surprised when you hear who wishes to bo tho husband of Snva Toronthal !" "Some ruined gentleninn anxious for her father's millions!" "No!" replied Namir. "Butnyoung man of good birth nnd no money !" "And tho name of this fellow?" "Pierro Bathory." ' ' Pierro Bathory !" exclaimed Sarcany. " Pierro Bathory nmrry tho daughter of Silas Toronthal." "Bo calm Sarcany. That tho daugh ter of Silas Toronthal and tho son of Stephen Bathory aro in lovo with each other is no secret from mo! But per haps Sdas Toronthal does not know it," "Does ho not know it ?" "No! And besides ho would novor consent." "I do not know," answered Sarcany. "Toronthal is capable of anything even of consenting to this marriage if it could quiot his conscience, supposing ho has a conscience after these fifteen years. Fortunately hero I am ready to spoil his game, and to-morrow I shall bo at Eagusa," "Good!" said Namir, uho seemed to havo a certain ascendancy over her com panion. "The daughter of Silas Toronthal marries uobody but mo you understand, Namir, nnd with her I will got out of my difficulties ngnin." Tho Doctor had hoard nil ho wnnted. It mattered not whnt olso Sarcany hnd to gay to the Moor. A icoundrel coming to claim n scoun drel's daughter ! Heaven hnd iudeed intervened iu tho work of human justice Henceforth thoro was nothing to fear for Pierro whom this rival was to set aside. Thero was no use, then, iu summoning him to Cettiiro or in attempting to carry off tho man who wished to be Torouthal's son-in-law. "Mny tho wretches mnrry nmong themselves nnd become all the sime family," Fnid tho Doctor. "And then we shall seo." no left, aud beckoned to Mntifou to follow him. Mntifou hnd not nskod why tho Doetor wished him to walk off with tho Saxouin's passenger, and ho did not ask why tho attempt was postponed. Tho next day, Juno 10, at Bagusa, the doors of tho principal drawiug-room at the houso in tho Strndouo were thrown open about half past eight in tboevoning . and a servnut announced in aloud tone "Mr. Sarcany." ITO EE COXTlNllF.ni 4 V i.