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compels all her visitors to yield to her athletic / friends had lost sight of each other for years, and superiority.

now celebrated a joyful reunion. Zumalacarregur A CURIOUS correspondence between Count Bis

. took his friend into his own tent, entertained bin

with the most cordial hospitality, and after they had marck and the members of a Conservative society in Pomerania is published by the Vossische Zeitung.

related to each other their mutual experiences, the This society asked the Count for an explanation of

Carlist general said: his conduct, first, in abandoning the Conservative

“Your captivity will not last long, my dear party ; second, in allowing himself to be photo

friend; I am about to send off to-day a flag of truce graphed along with Malle. Lucca; and third, in

to the general of the Christinos, to negotiate an er. having ceased to go to church. The Count at once

| change of prisoners, so that you may expect to-mor gave a categorical reply, with many thanks for the

row to be again at liberty." frankness with which his “ dear friends” had ad

The officer was accordingly despatched with the (lressed him. In regard to the first point, Count

flag of truce, and proceeded on his mission to the Bismarck says that people at a distance cannot

head-quarters of the Christinos general. The latter, judge of the circumstances which must necessarily

however, a brutal and impolitic man, replied to the influence the political conduct of a statesman ; that

proposal of the envoy, “ I will show you how I treat he must act for the good of the country, whose

with rebels !” and forthwith caused all the Carla destinies have been placed in his hands; and that if

prisoners in his hands to be led out and shot dori his correspondents knew how difficult it is to adopt

before the eyes of the officer, who, outraged by this the right course, and how heavy a burden rests on

barbarity, returned immediately to his chief. his shoulders, they would acquit him of wilful de

On the following morning Zumalacarreguy en sertion of his party. In explanation of the second

tered his tent with evident embarrassment depicted point, the Count reminds his correspondents of the

in his countenance, and found his prisoner at breaklengthy negotiations which led to the convention of

fast, comfortably regaling himself with his cup of Gastein. « At one time,” he says, “matters camel

chocolate. Zumalacarreguy took his seat opposite to a dead lock, and life became so insufferably

him in silence.

“ What is the matter? ” asked O'Donne tedious that I did not know how to kill time. I went for a walk, met Malle. Lucca, whom I knew, In

“ Have you slept badly, was your chocolate burrt, and suggested to her that she should relieve the

or whatever else has bappened to you? You louk tediousness of our existence by giving a concert.

immensely disturbed about something." • Perhaps I will,' she answered; but only on one

“Good heavens, yes!” replied the Carlist, “I condition.' "And what may that be?' That your

am, indeed, troubled enough, for I have bad news to Excellency will allow yourself to be photographed

| tell you. The general of the Christinos has had ! along with me.' "With pleasure,' I answered; and

his prisoners shot before the very face of my flag of this was the origin of the picture. I now leave it

truce, and now I feel myself compelled to make it to you to judge whether you should cast a stone at

prisals. In an hour's time, therefore, you will have me on this account." As for the Count's non-ap-||

to be shot along with the other prisoners, however pearance at church, he explains that his doctor for

much it will pain me." bids him to attend divine service, as he has become

O'Donnell received this announcement calms, so exhausted through working night after night that

and replied, “Well, that is a matter of course, 80 he is not equal to the effort. He adds that he feels you nesu

you need have no further scruples about it. Yoc this to be a great privation, and often prays in his

cannot do otherwise, I would act in the same way own room for guidance as to what is best for the

| myself. Only give me a couple of cigarettes and

writing materials, so that I may write a letter, which fatherland.

I will trust to your taking care of afterwards —" In view of the recent decease of the Spanish As he was finishing his letter, the guard came to Marsbal O'Donnell (we translate from the Garten- lead out the prisoners. O'Donnell rose to his feet. laube), a few particulars concerning his family may shook Zumalacarreguy by the hand, lit another not be uninteresting to our readers. The O'Don- cigarette, and walked off to be shot! nell family, as the prefix O' leads one to expect, came originally from Ireland. Three brothers of the name left their native island to seek fortune in

WAGES. Spain. Only one, however, met with success. The eldest gained no distinction. The second was the GLORY of warrior, glory of orator, glory of song lately deceased Duke of Tetuan, whose brilliant Paid with a voice that will pass to be lost in so political and military career is well known. The endless sea youngest brother, a man of dauntless courage, had Glory of Virtue, to fight, to struggle, to right toe before him perhaps even as signal a career as that wrong — of his elder brotber, had it not been cut short almost Nay, but she aim'd not at glory, no lover of glory at the outset. It is of this last brother that the following story is told :

Give her the glory of going on, and still to be. At the time of the War of the Succession in Spain, the young O'Donnell had declared for the | The wages of sin is death : if the wages of Virtue faction of the infant Isabella, and belonged to the

be dust, party which was called the “Christinos." In one would she have heart to endure for the hile of the numerous skirmishes of the guerilla warfare, the worm and the fly? which was carried on between the rival factions, he She desires no isles of the blest, no quiet seats of lui was taken prisoner by the famous “ Carlist” leader just, Zumalacarreguy. O'Donnell regarded this, how To rest in a golden grove, or to bask in a summer ever, almost as a piece of good luck, for Zumalacarreguy was an old friend of his youth, and whilom Give her the wages of going on, and not to die. classmate in one of the military schools. The two!



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| lays. For instance, he had averaged the Shannon's

| previous performances, and had calculated on her Our scene now changes from the wild ocean and arrival too nicely. She was a fortnight overdue, its perils, to a snug room in Fenchurch Street; the and that delay brought peril. inner office of Wardļaw and Son: a large apartment, He had also counted upon getting news of the panelled with fine old mellow Spanish oak; and all Proserpine. But not a word had reached Lloyd's the furniture in keeping; the carpet, a thick Ax- as yet. minster of sober colors; the chairs, of oak and mo- At this very crisis came the panic of '66. Overrocco, very substantial; a large office-table, with end and Gurney broke; and Wardlaw's experience oaken legs like very columns, substantial ; two Mil- led him to fear that, sooner or later, there would be ner safes; a globe of unusual size, with a handsome a run on every bank in London. Now he had bortent over it, made of roan leather, figured ; the walls rowed £80,000 at one bank, and $35,000 at another: hung with long oak boxes, about eight inches broad, and, without his ships, could not possibly pay a quarcontaining rolled maps of high quality, and greatter of the money. If the banks in question were dimensions; to consult which, oaken sceptres tipped run upon, and obliged to call in all their resources, with brass hooks stood ready: with these, the great his credit must go, and this, in his precarious posimaps could be drawn down and inspected; and, on tion, was ruin. being released, flew up into their wooden boxes He had concealed his whole condition from his again. Besides these were hung up a few drawings, father, by false book-keeping. Indeed, he bad only representing outlines, and inner sections, of vessels : two confidants in the world; poor old Michael Penand, on a smaller table, lay models, almanacs, etc. fold, and Helen Rolleston's portrait; and even to The great office-table was covered with writing ma- these two he made half confidences. He dared not terials and papers, all but a square space enclosed tell either of them all he had done, and all he was with a little silver rail, and inside that space lay a going to do. purple morocco case about ten inches square; it was His redeeming feature was as bright as ever. He locked, and contained an exquisite portrait of Helen still loved Helen Rolleston with a chaste, constant, Rolleston.

and ardent affection that did him honor. He loved This apartment was so situated, and the frames of money too well : but he loved Helen better. In all the plate glass windows so well made and substan- his troubles and worries, it was his one consolation, tial, that, let a storm blow a thousand ships ashore, to unlock her portrait, and gaze on it, and purify it could not be felt, nor heard, in Wardlaw's inner bis soul for a few minutes. Sometimes be would office.

apologize to it, for an act of doubtful morality. But appearances are deceitful; and who can “How can I risk the loss of you?” was his favorite wall out a sea of troubles, and the tempests of the excuse. No: he must have credit. He must have mind ? :

money. She must not suffer by his past impruThe inmate of that office was battling for his com dences. They must be repaired, at any cost --- for mercial existence, under accumulated difficulties and her sake. dangers. Like those who sailed the Proserpine's It was ten o'clock in the morning : Mr. Penfold long-boat, upon that dirty night, which so nearly was sorting the letters for his employer, when a swamped her, his eye had now to be on every wave, buxom young woman rushed into the outer office, and the sheet forever in his hand.

crying " O Mr. Penfold !” and sank into a chair, His measures had been ably taken; but, as will breathless. happen when clever men are driven into a corner, “Dear heart ! what is the matter now?” said the he had backed events rather too freely against time; old gentleman. had allowed too slight a margin for unforeseen del “I have had a dream, sir : I dreamed I saw Joe Wylie out on the seas, in a boat; and the wind it! While he was writing them, he received a visitor was a blowing and the sea a roaring to that degree or two, whom he despatched as quickly as his letas Joe looked at me, and says he, Pray for me, ters. Nancy Rouse.' “ So I says, 'O dear, Joe, what is He was writing his last letter, when he beard in the matter ? and whatever is become of the Pros- the outer office a voice he thought he knew. He erpine?'

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District of Massachusetts.

got up and listened. It was so. Of all the voices is. Gone to Hell !' says he; which he knows I in the city, this was the one it most dismayed bin object to foul language. “Gone there -'says to hear, in his office, at the present crisis. he, . and I am sailing in her wake. O pray for me, He listened on, and satisfied himself that a fatal Nancy Rouse!' With that, I tries to pray in my blow was coming. He then walked quietly to his dream, and screams instead, and wakes myself. O table, seated himself, and prepared to receive the Mr. Penfold, do tell me, have you got any news of stroke with external composure. the Proserpine this morning?"

Penfold announced, “ Mr. Burtenshaw." " What is that to you ? " inquired Arthur Ward- “ Show him in,” said Wardlaw, quietly. law, who had entered just in time to hear this last Mr. Burtenshaw, one of the managers of No query.

land's bank, came in, and Wardlaw motioned him " What is it to me!” cried Nancy, firing up;“ it courteously to a chair, while he finished his letzat, , is more to me, perhaps, than it is to you, for that which took only a few moments. matter."

While he was sealing it, he half turned to be Penfold explained, timidly, “Sir, Mrs. Rouse is visitor, and said, “No bad news? Morland's is my landlady."

safe, of course." " Which I have never been to church with any “Well," said Burtershaw," there is a run upon man yet of the name of Rouse, leastways, not in my our bank, - a severe one. We could not hope to waking hours," edged in the lady.

escape the effects of the panic. * Miss Rouse, I should say," said Penfold, apol. He then, after an uneasy pause, and with appaogizing. “I beg pardon, but I thought Mrs. might ent reluctance, added, “I am requested by the other sound better in a landlady. Please, sir, Mr. Wylie, directors to assure you it is their present extremity the mate of the Proserpine, is her - her – sweet alone, that — in short, we are really compelled to heart."

beg you to repay the amount advanced to you by “ Not he. Leastways, he is only on trial, after a the bank.” manner."

Wardlaw showed no alarm, but great surprise “Of course, sir -- only after a manner,” added This was clever; for he felt great alarm, and no Penfold, sadly perplexed. “Miss Rouse is incapa- surprise. ble of anything else. But, if you please m'm, Il "The £81,000," said he. “Why, that advance don't presume to know the exact relation”; - and was upon the freight of the Proserpine. Forty-five then with great reserve -" but, you know you are thousand ounces of gold. She ought to be here by anxious about him."

this time. She is in the Channel at this moment Miss Rouse sniffed, and threw her nose in the air, no doubt.” - as if to throw a doubt even on that view of the “Excuse me; she is overdue, and the under matter.

| writers uneasy. I have made inquiries." “Well, madam,” says Wardlaw, “I am sorry to " At any rate, she is fully insured, and you holi say I can give you no information. I share your the policies. Besides, the name of Wardlaw a anxiety, for I have got £160,000 of gold in the ship. your books should stand for bullion." You might inquire at Lloyd's. Direct her there, Burtenshaw shook his head. "Names are at a Mr. Pentold, and bring me my letters.”

| discount to-day, sir. We can't pay you down on ! With this he entered his inner office, sat down, the counter. Why, our depositors look cross * took out a golden key, opened the portrait of Helen, Bank of England notes." gazed at it, kissed it, uttered a deep sigh, and pre-! To an inquiry, half ironical, whether the mana pared to face the troubles of the day.

gers really expected him to find £81,000 cash, ata * Penfold brought in a leathern case, like an enor- few hours' notice, Burtenshaw replied, sorrowfalls. mous bill-book : it had thirty vertical compart- that they felt for his difficulty whilst deploring the ments : and the names of various cities and sea-own; but that, after all, it was a debt: ani. ports, with which Wardlaw and Son did business, short, if he could find no means of paying it, as were printed in gold letters on some of these com- must suspend payment for a time, and issue a star partments; on others, the names of persons; and ment-andon two compartments, the word “ Miscellaneous." He hesitated to complete his sentence, and Wan Michael brought this machine in, filled with a cor- law did it for him. respondence, enough to break a man's heart to look “ And ascribe your suspension to my inabunya at.

refund this advance ? " said he, bitterly. This was one of the consequences of Wardlaw's "I am afraid that is the construction år position. He durst not let his correspondence be bear.” read, and filtered, in the outer office : he opened Wardlaw rose, to intimate he had no mort the whole mass; sent some back into the outer say, office : then touched a hand-bell, and a man Burtenshaw, however, was not disposed to emerged from the small apartment adjoining his without some clear understanding. May Igre own. This was Mr. Atkins, his shorthand writer. shall hear from you, sir?" He dictated to this man some twenty letters,

“Yes." which were taken down in shorthand; the man re- And so they wished each other good morning tired to copy them, and write them out in duplicate and Wardlaw sapk into his chair. from his own notes, and this reduced the number to In that quiet dialogue, ruin had been in seven : these Wardlaw sat down to write, himself, and received without any apparent agitation: and lock up the copies.

and worse than ruin — exposure.


Morland's suspension, on account of money lost! “I am sure I don't know. What does it matter, ? by Wardlaw and Son, would at once bring old Ward- | Yes, I do know. It was settled months ago that he law to London, and the affairs of the firm would be and Helen should come to me at Elm-trees, so I was investigated, and the son's false system of book- the proper person to telegraph. I'll go and meet keeping be discovered.

them at the station; there is plenty of time. But, I He sat stupefied a while, then put on his hat, and say, Arthur, have you seen the papers ? Bartley rushed to his solicitor; on the way, he fell in with a Brothers obliged to wind up. Maple and Cox, of great talker, who told him there was a rumor the Liverpool, gone; Atlantic trading. Terry and Shannon was lost in the Pacific.

Brown, suspended, International credit gone. Old At this he nearly fainted in the street; and his friends, some of these. Hopley and Timms, railfriend took him back to his office in a deplorable way contractors, failed, sir; liabilities, seven huncondition. All this time he had been feigning anx-dred thousand pounds and more.” iety about the Proserpine, and concealing bis real “Yes, sir,” said Arthur, pompously : “1866 will anxiety about the Shannon. To do him justice, he long be remembered for its revelations of commerlost sight of everything in the world now but Helen. cial morality.” He sent old Penfold in hot haste to Lloyd's, to in- The old gentleman, on this, asked his son, with quire for news of the ship; and then he sat down excusable vanity, whether he had done ill in steering sick at heart; and all he could do now was to open clear of speculation; he then congratulated him on her portrait, and gaze at it through eyes blinded having listened to good advice, and stuck to legitiwith tears. Even a vague rumor, which he hoped mate business. “I must say, Arthur,” added he, might be false, had driven all his commercial ma- “your books are models for any trading firm." neuvres out of him, and made all other calamities Arthur winced in secret, under this praise, for, it seem small.

occurred to him, that in a few days his father would And so they all are small, compared with the discover those books were all a sham, and the acdeath of the creature we love.

counts a fabrication. While he sat thus, in a stupor of fear and grief, However, the unpleasant topic was soon interrupthe heard a well-known voice in the outer office; ed, and effectually, too; for Michael looked in, with and, next after Burtenshaw's, it was the one that an air of satisfaction on his benevolent countenance, caused him the most apprehension. It was his and said, “ Gentlemen, such an arrival! Here is father's.

Miss Rouse's sweetheart, that she dreamed was Wardlaw senior rarely visited the office now; drowned.” and this was not his hour. So Arthur knew some- “What is the man to me?” said Arthur, peevishthing extraordinary had brought him up to town. ly. He did not recognize Wylie under that title. And he could not doubt that it was the panic, and “La, Mr. Arthur! why he is the mate of the that he had been to Morland's, or would go there Proserpine,” said Penfold. in course of the day; but, indeed, it was more prob- “What! Wylie! Joseph Wylie ? ” cried Arable that he had already heard something, and was thur, in a sudden excitement, that contrasted come to investigate.

strangely with his previous indifference. Wardlaw senior entered the room.

"What is that?” cried Wardlaw senior; "the “Good morning, Arthur,” said he. « I've got Proserpine; show him in at once.” good news for you."

Now this caused Arthur Wardlaw considerable Arthur was quite startled by an announcement anxiety; for obvious reasons he did not want his that accorded so little with his expectations.

father and this sailor to exchange a word togeth“ Good news for me” said he, in a faint, in- er. However, that was inevitable now: the door credulous tone.

opened, and the bronzed face and sturdy figure of “Ay, glorious news! Have n't you been anxious Wylie, clad in a rough pea-jacket, came slouching about the Shannon ? I have; more anxious than I in. would own."

| Arthur went hastily to meet him, and gave him Arthur started up. “ The Shannon! God bless an expressive look of warning, even while he welyou, father."

comed him in cordial accents. She lies at anchor in the Mersey,” roared the “Glad to see you safe home," said Wardlaw seold man, with all a father's pride at bringing such nior. good news. “Why, the Rollestons will be in Lon- “Thank ye, guv'nor,” said Wylie. “Had a don at 2.15. See, here is his telegram."

squeak for it, this time." At this moment, in ran Penfold, to tell them that ** Where is your ship?”. the Shannon was up at Lloyd's, had anchored off! Wylie shook his head sorrowfully.“ Bottom of Liverpool last night.

the Pacific.” There was hearty shaking of hands, and Arthur “Good heavens! What; is she lost ? ” Wardlaw was the happiest man in London - for a

| “That she is, sir : foundered at sea, 1,200 miles little while.

from the Horn, and more." “ Got the telegram at Elm-trees, this morning, “And the freight? the gold ?” put in Arthur, and came up by the first express," said Wardlaw with well-feigned anxiety. senior.

“Not an ounce saved,” said Wylie, disconsolately. The telegram was from Sir Edward Rolleston. “ A hundred and sixty thousand pounds gone to the "Reached Liverpool last night; will be at Euston, bottom." two-fifteen."

“Good heavens." “Not a word from her !” said Arthur.

“ Ye see, sir," said Wylie, “the ship encountered “0, there was no time to write; and ladies do one gale after another, and labored a good deal, first not use the telegram.” He added, slyly, “ Perhaps and last; and we all say her seams must have she thought coming in person would do as well, or opened; for we never could find the leak that sunk better, eh!"

her," and he cast a meaning glance at Arthur “But why does he telegraph you instead of me?" | Wardlaw.



“No matter how it happened,” said the old mer-1 Instantly Wardlaw junior whipped before hir, chant: « are we insured to the full ; that is the first to hide his figure from his retreating father. question ?”

Wylie — who all this time had been sitting silent. “ To the last shilling."

looking from one to the other, and quietly puzzling “ Well done, Arthur.”

out the game, as well as he could — observed this “But still it is most unlucky. Some weeks must movement, and grinned. elapse before the insurances can be realized, and al As for Arthur Wardlaw, he saw his father safe portion of the gold was paid for in bills at short out, then gave a sigh of relief, and walked to be

office table, and sat down, and began to fill in the “ The rest in cash ? "

check. “Cash and merchandise.”

Burtenshaw drew near, and said, “I am in “ Then there is the proper margin. Draw on my structed to say that fifty thousand pounds on a private account, at the Bank of England.”

count will be accepted.” These few simple words showed the struggling Perhaps if this proposal had been made a fer young merchant a way out of all his difficulties. seconds sooner, the ingenious Arthur would have

His heart leaped so, he dared not reply, lest he availed himself of it: but, as it was, he preferred to should excite the old gentleman's suspicions. take the high and mighty tone. “I decline any

But, ere he could well draw his breath, for joy, concession," said he. “Mr. Penfold, take this check came a freezer.

to the Bank of England. £81,647 10s. that is the “Mr. Burtenshaw, sir."

amount, capital and interest, up to noon this day: “ Bid him wait,” said Arthur aloud, and cast a hand the sum to Mr. Burtenshaw, taking his receipt, look of great anxiety on Penfold, which the poor old or, if be prefers it, pay it across his counter, to by man, with all his simplicity, comprehended well credit. That will perhaps arrest the run." encugh.

Burtenshaw stammered out his thanks. "Burtenshaw, from Morland's. What does he Wardlaw cut him short. “Good morning, sir," want of us?” said Wardlaw senior, knitting his said he. “I have business of importance. Good brows.

day," and bowed him out. Arthur turned cold all over. “Perhaps to ask « This is a Highflyer," thought Burtenshaw. me not to draw out my balance. It is less than usus Wardlaw then opened the side door, and called al: but they are run upon; and, as you are good his shorthand writer. enough to let me draw on you, — by the by, per- “Mr. Atkins, please step into the outer office haps you will sign a check before you go to the and don't let a soul come in to me. Mind, I am 00

for the day. Except to Miss Rolleston and ber “How much do you want?”

father.” “I really don't know, till I have consulted Pen- He then closed all the doors, and sunk exhansted fold : the gold was a large and advantageous pur- into a chair, muttering, " Thank Meaven! I have chase, sir.”

got rid of them all for an hour or two. Nou, “No doubt; no doubt. I'll give you my signa- Wylie.” ture; and you can fill in the amount.”

| Wylie seemed in no hurry to enter upon the reHe drew a check in favor of Arthur Wardlaw, quired subject. signed it, and left him to fill in the figures.

Said he evasively, “ Why, guv'nor, it seems He then looked at his watch, and remarked they to me you are among the breakers here, yourwould barely have time to get to the station.

self.” “ Good Heavens!” cried Arthur; "and I can't “Nothing of the sort, if you have managed your go. I must learn the particulars of the loss of the work cleverly. Come, tell me all, before we are Proserpine, apd prepare the statement at once for interrupted again.” the underwriters."

“Tell ye all about it! Why there's part on't "Well, never mind. I can go.”

I am afraid to think on; let alone talk about " But what will she think of me? I ought to be it.” the first to welcome her."

“Spare me your scruples, and give me you "I'll make your excuses.”

facts," said Wardlaw, coldly. “First of all, did “No, no; say nothing: after all it was you who you succeed in shifting the bullion as agreed?" received the telegram: so you naturally meet her; The sailor appeared relieved by this question. but you will bring her here, father: you won't “0, that is all right," said he. "I got the bullion whisk my darling down to Elm-trees, till you have safe aboard the Shannon, marked for lead." blest me with the sight of her.”

“And the lead on board the Proserpine?” "I will not be so cruel, fond lover," said old Wardlaw, laughing, and took up his hat and gloves “Without suspicion ? " to go.

“ Not quite." Arthur went to the door with him, in great anxie “ Great Heaven! Who?”, ty, lest he should question Burtenshaw: but, peer- . “One clerk at the sbipping agent's scented some ing into the outer office, he observed Burtenshaw thing queer, I think. James Seaton. That was IN was not there. Micbael had caught his employer's name he went by." anxious look, and conveyed the Banker into the “ Could he prove anything?" small room, where the shorthand writer was at! “Nothing. "He knew nothing for certain; and work. But Burtenshaw was one of a struggling what he guessed won't never be known in England firm; to him every minute was an hour: he had sat, now.” And Wylie fidgeted in his chair. fuming with impatience, so long as he heard talking Notwithstanding this assurance Wardlaw looked in the inner office; and, the moment it ceased, he grave, and took a note of that clerk's name. Then took the liberty of coming in: so that he opened he begged Wylie to go on. “Give me all the the side door, just as Wardlaw senior was passing details," said he. “Leave me to judge their relative through the centre door.

value. You scuttled the ship?"

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