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for my sake, for Minnie’s or his own—at least 
for hen. 
“But why for her sake?” lie asked; “she 
could never be otherwise than wretched as she 
was,— married to a man she could never love, 
and who would never have thought of making 
her his wife; but for the promise be bad made her 
dying father, who, giving him back the wealth 
that had alwajB rightfully belonged to him, had 
exacted a promise that he would marry his 
daughter.” 
But, I reasoned, she was better thus than the 
creature he would make her; at best I knew 
there was little happiness in store for her, but if 
he loved her he could do her no greater kindness 
than to leave her. 1 believe—I am sure—had I 
censured Estelle at all I should have found 
him unyielding, but when I spoke pityingly of 
her, begging'bim for her sake to never come 
within her presence again, he fullered. Tie 
would promise to go away and not sec her more, 
upon condition that from this time henceforth 1 
should never mention the subject again. I hesi¬ 
tated, then gave the required promise. It was 
the best I could do, and I could only hope and 
pray that my brother’s better judgment might 
prevail over the dictates of passion. 
The nest day we left Ktngslt Hall, as 1 hoped, 
forever, my brother pleading a sudden business 
call that must be attended to. Mr. Kiyoplt, in 
Lis quiet, gentlemanly way, expressed his regret 
at our abrupt departure, and hoped we would 
come again when we could make them a longer 
visit. My brother was vieibly embarrassed, but 
of course our host had r.o suspicion of the 
cause. 1 do not know what Charles said to 
Estelle, but 1 know he had a few moments’ 
private conversation with her, and 1 think she 
understood it alL She bade me adieu tearfully, 
clinging to me in the old way, and 1 kissed her 
with a tenderness I had never felt before—with 
a pity that I had no power to express. 
How my brother met Minnie Lindsey 1 do 
not know. He had said he should never marry 
her, and I believe ho fully intended, when we 
went bock, to break hie engagement with her. 
Bot he knew she loved him with all the wealth 
of her pure womanhood, and it was hard to cast 
aside such love as hers—to tell her It was uneared 
for. My poor Charles — how I pitied, and 
prayed, and hoped for him In those months, 
none can know. I knew he suffered deeply, but 
I could offer no consolation. At last he came to 
me and said, “Mamie, shall 1 marry Minnie, 
after all that has passed ? ” 
“ Does she know ” — 
“ No, nor i uver will. 1 have given far up, hut 
I love her as 1 never can any other woman. 
Minnie Lindsey is a noble girl. 1 am not 
worthy of her, but she iove 6 me. I have do love 
to bestow in return, but I will try to make her a 
good husband—the only question is whether she 
will be happier as my wife under these circum¬ 
stances.” 
I did not know what to say. It was a long 
time before I could decide what to tell him, but 
at length I said “yes,” knowing at the same 
time Dial 1 was doing I would not w ish berto 
do were our positions reversed. Doubtless all 
who, a few months later, received the wedding 
cards of “Mr. and Mrs. Chaeles L. Watson,” 
pronounced it an excellent mutch. 
Charles is a kind and attentive husband, feel¬ 
ing for his wife a respect and affection that all 
must feel who appreciate the qualities of her 
mind and heart, I believe Minnie is happy. 
Loving my brother in a quiet, undemonstrative 
way, she perhaps looks for no stronger evidence 
of her husband’s love for her than she finds in 
Ills constant care lor her comfort and happiness. 
And yet I do not know — sometimes I fancy I 
detect in her a half, undefined yearning for some¬ 
thing more. They have been married five years. 
Two years ago Charles knocked at the door of 
my room, and, when I opened it, handed me a 
newspaper and went away without a word. I 
looked at the paper wonderingly. A marked 
paragraph caught my eye; It was a notice of 
the death of Mrs. Mortimer King sly, “sud¬ 
denly, of heart disease.” 
Poor Estelle ! — I shed many a bitter tear 
over those half dozen lines that told xee she had 
found her rest; but between Charles and I 
there has no word been spoken. 1 wonder 
sometimes if he would have been happier with 
Estelle, could she have been his wife, than he 
is now, but the “Might have been” is always 
fairer to the imagination than its reality could 
have pi overt. 
I know little of Mortimer Kingklt now, 
save through his writings. For the most part 
these are calm and passionless, yet sometimes 
he strikes a note, deep and inexpresssibly sad, 
that thrills me with something of the olden 
power. 
while Mrs. Kingst y had half a dozen 
former 
fashionable acquaintances, who were very like 
all fashionable yonng people of the present day, 
did and a vast amount of flirting after the most 
approved style. 
“ AVe have never been alone a week since we 
commenced housekeeping,” Estelle said, go¬ 
ing up to my room with me, one night, after I 
had been there a few days. She had been in one 
of her most brilliant moods all the evening, but 
now I thought she looked pale and wearied. 
“But your husband is so occupied with hie 
literary labors 1 should hardly think he would 
like so much company.” 
“ Oh, it doesn’t matter to him; we rarely see 
much of klxn, except when there is some one 
like that musty old German here.” 
I thought ttl the pale, ead-looking man she 
called husband, remembering how enthusiasti¬ 
cally he had om.-e written of wedded happiness, 
and wondered how far his dreams were realized; 
then 1 looked at Estelle, who fat with her 
head leaned wearily upon her slender hand and 
her great black eyes looking into vacancy, and 1 
knew not what to think or what to say. 
“I should think your brother would marry?'’ 
the said rather abruptly. 
“Perhaps he will, tometime,” 1 replied. 
“And you?” 
“Ob, 1 am a confirmed old maid,” I laugh¬ 
ingly answered. 
“ Yon will live with Charles if he marries.” 
“ I suppose to; if his wife does not object.” 
“ She will not, of course—yet if the should”— 
“ I shall patronize boarding-houses to the end 
of my days, doubtless,” 1 stud. 
“ But you are well provided for in any event.” 
We— Charles and 1 —shared equally our 
father’s property, I told her. She 6at a few min¬ 
utes longer, conversing on tome unimportant 
matter, then bade me "good-night” and left 
me to my mrisings. 
After this I studied more closely the manner 
of husband and wife toward each other. Mr. 
Kingsly appeared always to treat Estelle with 
the most considerate kin duo*. He was gentle 
in hie manner, careful of her happiness, and yet 
he evidently looked upon her os little more than 
a child. But Estelle puzzled me here, as al¬ 
ways; she might feci for her husband respect, 
esteem, aversion, fear or indifference, for ail I 
Once 1 came tear mentioning 
Written for Moore’s Bnral New-Yorker. 
MY DREAM, 
BT MAKY A. E. WAOEK. 
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NUMBER i. 
Alone am I, alone at last! 
At last—and yet so soon I 
Aye, quite alone—and still my life. 
Yet far this side its noon. 
I had a dream>.ljc months agone, 
(Ah, me 1 bow fast time slips!) 
My father lay af fearful length, 
With silence on his lips— 
And blindness on hie fair blue eyes, 
And dampness in bis hair, 
And the dear cheeks and brow I kissed, 
Were all too strangely fair; 
And when I clasped the kindly hands 
(How much they'd done for me I) 
1 found them cold and passionless 
With some dread mystery. 
1 called his name—the Bbort, sweet name 
My childish lips first said— 
He answered uot—but some one near 
Said “Child, your father’s dead.” 
1 Nay, look not no! he hae but passed 
On to the otlwr shore 
Where Christ's beloved walk in Light, 
And night Is known no more.” 
Oh! talk not thus / not if Ojd lives 
Or mtrey Mill there he.' 
No soul so soullese as to take 
My father , Ur , from me ! 
For he tea* all I had "—and then 
My dream grew vague and dim,— 
A hearse, a coffin, and a house 
Sad toned witn prayer and hymn. 
I woke at length, and o'er me bent 
The warm skies of the South: ,_L 
One said “Why graves beneath your eyes 
And sorrow 'round your mouth ?” 
And all the answ er I could give 
At best did foolish seem. 
But like a pall upon my soul 
Lay that remembered dream. 
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Stands empty clay by day, 
nis hat and coat hang on the wall 
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And all the bouse Is wrapped in gloom, 
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NUMBER iri 
could decide, 
the subject of my speculation*- to Charles, but 
did uot then, and afterward I did not find oppor¬ 
tunity, for sometimes I would Lardly see him 
alone a moment for days together. Then- was 
always some sleighing excursion or something 
to occupy the day, and in the evening cards, 
music and flirtation for those who liked, and 
Charles did like all three. For my oven part I 
preferred the more instructive conversation of 
Mr. Kingsly and his friends, and soon became a 
great favorite with Herr Rejchstadt, who never 
•wearied of Interesting me with legend’s of his 
faderiand. One night, after we had been several 
weeks at Mr. K.ingsly'&, I rend him some ex¬ 
tracts from roy journal —jottings along the 
Rhine, descriptive »»f '.ho*' « • *ei> that had 
pleased me luo-L Upon going to my room I 
found I had forgotten the book, and wishing to 
writes few lines In It, concluded to go back 
after it. There was a bright fire So the grate I 
knew, and X was not timid, so I went down 
noiselessly in the dark, and—I don’t know what 
I did; I remember only what I saw. Standing 
by the fire with their hacks toward me were my 
brother and Estelle; he stooping toward her, 
with his arms shout her waist until his brown 
curls mingled w ith her black ones; she w ith her 
Lead resting lovingly upon Ids bosom, as only a 
husband should have held her. 
“ Good night, my darling,” Charles was say¬ 
ing, then — raining passionate kisses upon her 
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[Concluded from page 32-1, last number.] 
C1IA VTllJl UI. 
Home again, or at leaEt in “My own native 
Land,” for I had no real home. “Be patient, 
Mart,” Charles had said, “and six months 
hence you shall see to what a delightful home 
Minnie and I will welcome you.” 
Estelle had written me several times since 
her marriage, but whether she was happy or 
otherwise I could not decide from her letters. 
Now, however, she wrote, inviting Charles and 
myself to spend the Christmas holidays at her 
home. I was eager to once more, embrace my 
dear little school friend, and my brother had a 
desire to form the acquaintance of her husband, 
60 we decided that wc would go. 
Looking at the old Kingsly mansion from 
without, you would have deemed it a dreary place 
in the winter at least, and the last of all others 
you would have selected in which to Bpcnd the 
holiday season. It was a large, rambling, old 
stone dwelling, with narrow windows looking 
out upon the sea, and approached by a long, 
winding drive among masses of grim-looking 
evergreens. At some seasons I might have ad¬ 
mired its air of wild romance, but beholding it 
as I did for the first time at the close of a dreary 
December day, and when wearied with my long 
ride, and depressed by 6ome half-defined fore¬ 
boding, I thought it the most diBmal place I had 
ever seen. 
But the interior of the house made ample 
amends for its outward gloominess. Welcomed 
by Mr. Kingsly with gTave, quiet cordiality, sod 
by his young wife with the old impulsiveness, 
modified by a just discernible accession of dig¬ 
nity, we were conducted into the family eitting- 
roonTand made to feel at home at once. There 
was a brightly glowing fire in the old-fashioned 
grate, and the room, though large and finished 
after the heavy, somber style of our ancestors, 
was made bright and cheery by the taste of its 
present occupants. Indeed, it was more than 
bright,—it was luxurious with its mirrors and 
pictures, and rare old vases, and with itB rich 
crimson draperies, that were so wholly in keep¬ 
ing with its beautiful young mistress that 1 knew 
her taste had been uncontrolled iu its appoint¬ 
ments. 
I have called Estelle beautiful, but the word 
does not do her justice in the full development 
of her glorious womanhood. Charles said, 
“She is the most magnificent woman I ever 
saw.” 
We were not, by any means, the. only guests. 
Mr.;and Mrs. Kingsly each had their friends,— 
as different a 6et Of mortals, too, as one could 
easily find nnder the same roof. Herr Von 
Reichstadt, a learned German scholar and 
WcUtoeisc, and Mr. Dcbbay, an English writer, 
since somewhat famous, were guests of the 
ANSWEE8 TO ENIGMAS, &c., IN No. 923. 
Answer to Miscellaneous EnigmaNever spend 
your money before you have it. 
Answer to Charade:—Broom-corn. 
Answer to Anagram: 
You have heard of the snake in the grass, 
Of the viper concealed in the grass; 
Bat now you muBi know 
Man’s deadliest foe 
Is a snake of a different class I 
Alas! 
’Tis the viper that lurks in the glass. 
Answer to Algebraical Problem:—A had 10 marbles 
and B 27. 
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V *<<T\iV Jjf —_ 
CIIAJ'TKll IV. 
I threw myself into a chair, Lalf paralyzed and 
utterly hdpless in tny sorrow, indignation and 
astonishment. In those first moments of pas¬ 
sionate resentment, I believe had I possessed 
the power, I would have crushed Ebtbllb 
Kjnosly out of being — eo apt are we to judge 
with the world’s judgment, which visits all its 
scorn upon the woman. 
Bnt after a time reason asserted itself, and I 
was more lenient. I had not wondered that 
Minnie Lindsey loved my brother; on the 
other hand should have questioned hex good 
taste if 6he had been indifferent to him; why 
should I utterly condemn in Estelle that which 
I approved in another? Understand me, I was 
cot less grieved at my discovery—none the less 
fearful as to the result — but that Estelle, who 
I knew did not love her husband, should love 
my brother, I could scarcely wonder. Sooner or 
later woman’s nature must assert itself—once in 
her life every woman must love. If she loves 
her husband it is well, but if she does uot she 
either has loved or wRI love one else, and 
then — God pity and help her. I did not reason 
thus immediately; the conviction came to me 
in the bitter, tearrul grief of hours. 
At last I arose and went out through the nark 
passage to my biotliei’s room, for 1 knew he 
would not have retired T knocked lightly, Buy¬ 
ing, “It is I, Charles, let me in;” and he 
opened the door so quickly that l knew he must 
have been pacing the floor, as was bis way when 
troubled. I went iu, caught both his hands, and, 
woman fashion, burst into a fit of hysterical 
sobbing. I ihink he had some mistrust of the 
reasou of my strange behavior, for be seemed ill 
at cose, yet soothed me tenderly, inquiring the 
cause 01 my tears. And then holding fast both 
his hands that he could not leave me, I told him 
all I had seen, begging, entreating, praying him 
to go away and never see Estelle again, if not 
MRS. PARTINGTON ON THE ROMANS. 
“I never did like the Romans,” said Mrs. 
Partington, when seeing the play of Coriolanus, 
“since 1 mistook some Roman punch for an ice 
cream, and it got into my head. And I came 
pietty nigh exploding once in trying to light 
one of Isaac's Roman candies, thinking it was 
wax. I must say they are a set of fickle-minded 
creatures, taking the gentleman in the red table¬ 
cloth for a counsel, and then going to throw 
him over the Terrapin Rock. I am very glad, 
though, they didn’t do it, because I don’t see 
how the play could get along without him, and 
it would have disappointed so many — ” “ Stop 
talking,” said a harsh voice behind her. Mrs. 
Partington looked round at the speaker, who 
scowled at her with the indignation of two shil¬ 
lings’ worth of impaired enjoyment, and she, 
simply saying, “You needn’t be so bituminous 
about it,” was silent. 
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A woman, wife of a blacksmith, who formerly 
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grounds on the hilL Last week her friends 
went there for the purpose of removing the 
body. On opening the grave, the coffin crum¬ 
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as when deposited. The 6kin was black, and 
covered with a substance similar to moss, otA 
presented a moldy appearance. On feeling of 
the body it was found to be quite hard, and a 
further examination developed the tact that it 
was petrified. The black surface was scraped off 
the skin, when the latter presented a beautiful 
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