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that before? Where is the wound ? Let A flash of satisfaction passed over the me see it."

face of Florence. It did not escape the Florence uncovered the wounded side, eye of the physician. and the surgeon passed his hand lightly “I shall suggest to General Pemberton,” and skilfully around the little puncture. said he, coolly, “ to establish a guard in " It is here under the arm,” said he ; “ I front of your cave.

It will insure the will soon have it in my hand.” With a patient against any intrusive visitors.” touch of his lancet, he severed the thin “ Very well, sir,” said Florence, concovering of muscle which held it, and trolling her voice perfectly; " and you slipped the bullet into his hand.

will come again to-morrow ? " " It glanced along the ribs,” said he ; “Oh, certainly. Good-evening, mad“ had it entered the side, it would have am!” and with a polite bow, the physibeen another thing. But it ought to cian left her. have been out before.”

Florence dropped the curtain behind During the operation Florence had him, and with a suppressed groan sat stood pale

and motionless, her hands down by Carleton's side. The terror of tightly folded, and she drew a long breath his becoming a prisoner, and suffering all of inexpressible relief as the physician the barbarities she knew but too well applied the last bandage and covered the were inflicted upon Federal prisoners, patient up:

wrung her heart. How could she en“ He will live? ” she faintly asked. dure it? Could she by any means pre

" Live? Yes. But what is he say- vent it? Even were there to be no sening?

tinel to guard him, how could she find Carleton who had been a good deal means to secure his escape, ill and disturbed by the removal of the ball, now wounded as he was? And after all lay murmuring in indistinct tones, whose might he not die ? tenor the physician endeavored to catch. He was again confusedly murmuring,

“ General! - general ! – shall we every moment seemingly adding to his give them a little more grape

?

delirium. He was wandering in the • Is he an officer of the Yankee mountain caverns without. hope of resarmy?” inquired the physician, turning cue. The guerrillas now had him in sternly to Florence.

their clutches, and now he was feeding “He is! But you surely will not take the fire under the mountain cliff, his cousadvantage of secrets revealed in his de- in, just revealed, seated before him lirium to injure him ? ”

and repelling indignantly his suspicions. “ I shall do my duty; and first let me And now they were seated together as in inquire again how this young man came old times among the pleasant hills and here in your dwelling ?"

valleys of the North, or whirling in the “My servants brought him here. They tiny sleigh along the snow-path with were near him as he fell, struck by the jingling bells and prancing steed. Sud. bullet you have just extracted.”

denly some old scene seemed to return, “ But where was he? Within our and his voice grew low and plaintive. lines ?”

“ And you will give me up for a hard" He was.”

faced Scotchman, a slave-owner, harder “ Then he was here as a spy, and my than a Southern-born planter; and all

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heart of Florence as she listened to these what does life matter? What does life
wanderings of one who had loved her matter ?” There was a despondency and
from his boyhood, and who had never for- woe in his voice as he faintly murmured
gotten her, though she had turned from these words that no one could have with.
him and had married another who had stood. Florence stooped over him and
proved unkind and unworthy, — who touching her lips to his, whispered, “I
loved her yet with a love that coldness love you, Guy!”.
could not chill nor absence lessen. And "Say it again, Florence,” said he,
she, — did she love him? A mortal chill clutching at the air for her hand. “Say
shook her; for she remembered the barrier the words again." But she was
between them, the fatal vow to the dead. longer by him. He strained his aching
Did she love him? She bowed her head eyes to find her, but it was only the ne-
upon his pale hand which lay upon

the
gro

Josh who smoothed the bed-clothes as coverlet, as he once more wailed out, gently as a woman. “ You never loved me!” and pressed kiss Here, massa, jis' you tuk dis yere after kiss upon it, while tears streamed lemonade. It will cool yer fever. Dat's hot and fast.

a good massa. Now gwi to sleep." I love you, Guy! I do love you! I Carleton closed his eyes like an obedi. can say it now when you are all uncon- ent child; but sleep did not come. His scious of my words or acts. I love you, wanderings returned, yet the visions that Guy! and again her tears and kisses haunted him now were bright and beautirained fast upon the unconscious hand. ful and sweet. The negro watched him

Who can account for the strange influ- without a moment's cessation during all ence sometimes produced by what seem the night, humoring his fancies, reverenall insufficient causes ? Carleton turned tially hiding in his own heart every sehis head toward his cousin, and in seem- cret thing his wanderings revealed, and ingly perfectly rational tones said, - administering to his every need. At "Florence, did you speak?"

length, as daylight approached, a gentle “Do you feel better, Guy ?

moisture appeared on his brow, quiet “ It seemed to me that you spoke, and stole over his senses, and he fell into a at your words a strange glow of health calm, refreshing slumber. and joy went flowing through my veins. The morning found him rational and Didn't you speak?

free from fever. His wound was less " Yes, Guy, I spoke.”

painful and evidently doing well. He He lay as if thinking, with an anxious watched the curtain through which the look, striving hard to recall some memo negro passed in and out of his room, ry that eluded him. A glow slowly lit expecting some one else, while deep per

plexity stole over him as he gazed about “Florence, did you say you loved me, the room upon the clay walls and the roof or have I dreamed it ?

of rough logs and earth, through which A crimson glow covered the face of he could see green leaves waving in the Florence. “You dream strange things, sunlight. Guy. You must not talk. You must be “ Is this you, Josh ? Where am I? quiet. You are very ill. Here, let me give and what is all that cannonading that you a spoonful of this cooling drink » I hear ? Am I in General Grant's He feebly put it aside. Florence, did you say you

loved

me, “Lors, no, massa ! You're jis' in a big or did I dream ?"

hole in de groun',

a sort o'cave what de “Oh, yes, Guy; you know how much Vicksburg folks libs in, so dat de shell I prize your kindness and cousinly love." and de shot dat de Yankees send flyin'

A look of keen perplexity and distress over de bills sha'n't hurt us." grew in his eyes as, holding the hand of “ Am I in Vicksburg ? What does it Florence, he looked in her face.

mean? I must get up and go to head. “Did I dream it? If I dreamed it, quarters. I shall be wanted.”

as if

his dull eyes.

camp ?

“ Yer'll hab to lay yere, sar.

'Tis them. It was a few moments before she wounded ye is, sar, and de doctor's tuk could realize her situation, and remember a big bullet out on yer, sar.”

the wounded officer so dear to her who Carleton looked vaguely for a few mo- lay helpless in the inner room. She ments, while recollection seemed slowly to started to her feet, and after a refreshing return. " I remember! I remember! toilet, passed out to the entrancė of her And how long have I been here under cave. The first object which met her ground? I remember thinking I was eyes was a Confederate soldier gravely dead and buried. But who else is here ?” pacing to and fro before it. It was what

Oh, dere's a smart chance o'folks, sar; she had been prepared for, but her heart but yer mustn't talk, de whysician said, sunk within her at the sight. It argued and so I'll gwi and get yer some break- danger for Carleton as well as for herself

, fast.”

and she dared not think what disaster While the negro was gone, Carleton lay and sorrow the day might bring forth. vaguely and feebly thinking. It seemed The condition of Carleton was proto him that he could remember Florence nounced by Dr. Gates much improved. sitting by his side, and feeling her lips - He will soon be able to be removed,” touching his hand, and seeing her floating he remarked, with a meaning look at like a phantom before his bed. But it Florence, " when we will have him in a was all vague and misty, and he could not safer place than this little cave. Too make it real, and wearied and exhausted many shells explode in this neighborhood. with the effort, he tried to put it all Meanwhile, has he a good nurse, and can away as a vagary of fever.

you conveniently leave your children for “I have dreamed so much, so much. awhile? I think I have often observed I will wait.” He closed his eyes, and a colored servant whom you call Folie when the negro returned with his break- taking very excellent care of them. She fast, he was again quietly sleeping. is with them now out in yonder thicket

Meanwhile Florence had not slept, but of trees.” each hour of the night had witnessed her “ Folie is a faithful servant and I trust creeping softly between the curtain which her much, but I should not be willing to separated the living room from Carleton's leave my children

now,
while
every

hour and gazing for a few moments on his endangers their lives from the explosion flushed and fallen face. As the morning of shells.” approached and the first faint streaks of “And yet, if report speaks truly, you dawn began to render objects in the outer have left them for more than one day room visible, she stole into her own little or two, even in these stormy times," bedroom, where her children lay soundly remarked the doctor, significantly. sleeping, and lying down in her morning- Florence turned pale. wrapper by their side, fell asleep. The “I have left them to be sure, but it roar of the bombardment which had re- was only on occasions of urgent necessicommenced had not power to disturb her, ty!—and I have even been absent a day so profound were her slumbers.

or two, but it was because I had fallen When she again awoke, the sun wae into the power of some of the marauders riding up the heavens and pouring its who haunt every high-road, which is not rays through the drapery of grape-vines guarded by the Federals, within fifty

you."

should surely look after it occasionally; doubting the evidence of his senses. "Do and who have I to do so but myself?” you mean that you are loyal to the Con

“ True! true! I am glad that you federacy?have so plausible a

reason to offer for “I repeat what I said: I am true and your frequent absences and not always loyal to my country! And now, if you ladylike costumes. General Pemberton wish to oppress the young, helpless wodesires a little conversation with you, man whom your friend left an unprotectand has commissioned me to escort you ed widow, I am ready to accompany to his headquarters in the city."

“General Pemberton? He surely would “Why, one would think it one of the not oblige me to expose myself to the greatest misfortunes in the world to visit great danger of being killed by the shells General Pemberton! I thought you rethat are constantly falling into the city!" garded him as one of your friends."

“ There is a pause now, as usual at this “I have always respected him as an hour of the day, in the bombardment, and agreeable and honorable gentleman, — a I can promise you a safe escort, and the pleasant acquaintance. But you do not soldier who is promenading before your wish to persuade me that it is to a mere door will guard it against any intrusion social intercourse that you so politely in. while you are absent, which I hope will vite me? A military escort is not usual not be long, for I trust that you will be on such occasions.” able to give the general satisfactory ex- “No, madam, I do not," said the planation of certain mysterious appear- doctor, sternly, and walking towards the

You will have the kindness to entrance of the cave. “ Therefore if you prepare for your ride, for I have an am- will delay me no longer, I will be greatly bulance in waiting in yonder ravine, and obliged. It is not necessary to see your as I am in a good deal of haste you will guest again before starting." please use as little delay as possible.” Florence silently bowed, and entering

“ But if I decline to leave home now, her own bedroom, hastily donned shawl as I well may when a sick guest is under and bonnet, and announced herself ready. my care ?"

“ You will allow me to take leave of Then, madam, it will be my duty my children ?" to call to my aid a small military force "Certainly.” which accompanied me in the ambulance, Florence ran out to the little thicket and who still wait.”

where the children, Folie, and Josh were " I am to understand, then, that I am enjoying the cool, balmy spring air, and a prisoner ? Generous and noble it is, giving the negro special directions in resir, in the old family physician who owes gard to the treatment of Carleton, comvery much of his success in his profes- mitted him to his care. sion to the influence of the husband of “ I leave him with you for I have seen the widow whom he thus dishonorably that you are skilful and believe you betrays, entering her retreat under the faithful and true. Do not leave him guise of a friend! Let me congratulate many minutes at a time, and when I reyou, sir, on your new method of display- turn I hope to find him much better.”

ances,

NUMBER XLI.

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“Now I am ready, doctor,” she grave

THITHER-SIDE SKETCHES. ly said.

The doctor bowed, and taking her arm in his, led her down the steep hillside into Farewell to the Lake District.” — Arrival at

Liverpool. — Certain Reflections and Questhe ravine where the ambulance waited, tioninge. Homeward Voyage. Stop at and they were soon on their way into the Queenstown. - Excursion to Cork and Blar

ney Castle. - Halifax. - At Hither-Side. beleagured, shell-riddled city of Vicksburg, Florence with a heavy, boding

On a dark, drizzly morning, — gradualheart that weighed down her spirits and ly settling down into a soaking, rainy filled her with anxious fears.

day, - with regretful adieus, we left our (To be continued.)

charming home in Westmoreland, exchanging its sylvan delights for the te

dious monotony of a long journey by A WEAK WOMAN'S WAIL.

railway. By E. A. M.

* This was descending from the poetic to My darling! my darling!

the prose aspect of life, so suddenly I cannot let thee go :

breaking in upon our idyllic dreams My heart is like to break

with such abruptness, that we were ready With its burden of woe.

to cry with vexation as one by one the

familiar features of that beautiful land. Yestern I felt so strong,–

scape flitted away from our sight. Ab, So strong-hearted and brave :

Frederico ! caro mio! please God, To-day I seem to stand

some day will we again return to the On the brink of my grave.

peaceful enjoyment of this free and

healthful life! If ever tempted to leave Where has my courage flown?

our native land, hither let us come, and I weep and tremble sore ;

setting up our household gods in the I love the dear old fag,

midst of this fair scene, make for ourBut oh, I love thee more!

selves a resting-place apart from the dis

tracting din of the world's strife, and call Be patient, dearest, best, –

it home! These thoughts, and the It will not be for long :

hearty response to the longing wish exTo-morrow, when thou’rt gone, pressed in a few brief words to our comI will try to be strong.

panion, which we received from him then

and there, operated as a safety-valve to To-morrow, to-morrow,

our failing composure; whereat, much Ah, must I live to see

comforted, we lapsed into a state of The sun rise on my grief,

placid endurance, which not all the weaFar, far away from thee?

risome sameness of the journey, the wet

luggage on arriving at Liverpool, or the Oh, what is that I see?

dismal room at the hotel where we A gory, new-made grave!

stopped, had power to disturb.
Yes, yes, I'm very weak ;
It is true that I rave.

Ordering a cheerful fire “ because of

the present rain and the cold,” we soon In a swoon did you say?

unpacked the contents of certain travel. How could he leave me so ?

ling sacks, and having ascertained that no And yet, perhaps 'twas best

material damage had resulted from this I did not see him go.

too generous sopping of apparel, which

(contrary to any railroad system we had O my God! I thank thee

observed before) was unceremoniously That I, too, can die !

thrown upon platform-cars, there to enThough my grave may not be

dure an ordeal of fire or water; i. e., Beneath yon Southern sky.

sunshine or rain. Happy the feminine Pittsburg, Pa.

traveller who had no French millinery to

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