@ VOL. 42—No. 37. Rh THE NEW YORK WEEKLY. ee POLLY. In a little scarlet Kirtle, With a dewy sprig of myrtle, She comes tripping from the dairy When the dawn begins to peep, Where the snowy lambs are skipping And the swallows gayly dipping She stands with dimpled elbows— I can see her in my sleep! How her rosy fingers twinkle As she milks! The tinkle, tinkle In the milk-pail is delightful; - I could listen all the day. It sets my heart a-flutter Just to see her pat the butter; For she rolls it and she pats it In a wildly witching way. *Tis sad to see the lasses Frown upon her as she passes, But she gives her wayward curls a toss, The saucy little sprite ; She knows the laddies love her, For they never fail to hover Like bees around an apple bloom When Polly comes in sight. alle is: [THIS STORY WILL NOT BE PUBLISHED IN BOOK-FORM ] MAGGIE, THE CHARITY CHILD. By FRANCIS S. SMITH, Author of “Bertha, the Sewing-Machine Girl,” ‘*Little Sunshine,” *“‘Daisy Burns,” etc., etc. [“MAGGIE, THE CHARITY CHILD” was commenced in No. 22. Back numbers can be obtained of all News Agents.) CHAPTER XXXIiI. DELIRIUM TREMENS. The consciousness of innocence is a great strength- ener to those who, either from a concatenation of | called | : : | the circumstances under which we met were not! | calculated to inspire me with any very great respect | But I will not add to the miseries of an | | already crushed man, so let that go. | not try to do better?” “What! now,!” replied Morgan, with bitter empha- | circumstances, or the malice of enemies, are upon to suffer unmerited punighment. The daring highwayman, who, in the prosecution of his desper- ate trade, does not hesitate to peril his life with a recklessness which shows an utter contempt of dan- | ger, may be the veriest coward in the solitude of his gloomy cell, while the most timid man, laboring under unjust accusation, may, by the force of his moral power, find contentment even in a dungeon. Charles Hollister had passed through all the horrors, to aman of strict integrity and refined mind, of a preliminary examination before a magistrate and a commitment on suspicion of murder. He had been exposed to the gaze of anignorant and brutal crowd of loungers in open court, and his ears had caught their heartless remarks as he was led away by the officer—“‘That’s him!” ‘Yes, they’ve got the right one—there ain’t a doubt of it!” “I never saw sucha hang-gallows lookin’ young thief in my life!” ‘“That’s the way with these rich fellers—there ain’t one of ’em but wot’ll murder if he gets the chance!” and other expressions of like nature. And finally he taken leave of his friends, and for the first time in his life found himself a prisoner. And yet Charles Hollister did not despair. Ef ) faith in, and reliance upon, a just and ever vigilant Deity, he never for a moment doubted that his per- fect innocence would ultimately be made manifest, and it was with an actual feeling of relief that he found bimself shut out, for a season, from the world. Feeling as he did, that there was no real happiness for him in the future, he found a melancholy pleas- | ure in dwelling upon the past, and the first few hours | -of his. prison experience were spent in retrospection. During this time he recalled every incident of his life from his earliest recollection up to the moment of his incarceration. With a sigh he aroused himself from his sad reflections at last, and reaching forth his hand, picked up from the little shelf in his cella well-worn copy of the Bible, the divine pages of which had spoken peace, and consolation, and hope to many a poor wretch who had preceded him. He opened the precious volume, and singularly enough, the first sentence upon which his eyes rested was the twelfth verse of the fifty-fifth psalm, which some | unfortunate prisoner had marked with a pencil, and | | cell and cowered there tremblingly ; ‘can’t you keep | you delight to see me tortured ? | which runs as follows: “For it was notan enemy that reproached me; then I could have borne it; neither was it he that hated me that did magnify himself against me; then I would have hid myself from him.” It was very applicable to his own case, and natur- ally led him to wonder who his persecutors were and what could be their motive in bringing about his ar- Test. “Tt could not have been an enemy, or one who hated me.” he mused, ‘‘for [do not remember ever to have wronged a human being intentionally in my life. Who, then, could it have been, and what could have actuated him?” His soliloquy was suddenly interrupted by the opening of his cell door, and the next moment a man was thrust rudely in and the door was again closed and locked. It was near twilight, and Hollister could not dis- tinguish the features of the man who had thus un- ceremoniously been forced upon his company, but he eould see that his face was bloody and his clothes torn and covered with mud. It was evident enough, also, that he was intoxicated, for after a maudlin ef- fort at speech, ending in a signal failure, he threw himself upon the floor of the cell, and the stertorous breathing which almost immediately followed the act showed the narcotic potency of his imbibations. “Tt seems I am to have company, at all events,” said Hollister, with anything buta feeling of satis- faction. ‘‘He will not be likely to trouble me much with his conversation, however. Poorfellow! How sad is the spectacle of a man whose reason is de- throned by strong drink!” Hollister kept awake till about nine o’clock, think- ing over his troubles, and at length weary and worn out by the exciting events of the day, he threw him- self upon the rude prison pallet in the hope of find- ing forgetfulness in slumber. It was some time, how- | ever, before sleep would come to his relief, for ever | and anon as he dozed he was called back to conscious- ness by the startling imprecation, or the boisterous laughter, or the obscene jest of some case-hardened eriminal who sought to stifle reflection by convers- ing with the occupant of some neighboring cell as ill at ease as himself. Nature triumphed at last, however, and the wrong- fully accused youth slept soundly and tranquilly—as tranquilly, indeed, as though he were on his bed of down in the Seymour mansion—so true is it that con- scious innocence is a sovereign antidote to the en- venomed fangs of malice and calumny. For a number of hours Hollister enjoyed undis- turbed repose, and he was awakened at last by the sound of loud oaths and execrations in his cell. He sprang up in his bed to find that the gray of dawn was creepinginto his cell, andcasting hiseyes around, his gaze met that of his fellow prisoner, who was sit- ting upright on the cold floor, with a look of frenzy in his eyes and the most frightful language rolling from his bloated lips. It was still too dark for them to make out each other’s features distinctly, but the discourse of the man convinced Hollister that his brain was wandering, and that the farther he could ‘keep from him the better. He made no attempt to move from his bed, therefore, but: sat still and listened with a thrill of horror to the ravings of the madman. “You accuse me of having married her only for her money, do you!’’ he said, glaring wildly upon Hollis- ter, ‘‘and of leaving her to get along as best she could when I found that I could not get possession of what I married her for? Well, come, I’ll not deny it. Ha! ha! ha! T'lUnotattemptto deny it! I will putina plea of justification. What right bad the old man to withhold his gold? Had he given me what I wanted, all would have gone right enough, but he chose to fight with me, and I hope he is satis- fied with the result of the contest—Z am! Ha! ha! ha! Lam! Tam! Iam!” And he made the cellring again with his wild laughter, seizing the toe of each boot the while and rocking himself hurriedly to and fro. Then suddenly checking himself, he assumed a fierce expression, and exclaimed, savagely, ‘‘You won’t speak, eh? Are yousitting there injudgment? Of course you are, else why have you summoned | that pale and haggard creature to testify against me? Well, place her on the stand, if you like, and I will admit the truth of her testimony in advance. You needn’t think to intimidate me by talking of death, and the grave, and the dread hereafter. Priests may frighten soft-hearted fools with such nonsense, but it is thrown away upon me!” Again he paused for an instant, and then suddenly a look of extreme | fear convulsed his features, as he exclaimed, ‘Now they are coming to torture me again! The little devils and the big devils! They are coming to dance in my brain, and to crawl into my pockets, and up my legs, and into my bosom, to pinch and puncture, and to lacerate my flesh, and to eat out my heart! There! now they are atit! and there are the snakes again! Oh, don’t torture me so! Take your coils - from my throat! Oh oh! oh!” And clutching at | for you. | retreat for me, now, but there is for you. | What are you here for?” had | Possessing unbounded } i them off, | his neck in the effort to grasp the imaginary reptile, he threw himself with a howl of despair upon his face, and, as he writhed in pain, begged piteously for mercy. “Miserable man!” exclaimed Hollister, with a shudder, ‘tan exhibition of torture such as you are suffering is a stronger argument against intemper- ance than ever was enunciated from pulpit or plat- form. How terribly does nature punish those who transgress her laws!” By this time the daylight had so far advanced that every object in the cell was distinctly visible, and, as the wretched victim of delirium tremens began slowly to raise himself from his prostrate position, Hollister began to think seriously of calling for assistance. He was by no means lacking in courage, but the object before him was one calculated to appall the bravest. The prospect of a close encounter with a man who, besides being his superior in size, was laboring under the most fearful of all the phases of madness, was anything but an agreeable one, and Hollister might well have been excused for wishing to avoid it. He would scarcely have had time to shout, however, even had he resolved to do so, for suddenly, as quick as thought, the man sprang to his feet, and rushing toward Hollister, he grasped him tightly with both hands by the lapels of his coat, and shouted: “T will plead no longer. Call off your family of fiends, or I will brain you!” He gazed steadily upon the face of the startled youth as he spoke—long and eagerly did he gaze, and as he did so, Hollister imagined that something like the light of reason be- gan to show itself in his eyes. Suddenly he felt the grasp which had held him with vise-like firmness relax, and then the man let go his hold altogether, and looked curiously around the cell, evidently won- dering why he was there, and searching in his mind for the cause that brought him there. All in a mo- ment he seemed to fully realize his position; for, turning away, he dropped his chin upon his bosom, and wept likea child. ‘I see it all now,” he moaned. “T have been getting into some trouble while drunk, again, and have been thrown in prisor in consequence. But why are you here?” he continued, raising his head and gazing sorrowfully at Hollister. “I could bear to look upon any human face better than upon yours, for there is no one Hying whom I have wronged so much.” ‘““My poor man,” replied Hollister, sympathetically, | “you never wronged me, to my knowledge, for I do not know you.”’ “Tam aware of it,’ replied the man, “but I know you. Look at me closely, andtell me if you do not | recollect having met me once before.” As he spoke he advanced close to Hollister and brushed the matted hair away from his forehead | The light was by this time strong | in the cell, and after looking fixedly at the man for | some moments, Hollister recognized under all the | disguise of blood, and dirt, and bloat, the features of | with both hands. the villainous Col. Morgan. ’ “T do recollect you now,” replied Hollister, “and Why do you sis. “Try to do better now! As well might you ask aman who has allowed himself to be drawn into the | rushing tide of a cataract why he does not swim back | | dar I stood. No, no—there is no Tell me, after he has reached the brink. “T am here on a charge of murder,” replied Charles, “but sf “Hatha!” interrupted Morgan, hysterically, his that you and I were hung together on the same gal- lows, and that your last utterance was a curse hurled | And this is to be the end—this is to be the} | Jus’ den, sar, I felt de flour a-ticklin’ my nose an’ [| L so dat she | couldn’t stan’ it any longer, but jumped to her feet | and flew up stars as ifthe debil was arter her shuw’ | When [I heard dat mas’r Charley had been | ’rested an’ a picter wot didn’t b’long to him foun’ in |} atme! A end—this is to be the end!” “Mysterious man!” exclaimed Hollister, who re- | membered Mr. Seymour’s interposition on behalf of | the gambler on the occasion of their first meeting, | and who could not divest himself of the idea that there was something in the history of the man which in some way affected him, ‘‘why should your dreams be of me? I repeat that I do not know you!” “And I repeat!’ ejaculated the gambler, wildly, “that Ido know you! I did not when I attempted | to rob the old man and you came suddenly upon me, but I met him again on the next day, and then he was kind enough to tell me who you were. My curses on him for the favor, for if he had not enlightened me I should not have felt this terror of hanging with you.”’ “Make your mind easy on that score,” replied Hol- lister, ‘‘there is little probability of my hanging, for Fam not guilty. But will you not tell me who and what you are ?” “Yes,” returned the gambler, in a tone of agony, “tf you are hung—and the devil is, at this mement, | whispering in my niurderer !”’ ; “But whatis your hame?”’ urged Hollister, ‘‘and why are you so deeply interested in my fate ?”’ ‘““‘My name is—my name is—my name is,” replied the gambler, pausing at each repetition as though irresolute how he should answer the questions which had been propounded—‘my name is—Col. Morgan. Iam _a gambler by profession, and, and, and your very humble servant. Ah, there they come again!” he shrieked suddenly, as he rushed to a corner of the ear that you will be—I am your or do Well, well, if you will persist in attacking me, I will no longer remain passive—I will play the cornered rat and fight! There! take that! and that! and that!’ Andas he spoke,,he lunged out right and left at his enemies, his fury increasing with each successive blow, till at length, in a paroxysm of rage, he rushed at the massive walland dashen his head against it, till he fell with a deep groan to the floor of the cell. “The man must be taken in charge!’ exclaimed Hollister, ‘‘or he will do himself a mortal injury.” And approaching Morgan, he raised him to a sitting position with his back to the wall. The blood was oozing from his ears and nostrils, and his body trem- bled convulsively, and while his lips muttered inco- herently, his eyes were fixed upon the ceiling witha glassy stare. Rushing to the door of the cell, Hollis- ter kicked violently againstit, and shouted loudly for assistance. His call was speedily answered by an officer,,who entered and demanded to know ‘“‘what all the row was about?” “Here is a man who needs attention,” replied Hol- lister; “if left unguarded he will, in his frenzy, kill himself.” : ‘‘Needs attention, does he?’ said the jailer, turn- ing toward Hollister, after having stooped down and carefully scrutinized the features of the gambler, “Pm of the opinion that you are mistaken, young man—I don’t think he needs much attention now /” There was a Significance in the jailer’s speech which caused Hollister to shudder, and looking closely at Morgan he discovered that his under jaw had dropped, the muscles of his face were tixed and rigid, and his eves were immovably set. Placing his hand upon the brow he found it cold and clammy, and applying his fingers to the wrist he found that all pulsation had ceased. “Great Heaven!’ exclaimed the youth, “the man is dead !’ “T guess you’re right,’ replied the jailer, ‘and it was very sensible in him to die of his own accord, for he has saved the hangman a job.” ‘Was he, then, a murderer?” asked Hollister, with a thrill of horror. “T don’t know whether the law would call his of- fense murder or not,” was the reply, ‘‘all I know is that he shot a man through the body last night, and that the man died at the hospital this morning. It’s my opinion that he’d have been tried for murder if he had lived long enough, but whether he’d have been found guilty or not, of course Ican’tsay. What- ever he may have been, however, there’s nothing dangerous about him now, and I think I may safely leave him with you while I go and make preparations to have him removed.” “When will you bury him?’ asked Hollister. “As soon as the coroner gets through with him,” was the reply. “And where will you bury him?’ was the young man’s next inquiry. “In Potters Field,” answered the jaiier, ‘‘unless he has friends who will come forward and claim his body. Why, what makes you so particular in asking about him? Were you acquainted with him?’ And the man fixed a searching look upon Hollister. “T had no acquaintance with him,” replied Hollis- ter, “‘but I saw him once before I met him here, and for certain reasons which I do not care to mention I should like to have his funeral delayed as long as possible.” “His funeral, eh?’ rejoined the man, with a smile, “well, you are jolly green, young man, and if it’s any satisfaction to you, I tell you candidly that I don’t believe you deserve to be here. Youare altogether too verdant for one of the desperate sort.’ His fu- neral will be a rather. hasty, andynot an imposing one, and unless you can urge something more than a mere wish to have it delayed, I fear it will thke place before you are out of difficulty.” And without waiting for Hollister’s reply, he left the cell, locking the door behind him. Finding himself alone with the corpse, Hollister approached it, and as he gazed upon the face of the dead, a feeling for which he could not account took possession of him. It was more than sympathy. It was an inborn conviction that the guilty being who had passed away was in some sort allied to him. “Let me not judge him too harshly,” he murmured, ‘his spirit has flown to the God who gave it, and by Him it will be judged as man cannot judge. The poor earthly tabernacle which the wayward soul in- habited, can commit no offense now. There is no pride in the pulseless heart, no evil thoughts in the nerveless brain, no power in the stiffened muscles. Softly, poor corpse, you shall not go to the grave without a friend to close your eyes—your troubled spirit shall not ascend on high without one friend to breathe a paryer for its eternal repose.” Closing the eyes of the corpse, and tying up the jaw with his handkerchief, Hollister stretched it out in a horizontal position, and then dropping upon his ; | long as I live!’ eyes’ again lighting up with the fire of insanity, | “then my dream was a prophecy, after all! I dreamed | | once, and see this girl. smarter than girls of her class generally are, I am | certain I can manage her easy enough; but the rest | knees beside it, he sent forth a fervent prayer to the Throne of Mercy for the soul of the departed, and he had hardly finished his devout exercises when the jailer, accompanied by two rough-looking men, ap- peared and removed the body, leaving him once more | alone, CHAPTER XXXIV. JUDGE BLINKER’S “‘FUS’ CASE.” When Mr. Seymour arrived at home, after having | left Charles Holiister at the Tombs, he found his wife and Dick Blinker together in the parlor, the face of | the former wearing a much more cheerful aspect than he could have hoped for under the existing circumstances, while the ebony visage of the latter | fairly glowed with delight. He was somewhat surprised at this at first, for he was heavy-hearted enough himself, but when he had listened to what they had to tell him, he was the happiest of the trio. *‘Poor Charley !” sighed the old gentleman. as he threw himself into a seat, “this will be a sad, sad night for him !” “But not sosad_a one as though he were really guilty,” responded Mrs. Seymour, ‘‘and, moreover, if the night is sad, joy will come with the morning.” ‘‘Why do you think so, Adelaide?”? asked her hus- band, doubtingly. ‘I must confess that to me the prospect of Charley’s speedy liberation is but poor.” “When you have heard what Dick has to tell you, perhaps you will alter your opinion,’ replied Mrs. Seymour, pleasantly. . Mr. Seymour cast a look of inquiry upon the faith- ful negro, who at first grinned from ear to ear, and then assuming an important look, said: “Look here, mas’r Seymour, I’s ajudge now—Judge Blinker, sar—and I’s gwine to open court in de attick by’m-by to try my fus’ ease. I’s got a pris’ner up dar, sar, dat’s been foun’ guilty ob grand arsenic in de forty-fird degree, and I’s gwine to hab her fotched up befor’ you, sar, and de truf tried out ob her, sar!’ “Come, Dick,” exclaimed Mr. Seymour, with a show of impatience, although his face was radiant with hope in an instant, ‘don’t deal in riddles, for I am anxious to hear what you have got to commu- hnicate; so speak out at once, and let me hear your story in as few words as possible.” “T would give you the substance of it myself,” inter- posed Mrs. Seymour, ‘‘were it not that I promised Dick he should have the pleasure of telling you.” “Well, sir,” commenced Dick, fearful lest his mistress might take the story out of his mouth, ‘de facks ob de case am, suckemstanshilly spoken, briefly dese: When dat ossifer man cui to took away poor Charley, de fus’ animile he spied was dis nigger; arter disgustin’ a few words wid me, he had de kind- ness to put a pistil to my coat and ’spress himsef to | de ’tect dat if I didn’t shove my fair preporshins into | de pantry he’d blow my brains out. Not wishin’ to deprive you ob a good sarvent, sir, and de eeleat ob s’ciety ob a valyable member. sar, I complied wid his inkwest and gotin, and he locked me up and den lumbered on up stars. I didn’t like de close kwarters pooty much, so arter he was gone I ’gan to feel round on de upper shelf for a knife or somefing to pry open | de do’ wid, when I pulled down a box ob flour which | emptied itself right into my rader good-lookin’ coun- tenance, gibin’ it, widout dout, a very jubus ’pear- | I'd no soon done dis, den I heard Cafarine | say, ‘De cat’s in de pantry agin; now, I’ll broke her *Cordin’ly, sar, she opened de pantry do’ an’ | She didn’t scream, sar, nor ’tempt to} | run away, but dropped right down on her marrow | bones and ’gan to make a confession, somefing arter | | dis yere way. ance. back.’ € ‘Oh, Mr. Debil,’ ses she, ‘don’t take me dis time an’ I'll neber do anoder wicked ting as wot wicked ting she’s bin a doin’, but I didn’t say nuffin’ ’ de melody ob my voice struck onto hertin-pans. ‘I’d neber hab put de picter in Mr. Hollister’s trunk,’ ses | she, ‘if Sairy Rockhart hadn’t a-coaxed me to do it!’ had to sneeze, which frightened her enuf. de trunk, I knode eberyting wasn’t right, so I ’rested de gal and locked her up stars in her bedroom, an’ | She | tries to make out she was foolin’ me, but dat won’t | go down wid dis nigger, sar, an’ dat’s de whole long | dar she is now, but she won’t admit anyting. an’ short ob de story.” “So she refuses to admit anything now, does she?” | asked Mr. Seymour, turning toward his wife. “Utterly,” replied the lady ; butin vain. 4 reward are alike useless.” : “Then my attempting it would be time thrown away,’’ said the old gentleman, ‘‘and Tmust call upon | | the detective who arrested Charles at once.” | Aecordingly, ordering up iis carriage again, he | jumped in and directed the ¢oachman to drive as | fast as he could safely do so to the office of the Chief of Police. He arrived just inf time to catch Mr. Keen ‘Eh-eh !’ tinks I to myself, ‘I wonder | ase I was afeard she’d ‘cognize me de minit | “I have tried every- | thing in my power to wring from her a confession, | Threats, implorations, and promises of | i | Hollister was his murderer. I happen to know that | Wrexham was not murdered at all, and that Hollis- ter has no knowledge of his whereabouts. It rests with you to say whether Wrexham shall be allowed to reappear, thus proving Hollister’s innocence to the satisfaction of a now deeply prejudiced community, or whether the first shall be silenced forever, and the other convicted of murder on a chain of cireumstan- tial evidence in which no link shall be wanting; and you must decide the question at once, for to-morrow it may be too late.” “Can you be human?’ exclaimed Maggie, as with a shudder, she gazed at the desperate villain, ‘‘or can it be true that the evil one is sometimes allowed to mingle with the children of men.” “T am composed of real flesh and blood, I warrant |}you, Maggie,” replied McNab, with a grin; ‘you jneedn’t be at all fearful that I will vanish in a sul- phurous flame after we are married.” He was interrupted in his speech by a ringing at the door-bell, and as a look of anxiety chased away his levity, he said: “YT willreturn in an hour for your final answer, ‘Maggie. Inthe mean time, you need not rely entirely upon my word for the truth of whatI have told you concerning the arrest. Here is a full account of it in the paper, which you may read and digest at your leisure.” Hurriedly leaving the room, and as usual, carefully locking the door after him, he hastened below stairs to learn who it was that sought admittance. He reached the hall just in time to witness the entrance of the detective and Mr. Seymour, and to see the former grasp Sairey Rockhart firmly by the shoulder. “You answer to the name of Sarah Rockhart,” said the officer, in a positive tone. ‘‘and I hold a warrant for your arrest!’ Ashe spoke, he caught sight of McNab, who had stopped half way in the hall, and now stood, paralyzed by sudden fear, looking stupidly upon the group. ‘‘I want you, too, doctor,” continued the detective; ‘‘you have arrived just in time. Have | the kindness to step this way.” (TO BE CONTINUED.) re STIFFLY STARCHED. Cuban laundresses delightin so stiffly starching the garments that come under their hands that the unfortunate American who has to wear them imag- ines himself attired in a closely woven section of barbed wire. A recent visitor to Cuba, writing on this subject, says: “The operations of the toilet are sometimes very much retarded by the necessity of rubbing the starch out of any article needed from the last week’s wash. [ have not yet succeeded in convincing the laundress that when I say ‘‘No starch,” I mean precisely that, and am prepared for no compromise whatever. The Cuban practice is to starch all garments, with- ouf exception, to the utmost degree of stiffness. How they manage to wear them, I cannot imagine. selsations of a foreigner are best described by a certain Herr Wagner that Imet in Havana. “The first time that I sat downina clean shirt from a Cuban laundry,’ said he, ‘I thought I must have landed upon a pile of broken crockery. And when it became necessary to put on a Cubanized night-shirt, Isat up till two o’clock in the morning, trying to rub the scratch and the crackle out of it. As for pocket-handkerchiefs, you might as well use sand- paper.’ ”’ oo HE KNEW THEY@§WERE THERE. Arich old speculator imagined that he knew all about art, whereas he was an ignoramus in regard to everything except about making money. This old fraud determined to make a valuable present to his son-in-law, who was a preacher. It was suggested to him that an old painting rep- resenting ‘Daniel in the Lion’s Den” would be very | appropriate, so an order was given to a painter to produce the work of art. It was almost finished when the old speculator was called to inspectit. It represented a cross section of the den, with Daniel walking about among the lions. When the old man saw the picture he refused to take it. He insisted that if Daniel was in the den neither he nor the lions could be seen, and the artist had to cover Dan and | the lions with a thick coat of black paint. : When the son-in-law was presented with the pic- ture he was somewhat dazed to know what it repre- sented. Sacegs ‘ : ts a “It represents Danielin the Lion’s Den,” replied the aft critic. : “But I don’t see either of them.” ‘ “That makes no difference. They are in there. saw ’em myself.” I ele pie A SUCCESSEUL MATRIMONIAL SCHEME. (the detective) as he was going out, and in a few | words put him in possession of the new facts which | had developed themselves. * ‘Ho, ho!’* exclaimed the officer, with a pleased look, ‘‘the case begins to grow interesting. tair to work up beautifully. but little to-night, but I will accompany you home at Unless she is a great deal will require great care,” Entering the carriage, they returned to the Sey- mour mansion in company, and the officer was at once shown to the room in which the girl Catherine had beenlockedup. He entered the apartment alone, and had not been closeted with the girl more than | ifteen minutes before he succeeded in drawing from | ' : Bot nae oe Rejoining Mr, | Cleopatra for almost two years. Seymour in the parlor, he said, in a tone of great | hera full and complete confession. satisfaction : “T have succeeded quite as well as I anticipated. The mystery of the miniature is explained, but the girl is totally ignorant of the motives by which her employers are actuated, and that will be the hardest point of the case to get over. However, before this time to-morrow, I have not the slightest doubt that one Dr. McNab, of Brooklyn, and his housekeeper, will exchange places with your friend Hollister, whose innocenceis now placed beyond the shadow hfadoubt. Good-night, sir. I will be with you at ten in the morning.” There was not much sleep in the Seymour mansion that night. Mr. Seymour had never waited so anx- iously for daylight in his life, and Dick Blinker did not goto bed at all. He spent the night in playing sentry before the door of the servant girl. Punctual to the hour, on the followimg morning the detective made his appearance. The carriage was already at the door, and no time was lost in proceeding to business. Acting under Keen’s in- structions, the girl Catharine took her seat in the carriage with Mr. Seymour and himself, and the first place visited was a police court, where the girl’s affidavit was taken, and warrants issued for the arrest of Dr. McNab and Sarah Rockhart, on a charge of conspiracy, after which Catharine was locked up, and then the detective and Mr. Seymour took their way at once toward the residence of Dr. McNab. While they are proceeding thither, let us take a | look in at the scheming doctor’s abode, and see what is going forward there. Dr. McNab and his housekeeper were sitting in the | parlor of the house which they occupied, the face of | the former wearing a look of greedy expectation, while thatofthe latterseemed care-worn and dejected. “She proves more stubborn than I had anticipated,” | said the doctor, ‘‘but I think ishall be able to fetch ner to it now. till we are married and I have her signature to cer- tain documents—after that she may bid good-by to this world as soon as she pleases. “Well, I wish it was over,” replied Sairey Rock- hart, discontentedly, ‘‘for I don’t like. the business, and I shan’t feel safe till we have placed the ocean between ourselves and this city. [’ma growin’ more and more neryous every day.” “Keep cool, Sairey,’ said McNab, encouragingly, ‘keep cool, and the matter willsoon be settled. Iam going to wait upon her now and I think this inter- view will fix the business.” And taking up the morn- Ing paper from the table, he left the room and took his way up stairs. He paused before the door of the same room which Maggie had occupied when she was brought wounded to the house years before by Edward Wrexham, and inserting a key in the lock, turned it and entered. The wiudows were securely fastened, and the blinds pulled to and partly closed, so that only a subdued light was permitted to enter, and there, seated near the window with a book in her hand, sat the perse- cuted and unfortunate Maggie. y The few days of acute torture through which she had passed had terribly altered her. A death-like paleness dwelt upon her face, her lips were bloodless, her eyes sunken, and her whole countenance expres- sive of despair. “Well, what answer has my dear little Maggie to make to my suit this morning?’ asked McNab, with a disgusting leer; ‘tis she prepared for an honorable marriage and unrestrained liberty, or will she still inflict torture upon the heart that adores her by re- maining obdurate ?”’ “You have had my answer,” replied Maggie, coldly, and with a countenance as immobile as marble, ‘‘why do you annoy me?” Leave me, and let me die in eace.”” ' “J dare say you would as leave die as not,” replied McNab; ‘“‘but are you prepared to sacrifice those whom you have every reason to love? I have news for youthis morning. Your friend Charles Hollis- ter has been arrested for the murder of Mr. Wrex- ham. Iam aware that he cares but little for you, and still I have an idea that you wouldn’t like to have him hung, especially as he is innocent. Let me be plain with you, my dear little girl. You have it in your power to save the lives of two individuals. Wrexham is supposed to have been assassinated, and there is strong circumstantial evidence to prove that It bids | Of course we can. do} The girls that seem anxious to wed are usually the | onesthat are left long to pine ‘‘in maiden meditation.” Twenty pretty young ladies in a Massachusetts town, a little more than three years ago, looked about them and saw there were many spinsters in that portion of the country. They bethought them of a scheme. They formed themselves into a society and adopted a constitution, declaring that marriage is a humbug, | that the wedding-ring is a fetter, and that men area | nuisance. They pledged themselves very solemnly that they would never marry. Time passed. Those girls immediately came into good demand. To-day the society exists nolonger. It has been deader than Seventeen of those girls have husbands, and two are engaged to be married. 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