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ho had the law
upon hiseMe, and that (Jilburt Margrave
might ho rnado to pay dearly for his ab
duotion of tlm Octoroon.
I'.ut what If Gilbert and Cora should es
cape, and mako their way to tho Free
Mated of America?
Ho was a.'mobt mad with fury as thin
thought aroo to his brain. Immndiately
upon his arrival in New Orleans, ho dis
patched a nn'senger for hi confederate
and evil eounnolor, Silas Craig, and at
nine o'clock tho two men were Beatod
opposite to each other at a well-f urnishod
AugustuH was terrified at beholding
the change which the last twelve hours
had wrought in tho appearauco of the
lila laco was almost ghastly in its
sorpn-like huo; purple circles sur
I rounded his bloodshot eyes, and hla lips
i were black and dry, like, thoso of a euf-'-tferer
in tho worst utage of fever.
Throughout the weary night he had
never ceuned to pace up and down the
narrow space in hi oflice, pondering
upon his interview with Pauline Corsl.
Tho whole scaffolding of his life had
fallen away, Jeavlng him well-nigh
crushed amongst tho rulu.s.
The dark labyrinth of crime was clos
ing upon his steps, and ho knew not tho
end which lay before him.
But Augustus Iiorton wu ignorant of
the darker c imcs which had loft thoir
foul stain upon the lawyer's life. He
knew him to bo an unscrupulous rogue,
and attiociated with him because ho was
The fir.it step taken by the two men
was to communicate with tho police, in
forming them of the abduction of Cora,
and offering a large reward for the ap-
prenension or the fugitives.
This done, Silas Craig told his em
bloyer of the advertisement which had
been Inserted in that day's paper, the
advertlBement which oleared tho charac
ter of Paul Llsirnon, ana described the
whole affair of the robbery as a practical
iiis rago ana morimcauon knew no
bounds. He declared that he had been
fooled, duped, played with, by Silas
Craig; and demanded what ritzht the
lawyer had to serve him in this manner.
"Scoundrel !" he said; "you have been
bribed by Camillia Moraquitos; that
Spanish woman has paid you to be
You have no need to call hard names,
Mr. Horton," answered Silas; "I have
been paid by no one. It was necessary
to my own welfare to do this; and I have
done it. Think yourself lucky that I did
not betray you, and let the worthy citi
zens of New Orleans know your 6hare in
Augustus H or ton's cheeks and brow
flushed purple with suppressed rage.
He felt that he was in tho attorney'
power; and that a word from Silas might
blast his name forever.
V'Come," ho said; "the business is
done, it seems ; it is therefore too late to
41 k of it. My first task must be to
Vflnd this Octoroon and her lover."
"True. Every moment is of value to
us if we are not to let them escape."
'Escape!' cried Augustus, furiously;
"I would sooner perish in the attempt to
"Come, then! the St. Louis packet
starts in ten minutes from this time.
They may take that opportunity of leav
ing the city."
The two men hurried to the quay ; but
they were too lafe; the steamer had
started half an hour earlier than the time
mentioned by Silas Craig.
They made inquiries of the clerks
about the pier, but no one seemed able
to give them any information.
As they were leaving the quay, Silas
Craig uttered an exclamation of aston
ishment ou recognizing the lanky figure
of William Bowen, who was advancing
toward them at a leisurely pace.
The overseer wore a broad-brimmed
straw hat, and the light linen coat and
trousers customary throughout Louis
iana. "You here, William?" exclaimed Silas,
with surprise; "I thought you were at
Iberville where I left you in charge of
Bowen laughed, and glanced with
rather a peculiar expression at the at
torney. "I know you did," he said; "but you
see I've left those parts. I guess I
wrote you a letter, Mr. Craig, a week or
"In which I asked you the loan of a
"And I guess you refused 'em?"
The attorney bit his lip, and glanced
from Augustus to Bowen.
"Ah, 1 don't mind Mr. Horton know
ing our private transactions," said Bill;
"I asked for the loan of a paltry tbou
ant dollars, and you refused me. Now,
considering all things, I thought this
was rather shabby conduct, so I've dis
charged m3-seif from your employment,
and I calculate you'll have to look out
for another overseer."
Augustus Horton was prepared to see
the attorney resent the insolence of this
speech, but to his surprise Silas 6eemed
only anxious to conciliate Bowen.
"My dear William," he 6aid, "you
roust remember that you have driven me
rather hard lately. However, suppose
you call upon me at my office. We'll
settle matters there."
"We will settle matters, I reckon, Mr.
Craig," answered Bowen, and a close
observer might have detected a peculiar
significance in his tone.
But Silas Craig was too much agitated
to perceive this. He had not yet recov
ered from the extraordinary revealme&ts
made to him in his interview with Paul
ine Corel. He felt like a man who walks
blindfold upon the verge of a precipice,
and who knows that every new footstep
may hurl him to the gulf below.
Augustus and the attorney were leav
ing the quay when William Bowen called
I guess you were up to something
down here, gents," he said ; "you were
looking after somebody, weren't you?"
We were," answered Augustus ; "we
were in search of a runaway slave."
The gal as you're after is Gerald Les
lie's daughter, the Octoroon, I'll lay a
Hundred dollars?" cried Bowen.
The orersser laughed alod
by tin.) M. imia p
ago. I thought there was Something lu
tho wind, but I'd no authority to stop
"D n !" muttered Augustus Horton;
"that Englishman has foiled mo at every
turn. '1 ho next packet for St. Louia
ta ts th day after to-morrow. They'll
have eight-and-forty hours htart of us,
and they'll mako thoir way to a l'ne
Ho walked away from tho quay fol
lowed by Sif.-is Craig.
"if there's law in New Orleans," he
cried, "I'll v have them overtaken and
William liimoii stood for some minutes
watching the two men as they walked
"I think I managed that job rathei
rieatl'," ho paid, with a malicious
chuckle. "I've paid you out. Mr. Augus
tus Iiorton, for any impudence 1'vo ever
taken from you ; and in a couplet of hours
more, m y friend, Silas Craig, you and I
will have squared our accounts for the
Augustus and tho attorney walked
back to the house of tho former, after
making arrangements for tho pursuit of
Cora Leslie and her lover, lho planter
was maddened bv his defeat, and utterly
merciless to tho unhappy girl who hnd,
for a time at least, escaped from his
"I'll have hor brought back," ho cried,
"and lashed as a runaway slave. I'll
havo her advertised in every paper in
Louisiana. I'll tpend every dollar I pos
sess rather than let hor escape mo, and
I'll make Gilbert Margiavo pay dearly
for his insolence."
Silas and tho planter found Adelaide
norton and Mrs. Montresor 6ated be
neath tho veranda of the morning room,
which opened into a small garden.
The weather was so warm, that the
two ladies had left the interior of the
apartment for the airy shade of this ver
anda. We have not seen Adelaide Hoi ton
eincotho scene on board the :-.! i.iu that
disgraceful t-oeue, in which the young
girl had tulteied the pangs of Jealousy
to goad lir to an action i-nwoithy the
better feelings o her impulsive iia'.ura.
Bitter an.! Immediate had been the pun
ishment which followed that action.
Deppised by the man she had loved,
oast off by hor cousin and aflianccd lius
I hut Uet't was
by my la'.e part-
band, Mortimer lercy; harassed with
the tortures of self-reproach, the un
happy girl had ample cause for painful
reflection and regret.
She would have made any sacrifice to
recall her words of denunciation the mo
ment after their utterance.
The memory of her old friendship for
Cora Leslie 6tung her to the heart, and
the mildly reproachful gaze of tho Octo
roon haunted her perpetually.
Mrs. Montre3or had done her best to
console her niece ; but Adelaide's gayety
and light-heartedness had entirely de
She was no longer the same high
spirited girl who had arrived two months
before in New Orleans.
The ladies looked up from their work
as Augustus and tho lawyer approached
them. Adelaide perceived her brother's
ill-concealed agitation, and asked tho
cause of it.
He related his adventure on the quay.
"Then Cora and Gilbert Margrave
have left for St. Louis?"
"They have," answered Augustus with
an oath, "but they shall not long escape
me. Listen to me, Adelaide; you may
wonder at the passion I feel upon this
subject, but my pride has been humili
ated by the cool insolence of the Octo
roon, and whatever motive I may have
had for my conduct at tho slave-sale yes
terday, I have now no purpose but that
of bringing Cora Leslie's haughty spirit
to the dust. I will have her found and
brought back to New Orleans, and I will
give her to you as your lady's-maid. I
Snow that there is little love lost between
you, and that I could not easily inflict a
greater humiliation upon my tine lady."
"And you will give her to me?" ex
claimed Adelaide with evident delight.
"Yes. 1 thought you'd lite tho luea."
"V. nil I ma Onra. TtuMp
"I will. The girl cost me fifty thou
sand dollars, but I care for nothing now
but ray revenge. Make her your lady's
maid bring her nose to the grind-stone
let her feol what it is to be the slave of
a woman who hates her."
"I will gladly accept your gift, Augus
tus," said Adelaide, eagerly; "but I tear
that you will change your mind."
"Xo, Indeed !"
"Then suppose you write a memoran
dum of your gift and sign it in the pres
ence of Air. Craig and my aunt."
"Willingly," replied Augustus, and
seating himself at the table scrawled a
few lines, transferring tho Octoroon to
his sister, and after signing tho docu
ment, pushed it across to Silas Craig.
"Witness that, Craig," he said, "since
my sister is so much afraid of my break
ing my word."
Adelaide took up the paper, glanced at
its contents, and placed it in the pocket
of her dress.-
"I cannot tell you, my dear Augustus,
how grateful I am to you for this gift,"
she said, exchanging a look of peculiar
significance with her aunt, Mrs. Montre
sor. Five minutes afterward, Myra, the
Quadroon slave, announced Air. Leslie
and Mr. Percy.
The planter received his visitors with
cold politeness, but the rat-like eyes of
the attorney glanced with a look of
hatred at Gerald Leslie.
Mr. Leslie was not alone; Toby, the
mulatto, followed him into the garden.
Silas Craig started from his seat with
an angry oath. "What brings you here,"
he cried, "Toby?"
"Do not blame him, Mr. Craig," an
swered Gerald Leslie, quietly, "it Is I
who have brought Toby here."
"Oh, it was you, was it? and by what
right do you order my 6laves about,
pray, Mr. Leslie?"
"You will learn that in due time; I
have reason to think that Toby's pres
ence will be needed."
The attorney quailed beneath tho
6teady gaise of Gerald Leslie. He felt
that some hidden danger was threatened
by this visit-
"Pray, Mr. Leslie." 6aid Augustus
Horton, "may I venture to ask the
motive which has brought you and my
cousin to a house in which you can
hardly expect to be very welcome?"
"You will very soon know that, Mr.
Horton,' answered Gerald. "Our visit
to-day is to Mr. Craig, rather than to
yourself; and our motive in coming to
this house is that you may learn the true
character of the man whom you have
chosen as your associate."
"I require no such teaching. Air. Les
lie," said Augustus, haughtily. "Silas
Craig, why do you sit there like a stock?
Why don't you speak, man; and ask
Gerald Leslie what he means by this?"
"Shall I answer that question, Mr.
Horton?" replied Leslie. "Silas Craig
ooes not speak because he dares cot;
bscaus he knows his own guilt, and
knows that the selxurs and sale of my
9'99?fIj. whlob took place yssttrdaj.
one liunieu uoiiara.
paid to htm a year ao
nor. Philip lievertou.
Silas Craig laughed aloud ; but it was
a hollow and afiected mirth, which couhl
scarcely havo deceived tho most shal
"Von are either a fool or u mad:na:i,
Gerald Leslie." ho f-aid. "If Philip
Treverton hud paid the mon.-y hj would
have had a document; who can prove
tho payment of tho debt?"
"I can !' exclaimed William Bowen,
emerging from tii;? window of tho
inoi lung roiirn. " 1'ou refused m a pul
try thousand dollars, Mr. Silas Cia;g, I
reckon I've paid you out foryour t-habby
conduct. Hero's the receipt the genu
ine, document in your own hand wilting,
signed wit h your own name, and given
by you to Philip Trverlon."
He thrust an open paper iatolho at
torney's hau l. Silas sat gasping at the
document, as if ho had been rooted to
"Ay, you may stare," said Bowen.
"You told mo to burn that paper, didn't
you, upon lho night ot Philip Trever
ton 's death? And you saw me burn it as
you thought, but'l know the slippery
customer I had to deal with, and 1
changed the papers. You thought you
heard footsteps outsldo the door, and
while you turned round to listen I sub
stituted a blank sheet of foolscap for tho
receipt, and thrust it into the fire. You"
sa v the blaze, and you were satisfied. J
kept the genuine document, thinkiug i
might be ufceful."
Paul, in which Don Tomaso revealed to
him that ho was tho sou of a favorite
quadroon f lave, whom tho Spaniard had
married after giving her her freedom.
The mat riago had been kept a feeeret
on account of the l;usi; pi Me of I'on '1 o
iiiitso, which would not peimit him to
acknowledge as his wif'i m;o who was
known to have been a slave.
After leading these two doeumonts
the young man leil un.m his kiieei In an
attitude of thaiiKs;'iv:iig.
'Pioviucneo, I thank thee!" he -j-ciaimed.
"I am i o i nger a runnel.
oulea-t a dependent n tho ehaiity of
strangers, lie whom 1 so dearly loved
whs indeed i.:y lather, an I humble,
though my mother may hue been, her
ton has no causo to Muh for her."
His next e.tre w a.-. to place the prociom
documents in sai'el v.
He would not trust them about his
own person lest h s undo should have
found some plot to get them from him
he therefore secuied lh m in a small
leathern portmanteau, the lock of which
would have defied the cleverest thief in
x ii? ,rr i l .Tj.c i it 1"4 i.o n iniTt goni
chain, which he wore under his waist
whidi held the locket
li:iV. iHirirnit 1 lio li.i-k
rece i v e d the
the hand of Pau
lino Corsl, with
manner of one
who scarce know:
whether he is
but the entrance oi
lwake or dreaming;
;,ho Captain of tho Amazon obliged tho
young man to recover from the tempor
ary stupor into which he had been
"Mademoiselle Corsl!" he exclaimed;
Prendergills. Vvhat does this jiean?
"It me,ans." answed the Frenchwoman,
xnai you s.'iouia guard mat paper as
dearly as your life. Ask me no questions
till you have seen Don Juan Aloraquitos,
and come with me at once to his study.
captain irenaergiiis, you will wait till
"Yes, mademoiselle," answered tho
"lou, Arinaud, will leave mo for to
day," murmured Pauline, placing her
nana in mat oi nor lover; "I uavo a
task to perform before I shall be worthy
of your affection. In tho meantime trust
me, and wait,"
"I will, answered the artist; "I will
return to my hotel, and be ready to at
tend you at any moment you may need
"Gentlemen," said tho Frenchwoman,
turning to the two visitors,.who had been
looking on with considerable wonder
ment, at a scene they had ben unable to
comprehend, 'I fear that we have sadly
wasted your valuable time. Events
have occurred which will unavoidably
postpone the ceremony you were invited
"Then there will be no wedding to
"There will not."
"Don Juan i3 ill, I fear?" said one of
"lie is not quite himself," answered
The two gentlemen expressed their re
gret and retired, accompanied by Ar
mand Tremlay. Captain Prendergills
seated himself in an easy chair, and
stretching his great legs upon an em
broidered cushion, took a pipe and tobacco-pouch
from his pocket and pre
pared to enjoy himself.
"If you could send mo a bottle of
brandy to wet my Hps with, while I'm
waiting, I should take it kindly, made
moiselle." he said.
Paulino promised that his request
phould bo attended to, and left the room,
followed by Paul.
But on the threshold of Don Juan's
private apartment sho paused and hesi
tated for a moment.
"He knows nothing yet of what has
happened, sho said ; "I had better see
him alone. Wait!"
She entered tho apartment and re
mained about a quarter of an hour. That
period seemod an age to tho young man
as he paced up and down tho hall
He had thrust tho parchment into tho
bosom of his coat, Ho was dying to pe
ruse its contents, but refrained from do
ing so until ho could gain tho solitudo of
his own chamber.
He did not perceive two glaring eyes
which followed his every movement from
a dark corner of the shady hall.
The eyes were those of Tristan the
slave, who 6tood concealed behind one
of the pillars which supported the ceil
ing of the apartment. Pauline Corsi at
last emerged f i om the chamber of Don
"He will not see you yet," she 6aid;
"but in two hours from this time you
are to go to him, and all will be arranged.
He promises that the past shall be atoned
for, at least as far as vou are concerned. I
In tho meantime you had better rest, for
you look hat-gard and worn out, as if you
had not slept for long."
"I have not," answered Paul; "my du
ties on board the Amazon and my own
troubles have hindered me from sleep."
"Then go to your own room and rest.
Remember your interview with Don Juan
will be a painful one, and you will need
to be prepared for it."
"But Camillia, let me 6ee her "
"Not until you have seen her father.
Nay, do not think me cruel; trust me, I
act for the best. She has seen your
name and character cleared to the eyes
of the world, and he is happy. You
will forget the foolish words I spoke to
you when last we met in the hou6e, and
you will trust me, will you not?"
"I will, Pauline."
' "Then prove your trust by implicit
"I will." answered the young man.
He retired to his old apartment. It
had been undisturbed since the day on
which he quitted it. His books and: pa
pers all remained a3 he had left them,
not a speck of dust had gathered upon
any article in the room.
ilo knew not that this was owing to
the orders given by Camillia Moraquitos
to her favorite slave, Pepita.
He entered the chamber, and was
about to secure the door before reading
the document given to him by Pauline,
but he found, to his surprise that there
was no key in the lock.
He had always been in the habit of
locking the door, and he knew, there
fore, that the key had been removed
since he left the villa.
Taking the parchment fhrtn Lis breast
he seated himself near the window, be
neath the shade of the Venetian shut- '.
ten. and sommsncfd his examination of :
ing Cumilha t. port rait ; ln-, locket which
had been observed by Augustus Horton.
Having done thi.4 Paul looked at his
r ne w note business naa only occupn
nair an nour; no nan tnerefore an lioui
anu a nan to wait i. ire nis interview
with Don Juan Alora iniios.
Pauline torsi had forbidden him to
leave his apart mcuts until summoned to
He took up a book, br.t was unable to
concenirato his attention uoon the
A low coiien stood near the open win
dow, and l aui tnrew nimseir upon the
cushion, and abamloDod himself to re
tin oiu not mean to steep, nut the
rrornlng was hot and sultry; and ex
hausted by excitement and bv Ioi
nights of fatigue, his eyes closed and ho
,V!i into a plumber.
While he lay in that strange state of
poml-confciousr.f-s, wlric'i is neither
sleeping nor waking, ho fancied bo saw
a uariv nguro glide soitiy m a tun door
of tho chamber and conceal itself behind
the aruple folds of the window curtains.
mis iiL'iire entered tno room with so
noiseless a tread, and disappeared eo
quickly, th;it Paul, whoso eves had been
half closed all tho time, thought tho ap
panuon lormed part oi his dream.
He fell into a deep clumber, from
which he was suddenly aroused by the
shutting of the door of hts apartment
This door had been closed so quietly.
tiiat the sound would have been unheard
by an ordinary sleeper; but the over
strained state of ik young man's nerves
was 6uch that whisper would have
The room w i irkened by the closed
Venetian shutters which excluded the
burning sun. nd loft tho apartment in
Paul tpraug to his feet and looked
about hiia. The chamber was empty.
He tore aside the window curtains, but
there was no one lurking behind theii
His next impulse was to look to the
safety of the portmanteau. It was gone.
He had placed it on a chair near tin
couch, on which he lay, bit the chai
lie searched me apartment, but in
vain; tne portmanteau had disappeared.
He rushed from the room, and to the
hall below; the first person he met wa-
l'ep:ta. lie inquired of her. If 6he had
met any one carrying a portmanteau.
"A little leather box, massa?
"xristan jes carry one out or do House
den, massa; Pepita see him," answered
Which wav- did he go?" exclaimed
Paul, breathless with agitation.
"Out o door, Massa Paul : to do wood-
house, Pepita tink.
Paul waited to hear no more, but rushed
to the back premises, amongst which tho
wood-house was situated.
The wood-house was a rudely-cosi-
structed building, in which timber was
kept for the stoves. As Paul approached
tho door, he perceived wreaths of ta!e
blue smoko issuing from tho crevices in
the wood work.
This smoko indicated the burning of
umuer in ma nut. iaili trieu to open Hie
door, but it was bolted on the inside. He
flung himself with all his force against it.
but it resisted his efforts.
He felt that the slave Tristan hail taken
the portmanteau into the hut for some
"Tristan!" ho cried, "Tristan! open
the door or I will shoot you through a
crevice in the wood.
The negro only answered with a mock
ing laugh. Aleanwhile the smoko, in
creasing every moment in volume, almost
suffocated the young man with its stifling
Suddenly, Paul remembered that on the
other side of tho wood-house there was a
small window which admitted light into
He ran round to this window.
The shutters were nailed together, but
the wood was rotten and the hinges worn
Paul wrenched them asunder with the
rapidity of lightning, daohed his hand
through the dingy glass of tho window,
flung it open and sprang into the hut.
A log fire was blazing in the center of
tho building, and Tristan, the negro,
knelt over the flames with the portman
teau in his hand.
Paul sprang upon him and tore the
leather case from his grasp, but the negro
was the stronger of the two.
He regained possession of the port
manteau and made toward the door of the
Again Paul Hung himself upon him, and
this time the struggle between the two
men was terrible in its Intensity.
The face of Paul was white with con
centrated rage, while the dilated eyes of
the negro glared lite those of a fiend. ,
Tristan's superior strength had nearly
mastered his opponent, when, with a
desperate effort. Paul grasped the port
manteau, and with one well-planted
blow, brought the negro to the ground.
He lay where he had fallen, stunned
Paul returned to the house, carrying
the precious burden' with him. The two
hours had nearly expired, and the time
approached for his interview with Don
He can-led the portmanteau to his
apartment, unlocked It, took out the
documents and placed them once more
in his bosom, determined to carry them
on his person at any risk.
VThey must kill me before they obtain
them," he muttered.
He looked at his watch. The two
hours had fully expired. The interview
was to take place at one o'clock. The
hands upon ths dial pointed to the hour.
Hs left his room In ordsr to proceed to:
Don Juan's apartment; but upon the
landing-place bis stpa wers arrested by
That soiit d was the report of a pistol
which icverberulod thrcugh tho hall
Paul was not the only person who
hea d the ominous sound. As he paused
for a moment motlonler. with horror
and alai m, the door of the apartment op
posite to him was opened mid Pauline
Corsi i tood upon tho ihieshoM.
t-he was not ah-ne; closo behind her
appeared the pale face of Camillia Mora-;uitos.
! Both the '.i omen were leri ihly agitated.
I The Spar.ii.li girl endeavored to rush
i out upon the landing, but Paulino thiow
! her anus cooiu her and ai rested her
Keep her hack." she i led. "ir you
love le-r, keep her lck. Paul, while I go
und see what that sound menus."
Paul obeyed; holed Camillia back into
her ow n apai t nient, anil ide:i ored to
calm her agitation.
But in vain. She would not listen to
his attempts at con.olat Ion ; but im
plored him again and again to let her go
to her fathei .
"I know that something Jreadful has
happened," she said; "you are ail in
league to deceive mo. My father is in
danger, and you are cruel ci ough to keep
sio i rmn rii..!.i" 'o his sid
ilTiii numiriii rauiirn i n-tiirnni.
The young man saw by her ghastly face
something terrible had indeed oc
curred. Come w ith me, Paul," she said ; "you
can see Don Juan now."
Camillia caught hold of her hand. "II
can see my father. Ah, then, ho is safe;
ho is saf-i, Pauline ?" sho ci ied.
The Frenchwoman did not answer, but
silently led Paul from tho room.
lie followed her down the stairs, but
on the threshold of Don Juan's chnuibei
she paused, and took the young man's
hand in her's which was icy cold.
"Prepare yourself for a tearful shock,
Puul," siie said, "for an a .vful sight. Ar.i
you irav enough to encounter theniV'
"What you, a woman, can endure, I
can also bear,' he answered calmly.
"Crime brings a feaiful retribution,"
murmured the Frenchwoman, in an awe
stiiekon voice; "and however slow the
foot.-d.eps f tl'.e avenger, he is not th'i
!ps sure" to overtake his victim. Voul
uncle has paid the penalty of his sins."
the 070.101 ttto door, and the yocQr
man foi.o.v M h t i : Ut t.'jo chamber.
It wa.t iiic. chamber ot death.
Don Juan Moraqu.tos lay upoa tho rich
Pr-;--:.-in cn-pt. his f ;:;. toward tho
ground, and a pistol lying a low ace
from his outsi.ioLched hand.
A more ghastly sight had never been
shone upon by the bright summer un,
whose beams stole into tho apartment
through tho Venetian shutters, and il
luminated the blood-stained floor, on
which the suicide w as stretched.
Upon the table in the center of tho
room, lay a letter addressed to Paul
The ink of the superscription was still
wet, though the hand which had fash
ioned the characters was now that of a
Paul tore open tho envelope, nnd read
the word-j written within. Tho suioido's
letter ran thus :
You have boon told a secret, which
my guilt has kept from you for thirteen
years. 1 do not ask you to forgivo me, for
you know not, and you will never know
what you have to forgive : I go to seek
mercy from a higher tribunal than those
which meet on earth. I could not live
to blush beneath the glance of ray
nephew. You love my poor Camillia;
make her happy, and tho spirit of him
who has wronged you will bless you
even in death. Sho will bo as rich a.s
yourself. If your love for tho daughter,
can ever prompt you to think with less
anger of tho father's guilt, you will be
showing mercy to tho unhappy wretch
w ho writes these lines.
M ated : "t ho !
' '1 lie dead ! ' h
"Yc-t, (lorald," an werej - ho stranger,
extending his hand to Colas father;
"that Philip 1 1 overtoil whom you hav
been taught to think a gu ireiiei mid a
cheat. '1 hat 1 lulip to hoin, w hen about
to sail for Kiiglun.l, jou inirunted a hugo
sum of money, to be paid I y him to that
wretch yonder. You d failed, f-ei'Uio lu
the bel.ef that your liiend and paitne
was a man ot honor, nnd (hat the molmy
w as as mfo 111 hi hands ns in our own.
Un yiiui iciiiiii )im ni'ir told t h.,t your
friend was dead. 10. 1 thai He- iii'.iioy had
Hot li'i n pa.d. I have only ',. .iiii.-d to
liiiv, from the lips oT I'.ouen tl.ee, your
uoblo and gem-10'is c 'ieliif.. Vou nt
tei ed r.o w 01 d of com;''. ', no s;, liable
of lepl'oil' il, hilt ou bore n,i to Il.e lo.it,
again t the icicihis brought upi.njou,
as ou thought, by tho dishonor . t an
other." "Do not sp -a'i r thai, Philip," Kald
Cerald Leslie ; ! attributed tho 1o.-m of
tho money to some fatal Moment of im
prudence, and 1 never, oven In thought,
accused you of dishonor."
"Imprudence would have been dli
bonor in such a cii'c" answered Philip
Tre.verton. ' Av, s,llas Craig, well mar
:.' i ii , 4 :i ;i lii i , 1
11 a .it
ET us return to
tho moment at
which Silas Craig
received from tho
hands of William
IJowen, his ac
com p 1 i c e and
tool, the docu
ment which ho
had fully bo
lleved to be destroyed.
It is thus that, the wicked. are always
no-erted and betrayed by their alues.
The old phrase, "Honor among thieves
Ls a false and delusive one.
Among the di-dionest there can be no
honor. The sa.ue impulse which
prompts them to cheat and deceive their
victims, will, at another time, induce
them to cheat each other.
Thus it was with the unscrupulous
overseer, William Bowen; so long as his
employer had paid him for his silence ho
was content to suppress tho guilty secret
of the money whicti .Silas had received
from Philip Treverton, but on the first
occasion of tno attorney s refusing to
supply him with funds, ho was ready to
turn round and betray him.
It was with this view that he had con
trived to substitute a blank sheet -of
paper, and to preserve the actual receipt
written and signed by Silas Craig.
The wealthy attorney, the pretended
Christian, stood convicted a cheat and a
Augustus Horton turned indignantly
from his old ally.
Bear witness, Sir.' Leslie, and vou.
Mortimer," he said, "that I did not know
what this man was." .. . ,
Silas Craig gnashed his teeth in
sllenee; then crushing the paper in his
hand, he rose from his chair and looked-
about him. ...
It Was tho look of a'wlld beast at bay;
the look of a fox that knows the chase is
over and the dogs are around him.
He ' 6ees their glaring eyes, ho feels
their hot and hungry breath, but he de
termines on concentrating the energy of
his nature on one last eflort.
"This receipt is : a forgery!" he
screamed, in a shrill and broken voice.
T deny its validity !"
"Take care. bfias Craig,?' said his old
accomplice. "I calculate lying won't save
you. You'd better speak the truth for
once in a way I reckon, and throw your
self upon the mercy of these gents."
"I deny its validity!" repeated the at
torney; "it's an infamous forgery, fabri
cated by that man, William Bowen. I
defy any living creature to prove that
Thilip Treverton paid me one hundred
"Beware .SUas Craig!" said a voice
from the interior of the apartment. "You
defy the ' living, do you also defy the
dead?". :: , .
A man emerged from the shadow of
the curtains about the window. The
man was the elder of the two gold-diggers;
but he was no stranger to those
assembled there. .
"The dead !" gasped Silas, dropping
once more into his chair. "
i Those present sever , forgot '. the ex
pression of the attorney's face, as with
ODa mouth and protruding eye-balls, he
stared at the new comsr.
, 1 was but for a moment that they be
tiald ths gazs of horror, for after one
brtsf flsn.ee hs covered his face with LU
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