it yet; the smart has never for a moment left me, 
but burns upon my face just as hatred for him 
burns upon my heart!” 
“ Oh, Miss Portek,” cried Rosamond, as the 
former ground her teeth together, “don’t look so 
terribly. You frighten me. He struck you, but 
he asked your pardon, sure?” 
“Yes, he pretended to, but I spit at him aud 
bade him leave me forever. His sister tried to 
interfere, but she made the matter worse, and as 
my father was on the eve of embarking for Ameri¬ 
ca, I determined to go home, and when he came, 
tell him the whole and ask him to seek satisfac¬ 
tion from one who had dared to strike his daugh¬ 
ter. Richard made a show of trying to keep me, 
—said we had better live together, and all that, 
while his sister called us two silly children who 
needed whipping. But I did not heed it. I went 
home to Uncle Bertram and waited for my father, 
who never came. He died upon the sea, and I 
was heir of all his vast possessions. Then Rich¬ 
ard made overtures for reconciliation, but I spurn¬ 
ed them all. You’ve heard of t coman-haters, Rosa¬ 
mond— I am a man-hater. I loathe the whole sex, 
Uncle Bertram excepted. My marriage was of 
course a secret in Florida. My servant, who 
knew of it, died soon after my father, and as 
Uncle Bertram kept his own counsel, more than 
one sought my hand, but I turned my back upon 
them all. 
“Four or five years ago he wrote me a letter. 
He was then master of Sunnysitje, for the old man 
left it to him after all. He was lonely there, he 
said, and he asked a reconciliation. Had he never 
struck me, I might have gone, for his letter was 
kindly enough, but the blow was a barrier be¬ 
tween us, so I refused to listen, and exulted over 
the thought of his living there alone all his days 
with the seci'et on his mind. 
“ The sweetest morsel of all in the cup of re¬ 
venge was, however, for a time withheld, but it 
came at last, Rosamond. It came at last. He 
loved a beautiful young girl, and loved her all the 
more that he could not marry her.” 
She drew nearer to Rosamond, who, though still 
unsuspecting, trembled from head to foot with an 
undefinable emotion of coming evil. 
“I saw her, Rosamond; saw this young girl 
with his name upon her lips when wakiDg,- 
dent, and she urged an immediate union. But I 
persisted in writing to my father, who answered 
immediately, forbidding me to think of young 
Dunlap, —ordering me to go immediately home, 
and saying he always intended me for John Cas- 
tlkwell, a neighbor of ours,—a millionaire,— a 
looby,—& fool, —whom I hated as I did poison. 
“ Not long after the receipt of this letter I was 
j surprised by the. sudden appearance of Uncle Ber¬ 
tram, who had come at my father’s request to take 
me home. This roused me at once. My father 
was a tyrant, I said, and I would let him know I 
eould do as I pleased. In my excitement, I fancied 
I could not exist a moment without Richard Dun¬ 
lap, while he declared that life would be a blank 
for him if passed away from me. At this oppor¬ 
tune moment Mrs. Lb Vert suggested that we be 
married immediately,-—that very night. Uncle 
Bertram fortunately was a clergyman, and could 
officiate as well as any other. In justice to Rich¬ 
ard I will say that he hesitated longer than I did,— 
but he was persuaded at last, as was Uncle Bertram, 
and with no other witness than Mrs. Be Vert 
and a white woman who lived with her as half 
waitiDg-maid and half companion, we were mar¬ 
ried.” 
Rosamond was interested now, and forgetting to 
remove her dress, shethewacrimson shawl around 
her shoulders, and sitting down upon the bed, ex¬ 
claimed “ Married! You married! Why, then, 
are you called Porter?” 
“ Listen and you shall know,” returned the lady, 
a dark look settling down upon her face. 
“ Scarcely was the ceremony over, when I began 
to regret it,—not because I disliked Richard, but 
because I dreaded my father’s displeasure, for he 
had a most savage, revengeful temper, and his 
daughter possesses the same.” This was bitterly 
spoken, and she continued:—“ Hardly an hour 
after we were married, a negro brought a letter to 
Richard from an eccentric old man for whom he 
had been named. In it the old man said he had 
made his namesake his heir, provided he did not 
marry until he was twenty-five. 
“ ‘ I know just how frillickin’ you are,’ he wrote, 
‘and I know, too, how unsuitable and unhappy 
most early marriages are,—so my boy, if you want 
Sunnyside, wait till you are twenty-five before you 
take an extra rib. I hate to be bothered with let¬ 
ters, and if you don’t answer this, I shall conclude 
that you accept my terms.’ 
“Mrs. Le Vert at once suggested that, as the old 
gentleman had already had two fits of apoplexy, 
and would undoubtedly soon have the third, our 
marriage should for a time be kept a secret.” 
“But he didn’t consent,” cried Rosamond. 
“Yes, he did,” answered Miss Porter, “and 
though I, too, said it would be best, I began to dis¬ 
trust him from that moment,—to think that he pre¬ 
ferred money to myself. Uncle Bertram promised 
secrecy and went back alone, and then commenced 
a life of wretchedness, which makes me shudder 
even to recall it. With the exception of my own 
servant, who dared not tell if I bade her be silent, 
the blacks knew nothing of our marriage, and 
though we lived together as man and wife, so skill¬ 
fully did Mrs. Le Vert and Esther, her white 
domestic, manage the matter, that for a time our 
secret was safely kept. A few of the negroes dis¬ 
covered it qre I left; but as they!always lived ii^ 
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Nor nature’s wheel is never still— 
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And life’s uncertain, too; 
We’ve none to waste on foolish things— 
“ There’s work enough to do.” 
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day was fixed. The obstacle was removed—not 
insanity, but a living wife. Need I say more ?” 
She paused, but from the bed where the crushed, 
motionless figure lay, there came no sound, and 
she said again, “Speak, Rosamond. Curse me, 
if you will, for saving you from an unlawful mar¬ 
riage.” 
Still there was no sound, save the low sighing 
of the wind, which seemed to have taken a fresh 
note of sadness as if bewailing the unutterable 
desolation of the young girl, who lay so still and 
lifeless that Marie Pouter’s heart quickened with 
fear, and drawing near she touched the little hand 
resting on the pillow. It was cold—rigid—as was 
also the face which she turned to the light. 
“It is death!” she cried, and a wild shriek rang 
through the house, bringing at once the servants, 
headed by Mrs. Peters. 
“ What is it ?” cried the latter, as she saw the 
helpless figure and beautiful upturned face. 
“It's death, madam, — death, and it’s coming on 
me, too,” answered Miss Porter, clasping her 
hands over her heart, which throbbed as it never 
had done before, and which at last prostrated her 
upon the lounge. 
But no one heeded her, save the girl Maria. 
The rest gave their attention to Rosamond, who 
lay so long in the death-like stupor that others than 
Miss Porter believed her dead. 
The clock struck five! and echoing from the 
Granby hills the engine-whistle came. Then a 
slight tremor ran through her frame, and Mrs. 
Peters whispered joyfully, “ There’s life—there’s 
hope.” 
Along the highway the returning traveler came 
with rapid tread, but’neath the sycamore no Rosa¬ 
mond was waiting. 
“She is hiding from me,” he said, but his search 
for her was vain, and he rapidly hastened on. 
All about the house was still. There was no 
Rosamond waiting in the door—nor in the hall— 
nor in the parlor—nor on the stairs,—but from 
her chamber came the buzz of voices, and he en¬ 
tered unannounced, recoiling backward when he 
saw the face upon t)j? pillow and knew that it v,>as 
Rosamond’s. Every particle of color had left it; 
there were dark circles beneath the eyes, and a 
look about the mouth as if the concentrated agony 
of years had fallen suddenly upon her. 
“ What is it?” he asked, and at the sound of his 
voice, the brown eyes he had been wont to call so 
beautiful unclosed, but their sunny brightness was 
all gone, and he shuddered at their dim, meaning¬ 
less expression. 
She seemed to know him, and stretching her 
arms towards him as a child does towards it 
mother when danger threatens, she laid her head 
upon his bosom with a piteous wail—the only 
really audible sound she had yet uttered. 
“Rosamond, darliDg—what has come upon you?” 
he said, “and why are you in your bridal dress?” 
At that word she started, and moving away 
from him, moaned sadly, “It was cruel—oh, so 
cruel to deceive me, when I loved and trusted him 
so much.” 
“ Won’t somebody tell me what this means?” he 
demanded, and Mrs. Peters replied, “ We do not 
know. There’s been a strange woman here, and 
she was with Rosamond when it happened.” 
“Woman? What woman? And where is she 
now?” he asked, and-Mrs. Peters replied, “She 
was faint—dying, she said, and Maria took her into 
another chamber.” 
Mechanically he started for that chamber—hear¬ 
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for the nameless terror which had fallen upon him. 
He did not suspect the real truth. He merely had 
a vague presentiment that some one who knew 
nothing of the drowning had come there to save 
his Rosamond from what they supposed to be an 
unlawful marriage, and when at last he stood face 
to face with his living wife, when he knew the 
grave had given up its dead, he dropped to the 
floor as drops the giant oak when felled by the 
lightning’s power! 
Marie Porter, even had she been cruelly 
wronged, was avenged—fully, amply avenged, and 
covering her face with her hands, she moaned, “I 
have killed them both, and there’s nothing left 
for me now but to die!” [Concluded next week.] 
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her, too, with his name upon her lips when sleep¬ 
ing, and all this while she did not dream that I, 
the so-called Marie Porter, was his wife, the 
barrier which kept him from saying the words 
her little heart longed so to bear.” 
There were livid spots on Rosamond’s neck,— 
livid spots upon her face, and still she did not 
move from her seat, though her clammy hand 
clutched nervously her bridal dress. A horrid 
suspicion had flashed upon her, but with a mighty 
effort she threw it off as injustice to Mr. Brown¬ 
ing, and mentally crying, “It cannot be,” she 
faintly whispered, “Go on.” 
“The summer I met her,” said Miss Porter, 
“I was at Cartersville, a little out-of-the-way 
place on a lake—” 
“You’re telling me true?” interrupted Rosa¬ 
mond, joy thrilling in her tones. 
“Yes, true,” returned Mijss Porter. 
“Then bless you,—Lj^^you for those last 
words,” rejoine/d RosAM'^^T'Urying her face\ in 
her companion’s lap. “AwpiTible fear for a mo¬ 
ment came over me that d!' might be/. But it 
isn’t. It isn’t, /met you at the Springs. Ob, if 
it had been me, I should most surely die.” 
“But she did not,—the young girl,” resumed 
Miss Porter. “She had a brave, strong heart, 
and she bore up wondrouslv. She felt that he had 
cruelly deceived her, and that helped her to bear 
the bloiv. Besides, she was glad she knew of it 
in time, for had be married her she would not 
have been bis wife, you know.” 
Rosamond shuddered and replied, “ I know, but 
my heart would have broken all the same. It 
aches so now for her. But go on, how did she 
find it out. Who could have strength to tell her?’” 
TherpfjJSfefra pause, and each could hear the 
beating of the other’s heart. The November wind 
had risen within the last half hour, and now howl¬ 
ed dismally past the window, seeming to Rosa¬ 
mond like the wail that young girl must have 
uttered when she first learned how her trust had 
been betrayed. The clock,struck four ! Rosamond 
counted each stroke, and thought, “ One hour more 
and he will be here.” Marie counted each stroke, 
and thought, “One hour more, and I must be 
gone.” 
“ Rosamond,” she began again, “ what I now 
have to confess is an act of which I have repented 
bitterly, and never more than since I sat within 
this room. But it was not premeditated, and be¬ 
lieve me, Rosamond, it was not done for any 
malice I bore to that young girl, for I pitied her 
so much,—oh, so much,” and her hand wandered 
caressingly over the bright hair lying on her lap. 
“We went out one afternoon,—two ladies, a 
gentleman and myself,—in a small sail-boat upon 
the lake. / planned the excursion and thought I 
should enjoy it, but we had not been out long 
when my old affection of the heart began to 
trouble me. I grew faint, and begged of them to 
put me on the land. They complied with my 
request, and set me down upon a point higher up 
than that from which w.ejiad embarked, and near 
to a dilapidated cabin where lived a weird old hag, 
who earned a seamy livelihood by fortune-telling. 
I told her I was sick, and sat down by her door 
where I could watch the movements of the party. 
Suddenly a terrific thunder-storm arose, the wind 
blew a hurricane, and though the boat rode the 
billows bravely for a time, it capsized at length, 
and its precious freight disappeared beneath the 
foaming waves. For a moment horror chilled my 
blood;—then, swift as the lightning which leaped 
from the cloud overhanging the graves of my late 
companions, a maddening thought Hashed upon 
my mind.” 
“But the girl—hasten to that part,” said Rosa¬ 
mond, lifting up her head, while Miss Porter went 
back to her chair. 
“I shall come to her soon enough,” returned 
Miss Porter, continuing her story. “No living 
being, save the old woman at my side, knew of my 
escape, and I could bribe her easily. Fortunately 
I carried the most of my money about my person, 
and I said to her, ‘There are reasons why, for a 
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|Continued from page 252, last number.] 
Chapter X, —The Story. 
“My home,” began Miss Porter, “is, as you 
know, in Florida. I am an only child, as were both 
my parents, so that I have now living no nearer 
relative than a great uncle, a superannuated cler¬ 
gyman, who superintends my affairs, and who in 
case I die before he does, which is very probable, 
will he heir to my possessions. 
“It is now nearly ten years since my father 
started for Europe, and I went to an adjoining 
State to visit a widow lady, whom I had met in 
New Orleans the winter previous. It is not neces¬ 
sary that I should use real names, consequently I 
will call her Mrs. Le Vert. She was spending the 
summer on her plantation, at what she called her 
country seat. It was a large, old-fashioned, wooden 
building, many miles from any neighbors, and 
here she lived alone—for her only son, a lad twelve 
years of age, was at some northern school. At 
first I was very lonely, for the secluded life we led 
at Holly Grove was hardly in accordance with the 
taste of a young girl. Still I did not mind it as 
much as some, for I cared but little for gentlemen’s 
society, and had frequently declared that I should 
never marry. 
“Towards the last of July, Mrs. Le Vert’s 
brother came to visit her. He was a handsome, 
boyish-looking youth, six months older than my¬ 
self,—just out of college,—full of life and very fond 
of pretty girls, particularly if they chanced to be 
wealthy.” 
“That’s a little like Ben,” said Rosamond, and 
Miss Porter continued. 
“From the first, Mrs. Le Vert seemed deter¬ 
mined to make a match between us, for her brother 
was poor, and she fancied it would be a fine idea to 
have the Porter estate come into the Dunlap 
family. So she threw us constantly together,— 
talked of me to him and of him to me, until I really 
began to believe I liked him. He, on the contrary, 
cared for nothing but my money. Still he deemed 
it advisable to assume a show of affection, and one 
night talked to me of love quite eloquently. I had 
been to a dinner party that day and worn all my 
diamonds. He had never seen them before, and 
they must have inflamed his avarice, for I after¬ 
wards heard him tell his sister that he never should 
have proposed if I had not looked so beautifully 
that night, ‘ I was irresistible in my diamonds ,’ he 
said.” 
Miss Porter paused a moment to witness the 
effect of her last words, but Rosamond was looking 
over her shoulder at a wrinkle she had just discov¬ 
ered in the waist, and did not heed them. Still she 
was listening, and she said, “Yes,'—go on. You 
were looking beautifully that night. Did you con¬ 
sent to marry him ?” .. 
“ Unhappily, I did,” returned Miss Porter, “for 
I had made myself believe that I loved him. I 
wished that he was older, to be sure, but he said 
we would ivait until he was of age. This plan, 
however, did not suit his ambitious sister. She 
knew I intended asking my father’s approval, and 
from what she had heard of him she feared he 
would never consent to my marrying a poor stu¬ 
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The lowest price of copies sent to Europe, &c., is only 
60 —including postage. 
Advertisements —Twenty-Five Cents a Line, each inser¬ 
tion, payable in advance. Our rule is to give no ad\ eitise 
ment, unless very brief, more than six to eight consecu ive 
insertions. Patent Medicines, <fcc., are not advertised m 
He that is goed will infallibly become better, and 
he that is bad, will certainly become worse; for 
vice, virtue and time are three things that never 
stand still.— Oolton. 
