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MOOBE’S BUBAL NEW-YOBKEB. 
JULY 2? 
in the cold, for it was one of tho coldest nights 
of the Winter. 
“Ah, there’s a little vagabond, luckily! Now 
to capture him.” 
The boy referred to was u ragged little Savoy¬ 
ard, of ten years old, apparently, who was stand¬ 
ing opposite, with his little violin under his arm. 
He had been about the streets all day, playing 
wherever he could get listeners. From Home 
places he had been driven with abuse, for his 
instrument was far from being a superior one. 
and poor little Carlo was only a passable player. 
The poor fellow had suffered not only » little 
with cold, for his clothes were thin and by no 
means HU tlielent for the season; and he bad had 
nothing to eat since the crust of bread which 
was given him in tho morning by the speculator 
who had brought him with several others, to 
Paris, and now lived on their earnings, doling 
them out the smallest allowance of food that 
would keep soul and body together. 
After wandering about the whole day, little 
Carlo had strayed into the Boulevard des Mu- 
leshorbes, and had paused In front of the beau¬ 
tiful mansion where the festival was going on. 
He could see indistinctly the lonns of the chil¬ 
dren who were part icipating In the entertain¬ 
ment, and It is quite likely that thopoor little 
fellow felt a sorrowful envy of those whose lot 
was so much brighter than his. His gaze was so 
intent that lie did not notice the appearance of 
the servant until Antoine, having crossed the 
street, laid his hand on his shoulder. Carlo 
started in alarm, and tried to tear himself from 
the servant's grasp. 
“Not so fast, little elmp," said Antoine, “I 
want you." 
“1 didn't do any harm,” said the Savoyard, 
trembling; for In; supposed Antoine’s intentions 
were unfriendly. 
• “ Who said you did ? I only said that I want¬ 
ed you.” 
The little Savoyard looked at him distrustful¬ 
ly. He had met with so little kindness in his 
life that he regarded si rangers as enemies rather 
Mian as friends. 
“ You are to come with me into yonder man¬ 
sion,” said Antoine. 
“Where the lights are?” asked tho ragged 
boy, in surprise. 
“Yes. Come, hurry along. I don’t want to 
stay out hero in the cold." 
“But why am T logo up there?” asked Carlo, 
puzzled. 
“You will know when yon get there. All I 
can tell you is that my mistress wants you.” 
“Perhaps I am wanted to play on my violin," 
thought the l»oy ; and with this idea he followed 
the servant to the entrance of the mansion. 
A moment later ho was ushered into the bril¬ 
liant, saloon, blazing with lights. He looked 
around him, dazzled, and nearly blinded by the 
glare. 11 1 ora was a chorus of ejaculations, and 
the yoiiDggOMtlemen and ladies gathered around 
the timid little Savoyard, who stood bewildered 
In tho midst of the magnificence. 
In tho midst of It tho Countess of Cliarny, 
whose caprice had been the cause of his appear¬ 
ance., advanced towards Mir little boy,and gent¬ 
ly removed Ids tailored cup. 
“All, he is indeed pretty," she said, as his 
chestnut hair foil in a natural wave over a tine 
brow, which Roomed while in comparison with 
his sunburnt ebooks. 
Ilis eyes were a bright hazel, his features Wore 
exquisitely turned, only thin from want of suf¬ 
ficient food, in spite of his rags, it was easy to 
see that he was gifted with beauty. 
“Countess, you will soil your gloves," said a 
guest, as she look the little boy by tho hand and 
led him forward Into the center of the saloon. 
"Then I can buy another pair,” elm said, in¬ 
differently. "It is I who sent lor you," she said 
to Carlo. “ l will tell you what to do." 
The drawing commenced. The little Savoyard 
followed the directions of the Countess, ami his 
share of cake was handed him. 
“Whoever tlmls the ring in his slice shall ho 
king of the party," said the hostess, in explana¬ 
tion ; or If a young lady she shall lie queen. 
The king or queen lias the right to select one of 
the opposite sex to share the honors of royalty.” 
“May leal It, madam?” asked the Savoyard, 
with a longing glance at the cake ho held in his 
hand. 
"Yes, my child; but haven care not to swal¬ 
low the ring, if it should be within." 
All the children were eagerly examining the 
slices, In the hope of finding the ring, which was 
the prize of the evening. 
In the midst of it, the little Savoyard drew tho 
glittering circlet from the cake, saying to the 
Countess, “ I have It, madam." 
“The king! The king! Thu little Savoyard 
is king?" shouted the children. 
“You are the king of tho festival," said the 
hostess, advancing and leading forward Carlo, 
who seemed bewildered by the ent husiasm. 
11 was a si range scene -the liftle ragamuffin in 
t he center of the saloon, surrounded by elegant¬ 
ly dressed children, over whom he was called to 
exercise sovereignly. The children enjoyed it 
bettor than if one of themselves had been chosen. 
“A queen! A queen! He must name a queen!” 
shouted all. 
“ Look around you," said the hostess. “ It is 
for you to choose a queen from those present.” 
The little Savoyard looked around him a mo¬ 
ment, and then went back to the Countess do 
Charny. 
“ 1 want you to be queen," he said. 
“ But," said the Countess, “ it is the custom to 
choose a young girl.” 
“ I want you to be queen," he persisted. 
“ Why do you choose me?" she asked. 
“ Because you are kind to me.” said Carlo. 
“ Besides, you look like tny mother.” 
“ Like your mother ? Is she living ? " 
“ I don't know, madume; but 1 have her pic¬ 
ture." 
“ Show it to me.” said t he Countess, who 
seemed to be moved by a strange interest. 
Carlo drew from under his ragged vest a small 
locket suspended liy a plain white string. The 
picture, though stained and discolored, present¬ 
ed the face of a beautiful young lady of twenty. 
No sooner did the Countess east her eye upon if 
than Bhe uttered a cry of Joy, and throw her 
arms around t he astonished boy. 
"My boyl my boy!- my own little Victor! 
Are you again restored to me?" 
All flic guo.-ts gazed In astonishment at this 
unexpected tableau, Tho Countess, quickly re¬ 
covering herself, said, while an expression of 
Joy irradiated her sweet face: — “ The picture is 
mine, as you can perhaps discover by examining 
It. Right years ago I was journeying in the 
northern part of Italy with my husband and my 
little Victor, Mien four years of age, when ho 
suddenly disappeared from me. We had no 
doubt that he was stolen, and offered a large re¬ 
ward for his recovery, but without success. 
From that day I have mourned for him us for 
one whom I never expected to sec in this world. 
Tt is doubtless J’rovidcnee who by such strange 
means bus restored him lo me.” 
“Are you my mother, then?" asked Carlo. 
“ Yes, my child," and again the mother clasped 
the boy, ragged and dirty t hough he was, to her 
bosom." 
This time ho ret urned her caress. 
“Then I shall not be hungry any more?” he 
said. 
" No, my poor ehild.” 
“Let him tell us Ills story,” demanded the 
children. 
So, seated on a chair In their midst, the little 
Savoyard told his story in answer to the many 
questions that were poured in upon him. As 
far back us he could remember, he wandered 
about with his little violin, In Italy at first, but 
for the last two years In Paris, where he laid 
suffered every discomfit and privation. He was 
In the charge of an Italian named Giacomo 
Bartoni, who professed to take cure of him, and 
to whom Ids violin belonged. 
“ We will send for him to-morrow," said the 
Countess. “I must buy the violin of him us a 
memorial of the year* of terrible privation 
through which you have passed." 
That night the little Savoyard, who was ac¬ 
customed to sleep Otl a bed of straw, rested his 
weary limbs on a bed of down. In the. beautiful 
mansion of the Countess do Charny. The next 
morning he was arrayed in a suit of elegant, 
boy's clothing, in which he looked transformed. 
Scarcely was the metamorphosis complete, than 
his Italian masler, who had been summoned, 
made bis appearance, and bowing almost to the 
ground, was admitted into the presence of the 
Countess. 
“Do you recognize this young gentleman?" 
asked the Countess, pointing to Carlo, who now 
looked like a lit I le prince. 
“ No, madam." 
“Vet you ought to know him well. It is the 
little Savoyard, Carlo.” 
Giacomo was overwhelmed with astonishment. 
“ But I do not understand,” he said. 
The explanation was briefly made. The Italian 
was paid a munificent sum for the violin, which 
is now the only link that unites the little Count 
Victor with the little Savoyard of former years. 
He is now at a military school, and bids fair to 
mainlaiu by l)ls talents the distinction ot the 
illustrious family to which he belongs. 
-- 
THE POT OP HOLD. 
Likut. CAnnKR wood was at his sister’s house 
on a visit, during his two weeks' furlough. He 
was sitting with her one evening in the parlor, 
while her I wo children were studying their les¬ 
sons at the table In tho back room. 
“So Paul is a lazy scholar, eh ?” said the lieu¬ 
tenant, lowering his voice. 
“No. not at all. He is diligent enough, pro¬ 
vided his studies suit his fancy. But what arc 
they? If you look over his shoulder now, you'll 
find him poring over some Book of Dreams or 
the History of Capt. Kyd and his treasures, in¬ 
stead of his school books. The boy is deranged 
on the subject of growing rich suddenly, at 
some bold master-stroke. 1 wish you would 
talk to him. You are supreme with him Just 
now. It may be you could ridicule him out of 
his absurdity; I cannot.” 
“ But ought lie to be ridiculed ? " 
“James!" 
“ Well, call Clara in, and I'll go talk to him a 
while.” 
Mrs. Forbes beckoned her little girl to her, and 
the nontenant sauntered into the back room, 
and, T am sorry to say, lighted a cigar. 
“ Well, Paul, my boy, hard at it? What's the 
book ? Lulin or algebra ? ” 
Paul colored a little. “ Oh, I can run over my 
lessons in the morning. They’re so horridly 
dull. I'm reading now.” 
“ Head of your classes, T hope, aren’t you ?" 
Paul laughed. “No, indeed, near the other 
end. Well, the truth Is," throwing down his 
book, and loaning over confidentially, “ I've got 
it into my head to make money. Mother has 
hard work to got along with Clara and me." 
“ I know. Paul," said the lieutenant, gravely. 
“Now, what good does this scanning of dead 
languages aud poring over cube roots do ? I low 
much meat will that put in tho pot? " 
“ How do you propose to help your mother?" 
“Well, sir,” whispered Paul, eagerly, for this 
was his first listener, “if I had a large sum of 
money that I could get nil at ouee, without any 
delay- a large sum, then, afterward 1 could 
make a scholar or what I pleased of myself." 
The lieutenant, drew the book Paul had been 
reading toward him. “Revelations by Clair¬ 
voyance and Spiritualism, Regarding Hidden 
Treasures." Paul watched him keenly as lie. 
read the title, but not the vestige of n smile flit¬ 
ted river the lieutenant’s face. 
“ I’ll toll you candidly, uncle, about it," hitch¬ 
ing his chair nearer. "Fred Parker came from 
Jersey, near where Kyd burled bis treasure. 
You know the place?" 
“ Not precisely; do you?” 
“ Not tho exact spot, but it is near Burlington. 
Kyd burled the chest, and then called on his 
men to know who would stand guard over it for 
a hundred years. So one fellow stepped out and 
stood firm till Kyd shot him through the heart. 
So they buried him standing over the chest, with 
his drawn sword in his hand. You've heard the 
Incident? " 
“Yes, but-" 
“ How will I find the place? Well"—Paul be¬ 
gan to fidget a little, turning over the leaves of 
the book. 
" Perhaps you will laugh at me, uncle, but I 
don'l see why you should. The ancients called 
In the aid of oracles and dreams. They knew 
how to read coming events in the flight of birds, 
or by the entrails of beasts. If wo cannot do 
so, too, It. sterns to me it is because we have lost 
the power, not because the signs are not thereto 
read. The wisest men have not been ashamed to 
be superstitious. It is only fools who think 
there is nothing in the world but what they eat) 
sec und handle." 
“ I quite agree with you in regard to the fools, 
Paul." 
Paul, who had been defiant hitherto, blushed 
with pleasure. “ I don't know,” he continued, 
“what credit to give to spiritual mediums. 
Fact is, I’ve run after them till I’m about tired. 
They’ve got nil my last two quarters'allowance, 
and so I’ve hud to go without new clothes this 
Winter. But if I could succeed! IN could only 
find the pot fir chest! Just think! It would 
make mother easy for life!" 
"Very true," said his uncle. 
They were both silent for awhile, the lieu¬ 
tenant smoking, and Paul turning over the leaves 
of his book with feverish haste, glancing up 
now and then, furltlvely, at his uncle. 
“ what first put this matter in your head, 
Paul ?" 
“I don’t know. We really need money so 
often. And then Fred Parker told his stories of 
Kyd’s treasures, and 1 see these clairvoyant 
advertisements in the paper every day-" 
“As to those mediums," said Lieut, f’alder- 
wood, thoughtfully, "my opinion Is that they 
will take your money and you will get no Infor¬ 
mation In return. I have never bad any inter¬ 
course with them, fori have no belief in their 
ability to tell you anything you do not already 
know yourself. A friend of mine, Capt.. Johns, 
told mo of a woman a fortune-teller—whom ho 
consulted here as to his future life, who made 
some remarkable predict ions very remarkable 
indeed. She sketched out his whole career for 
him.” 
“ Who was she? Where is she to be found ? ” 
cried Paul, forgetting to ask whether tho pro¬ 
phecies proved true or not and they were most 
ridiculously absurduml untrue. 
“ At No. 81 Poplar street," said bis unde, alter 
Several moments’ hesitation. “Bhe was to be 
consulted only at night. But that wus several 
years ago." 
“ I'll go and see her to-morrow night," said 
Paul. He was more nervous and unsettled than 
usual that evening, and sat looking in the fire 
for a long t ime. 
“ The boy is ruined," sighed his mother. 
“ Nothing will ever restore him to common sense 
or usefulness.” 
“It is a long day until sunset," said her broth¬ 
er, quot ing his favorite proverb. 
Tho next night Paul put. on his overcoat just 
after supper, and his last dollar In his pocket. 
His uncle had not been at home during the 
afternoon. Paul kissed it is mother good-by 
once or twice. 
“ Where are you going, my son ? ’’ 
“To make our fortune," ho said, gaily, as he 
ran out. 
No. 81 Poplar street was soon found. Beside 
it was a narrow, dark entry, lighted by a rod 
lamp, which gave out a ghostly and murderous 
light. Paul went up the winding stairs and 
found at the top a door with a placard, on which 
wus printed with a common pen— 
"Madame d’Aubkey, Seekess.” 
Paul tapped. No answer. He tapped again. 
“ Enter!" said a hoarse voice. 
He pushed the door open, and went in. The 
room was bare of furniture, except another red 
lamp, which shed its bloody glare over the gray 
walls, and a black, antique Chair, in which sat a 
tall, gaunt, woman. She was robed in a loose, 
falling hahlt. of black from head to loot. Her 
face, of which Paul could see little but the 
chin, which was deathly pole. Now und then he 
caught u glimpse of a pair of keen eyes, which 
he thought were both tierce and threatening. 
She did not bow nor rise. Ho remained stand¬ 
ing before her. The very assumption of author¬ 
ity which this implied impressed and awed Paul. 
“ I came to consult you," he stammered. 
The black-covered head nodded. “It is un¬ 
necessary for you to explain yourself fur¬ 
ther. Your name is Paul Forbes. You desire 
to know by wlmt means you may obtain a cer¬ 
tain treasure.” 
Paul was terrified. The other mediums that 
he had consulted had never told him actual 
facts. 
“ When do you hold a seance ? ” 
“Now,” in a hoarse, gniling voice. “I need 
no trumpery tables, or cards, or machinery. Do 
you ask whether 1 can see Into futurity? You 
hare a scar on your shoulder beneath your 
clothes, and an unhealed wound below your 
knee. I f t can tell you about these things that 
other eyes cannot see, you can afford to trust 
me for the truth of whatever else I tuny say. 
Ask what you will, uml 1 will answer." 
“How am 1 to obtain tho treasure?” said 
Paul, trying to speak boldly. 
“ How should I know what treasure you mean ? 
But pause." The figure moved her hand slowly 
to her lorebead, muttered for a few moments. 
Mien took it slowly down, and looked piercingly 
at the terrified Paul. 
“The pot of gold waits lor you, enough to 
give yon fortune and power. Here are tho di¬ 
rections by which you are to obtain it." She 
placed a small slip of paper in his hand. 
"On these conditions,” she said, in a hollow 
whisper, “that you solve tho mystery of this 
paper alone. You are to receive noassistance in 
reading it; if you do all is lost. Begouo! you 
are answered.” 
Paul placed his money in her outstretched 
hand and went stumbling down the stairs under 
the red lamp. 
Tho next morning by daybreak he was knock¬ 
ing at the door of his uncle’s chamber. 
- “What is this?" showing him a paper full of 
figures, lines and diagrams. “Don’t read it to 
me. Only tell me what sort of a puzz.le it Is.” 
The lieutenant raised himself on his elbow, 
smothering a yawn. “It seems to me a math¬ 
ematical puzzle, Paul; the description of some 
locality, I think. 1 won't, interpret It to you. 
It would need a good topographical engineer to 
do t Imt. Where did you pick it up ?" 
Paul mumbled out something, and disap¬ 
peared. 
A week after the lieutenant returned to his 
regiment. Ho noticed Paul busy every night 
with his mathematics, and his slate and peucil. 
The dream book was laid on the shelf. 
Several months after, Mrs. Forbes, writing to 
her brother, said: 
“I have something to tell you of Paul which 
I know will please you. Much to my surprise, 
lm took the first prize in mathematics at school 
last term. Finding prize-taking agreeable, I 
11 resume, he has devoted himself to all his 
studies with renewed assiduity. But matho- 
maties appear to be a passion with the boy. He 
told me that he designed studying topographical 
engineering, the very profession I would have 
chosen for him. I cannot tell you how thankful 
I am for his sudden change.” 
The lieutenant laughed, but made no other 
sign. 
Ho heard from his sister but at long intervals, 
as he was stationed on the frontier, but every 
letter brought aeeounts of Paul’s incessant, 
steady labor in the one direction. 
Whether the hope of the treasure still urged 
him on, or whether he found that mathematics 
were his proper work, and (but for which his 
talents und real tastes best fitted him, wo cannot 
suy. But it is certain at the end of three years 
he was ready to enter the highest class in Prac¬ 
tical Surveying of the Polytechnic College. 
A year Inter, Lieut. Chllderwood was seated in 
Mu* door of his tent, where two or three strangers 
dashed up, aud a stout, bearded, bright-eyed 
young fellow Jumped off his horse, caught him 
by tho shoulders, shook him, laughed, and end¬ 
ed by kissing him like a girl. 
“ Paul Forbes! Bless you, boy! How did you 
eotne here?" 
Paul Jumped to his feet, turned red, und then 
burst into a shout of luugbter. 
“You were the seerpss? I know you were? ” 
The lieutenant, nodded. “Do you begrudge 
the dollar for Ids prophecy?’’ he said. “As I 
look back now, 1 don't, quite approve of my 
manner of teaching you your lesson, but you 
have shown yourself a better scholar than I 
feared. 
“Been appointed assistant, surveyor of this 
Territory, sir; attached to the exploration party 
under Gen. Hay, I can’t tell you all now, only 
that I have the position for ten years, at a fine 
Balary; and mother and Clara are snug and hap¬ 
py as they never were before. What do you 
think of that. Uncle Jem ?” 
Uncle Jem wrung his hand. "Think? Why, 
that you must have worked hard to achieve so 
much, Paul." 
“ Yes, yes. It took hard work ! ” nodding. “ It’s 
queer, too, what trifles will drive a fellow on a 
road, oh?” 
Several months after, the lieutenant came 
upon Paul, one day, who was looking at a bit of 
yellow paper covered with figures and lines. 
“ Do you know,” said lie, looking up, "there's 
a puzzle that took me years to work out? I did 
it just before I left home, and 1 found tho an¬ 
swer to it—nothing.” 
The lieutenant paused, smiled. “ Hard, health¬ 
ful study, a good profession and a good income 
will not serve fora pot of gold, then, Paul?” he 
said, with a shrewd twinkling in his eye. 
-—-- 
Be always frank and true; spurn every sort of 
affection and disguise. Have the courage to 
confess your ignorance and awkwardness. 
Confide your faults and follies to but few. 
