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thing to your advantage. Be sure to bring your daughter with you," he added, as the old man tearfully thanked him again and again.

cipient was soon convinced of the heinous nature of his fault, and of what reparation simple justice demanded him to make. I do not think the general had recourse to any

When they had left the room the general threats; he told me afterwards that the lieusaid to me, with his quiet smile:

"Do you remember, captain, something about Mahomet going to the mountain when he could not bring the mountain to him? Well, our position is just the reverse of that. We are absolutely forbidden to send this poor girl to her treacherous lover; but I think we may devise a way to make him come to her." I understood his plan now; and before I had read the slip cf writing that he handed me I knew its purport.

"Telegraph that to General McDowell immediately," were his directions. The writing was a request to that general to send Lieutenant Jonas Maxwell, -st New York Volunteers, to report to General Wadsworth under arrest, by the next boat. The despatch was forwarded at once; and as the boat ran daily between Fred ricksburg and Washington, the officer might reasonably be expected to arrive the next afternoon.

The next day came; and two hours after dinner a tall young fellow in a lieutenant's uniform entered the office, and inquired if those were General Wadsworth's headquarters. I looked at him sharply; and the curious mixture of doubt, perplexity and fear that I saw in his face assured me that he was

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Yes," I replied. "Are you Lieutenant Maxwell, of the -st New York ?"

He was so surprised by the question, showing, as it did, that I knew him, that he could only falter an affirmative, and then stand like a culprit about to receive his death sentence. He may have had some faint notion that his dishonorable conduct to Lida Northcote was the cause of his present difficulty; but he was assuredly all in the dark as to the manner in which the difficulty had been brought

about.

"You are to report to the general in person," I said; and I ushered him into the back office, announcing his name to the general, who received him with a look of extra sternness, put on for the occasion. I returned to my office, and closed the door, so that I did not hear the lecture that the delinquent received; but from my knowledge of the man who administered it, I can imagine that it was not wanting in severity, and that its re

tenant acknowledged that he had done wrong, that he loved the girl, and would marry her immediately if she wished. His failure to write to her he did not try to explain, as I presume he could not. It was sufficient that he now honestly owned his error, and appeared anxious to repair it.

Long before the hour fixed for the return of the Northcotes to headquarters I was called upon to despatch an orderly for them, and for a clergyman, all of whom presently appeared. The lieutenant showed his sincerity by the affectionate greeting he gave to Lida; and she, taken by surprise at the sight of him, and made instantly happy by his reception of her, fell on his breast and wept for joy; while the father and brother almost overpowered the general with their profuse and demonstrative gratitude, of which I also received a full share. It was a touching and a pleasant scene, and the general thoroughly enjoyed the sight of the good he had so thoughtfully effected.

The couple were united in marriage on the spot; and with his congratulations, General Wadsworth directed me to give the lieutenant an order to report to his regiment for duty in three days. The interval was passed in Washington, much to the satisfaction of all concerned; and on the fourth day the lieutenant took his way back to Fredericksburg, and his new relatives returned to their northern home.

There is to-day a pleasant little home in one of the most rural parts of Herkimer County, where live very happily together Captain Jonas Maxwell (he won his promotion at the second Bull Run) and his wife. Three promising children make life a great deal livelier for them, of whom the first, a sturdy bright-eyed lad of eight years, bears the name of Jonas Wadsworth. And of all the tens of thousands in the Empire State and elsewhere, who sorrowed over the tidings which the telegraph flashed through the land on the 7th of May, 1864, that the gallant old general had fought his last battle, and died a soldier's death in the Wilderness, we may be certain that none, other than his own kin, mourned more deeply than the Lida Northcote of this true story.

A NIGHT'S ADVENTURE IN CHILI.

BY W. H. MACY.

OUR liberty on shore at Talcahuana was for twenty-four hours-going ashore in the morning to report ourselves the next-and as the rules of the port required all seamen found after ten o'clock without a pass, to be incarcerated, each man of the liberty watch was furnished with one of those documents.

I had spent the day and the early part of the evening, as foremast men usually do, drifting with the current, making a temporary harbor wherever an eddy set me in, quaffing chicha with the beauties of "Jibboom street," and even dipping a little into the mysteries of "The Devils Pocket," a sort of Chilian "Five Points." Evening found me enjoying myself in a dance-hall, where a heterogeneous crowd of Chilenos and seamen of various nationalities, with their partners, sparkling brunettes, gifted with the graceful carriage and poetry of notion peculiar to females with more or less admixture of Spanish blood, whirled in the dizzy waltz, or kept time with feet and handkerchiefs to the national Zamacueca. (My shipmates always persisted in Anglicising this word as Sambo Quaker.)

The black eyes and fine figure of one of these damsels, known as Manuela, had captivated my fancy; but, on my signifying as much, I was given to understand that she was not, as I had hoped, "fancy-free."

Finding myself de trop in that particular quarter, I conceived a most supreme indifference for the fascinations of others, whose squire I might have been for the asking. I resolved to return on board the ship, for there was no law to hinder this, if we got tired of the shore-and had money enough left to hire a boatman. We might go off at any hour during the night, provided the inevitable passport was ready for the vigilante's inspection.

But it was already later than I had supposed it; and, on feeling in my pockets, I found my pass missing. I had no idea where or when it had been lost, but I had made up my mind to go on board if I could get there. Mentioning my loss to Joe Russell, a townsman of mine who belonged to another ship

"I'll make you all right," said he. "I've got half a dozen old passes, that I had when we were here last season." And selecting one of the least soiled among them he placed it at my disposal.

“But,” said I, “the date! It's dated a year ago."

"That's of no consequence. There isn't one of these vigilantes in twenty that can read. It's a piece of paper, partly printed and partly written-that's the extent of their knowledge about it."

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The revels were getting more uproarious, as many of the seamen had passed from the jolly into the pugnacious stage, and it was time to close the dance-hall for the night. So I bid good-by to Joe Russell and started down Jibboom street towards the Mole. I had nearly reached the street that runs along the water side, and began to make sure that I should get a boat without being questioned, when two little wiry fellows darted out from their ambush at the corner. I made a start to run; but I was headed off by a third, and seeing their "cheese-knives" flash in the moonlight, had no alternative but to submit. "Pasa, senor?"

"Yes," said I," of course," forgetting that my attempt to dodge their scrutiny was, itself, a strong ground for suspicion. I boldly produced Russell's old document, and held it before the eyes of the chief spokesman, who seemed to be in command of the squad.

He looked at it by the dim light of the moon, then drew out a lucifer and flashed it. A single glance was enough; the other two, at a sign from him, put each a hand upon my shoulders and I was marched off.

In vain I offered a dollar-all the money that I had about me-for my liberty. My offer was spurned with contempt. I had fallen, it seemed, into the hands of a man who was not only more intelligent than the average of his craft, but as incorruptible as

his Castilian ancestor who guarded the Peruvian Alonzo. But I still think he had his price; and that, if I had been the possessor of three dollars, I might have satisfied him and his two associates.

But I would not have paid that sum had it been in my pockets; for, at most, it was but lodging one night in the calaboose, with perhaps a fine of a dollar or two in the morning, which the captain would pay, of course. My captors offered no violence when they found I did not attempt to escape. We halted before a low dingy building, whence sounds of noisy merriment came forth as the door was unlocked. I stepped in and the door was secured behind me.

It was a vile filthy hole, this Chilian "Tombs." It seemed to have no floor but the ground, on which, over a part of the space was thrown loose straw and dirty wool, which furnished far more agreeable beds for fleas than for human beings. But no one seemed to care about trying to sleep. A roar of laughter saluted me as I was shut in from the outer world; and though little was to be seen by the glimmer of a single candle in a lantern, the familiar voices assured me that several of my shipmates were among the party. They were, of course, delighted to find me in the same category, to keep them in countenance; especially as I was a boatsteerer in the ship, or kind of petty officer.

Some of them had been incarcerated within a few hours after they landed in the morning; the fire kindled by their potations having got the better of their discretion. It is very hard for Jack to submit to restraint and act like a law-abiding citizen, when temporarily ashore in a foreign port. He thinks, after having submitted for months to a despotism afloat, that he ought to do precisely as he pleases for twenty-four hours; and is astonished to find that the guardians of the peace take a different view of the matter.

We were a merry party that night; determined to be so in spite of circumstances. Until far into the small hours of the morning we joined in making night hideous with our discordant concerts, singing, like Mr. Bob Sawyer's bachelor friends, each man the tune he knew best. Two or three times the door was opened to admit reinforcements, who at once fraternized and assimilated with the main body.

But as everything has an end, so had the endurance of our lungs. One after another lay down in the matted straw and wool, and

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But matters had become so quiet at last that I heard a ship's bell in the harbor strike six strokes, indicating three o'clock, when there was a rattling at the door, and voices were heard in altercation, one of which was plainly that of a female, and a musical one, even in its anger. The light of the lantern gleamed but faintly upon her features as she was pushed in at the narrow portal; but, distorted as they were with passion, I recognized my belle of the dance-hall, Manuela.

men.

I did not see the policemen at all; they banged and bolted the door; leaving the girl, to my astonishment, shut up with a score of The situation must have been new to her, accustomed as one might have supposed her to be, to the rough side of life. For she had sufficient womanly delicacy to shrink aside, as if to escape observation. Most of my companions were by this time snoring loudly, and of the three or four who remained awake, I was the only one who recognized the girl. I approached and called her by name, as soon as I thought she was somewhat composed.

She knew me at once, and seemed glad to meet one to whom she could speak. She asked how I came to be locked up; and having satisfied her, I put the same question to her.

She extended her arm bared to the elbow; a beautiful arm she had, too, but it was stained with blood! "Was it her own?"

"No!" she said, savagely. "Luis!"

Louis was the name of the Frenchman who had been her attendant during the evening, and for whose sake she had rejected overtures from many besides myself.

"Did you kill him?" I asked; for I spoke Spanish indifferently well, as I had picked it up, orally.

"No," she replied, bitterly, "but I spoiled his beauty! Juana Paula will never love him with a scarred face!"

There was no need to inquire further as to the cause of the difficulty. It was the same as in most cases of lovers' quarrels; and well I knew, by report, what she-demons these Chilian women were when smarting under the influence of jealousy. Juana Paula was,

of course, the rival belle who had seduced Louis from his allegiance. And the beautiful girl before me-I shrank back involuntarily as I thought of it—had taken her revenge in true Spanish style, with the cuchillo.

"I couldn't help it," she went on, noticing my feelings on the subject, which I could not conceal. "My countrywomen cannot be satisfied with half of a man's love. We must have all or none. I loved Luis-and I love him yet. I am sorry now for what I have done, but I should do the same again in a like case."

I left her to her own thoughts, though I still remained near her, and determined, so far as in my power, to befriend and protect her from rudeness on the part of my prison-comrades. She was quite calm when daylight returned, and talked with me upon indifferent subjects; but did not seem to feel any compunction for the deed. She did not fear any severe punishment, she said; the magistrate was her own countryman and understood how to dispose of such cases. A police officer, the same who had arrested me, came and conducted her off at an early hour, and I did not see her again until we met in court. My own deficiency of a passport was soon settled by a fine of one dollar; but the seamen who had been imprisoned for disorderly conduct were more heavily mulcted.

Manuela looked more beautiful than ever when before the Alcalde; for she had been permitted to cleanse the stains of blood and arrange her toilet after leaving the prison. It struck me as very strange, in view of the evident sympathy for her on all sides, that she should have been locked up with a party of seamen; but it seems they had, at that time, but a single place of confinement for both sexes.

Louis was in court, with his face dreadfully disfigured, as was plain from the network of straps and plasters. It seemed to me that the magistrate, as well as all the Chilinos present, looked upon him as more to be blamed than the girl. But beauty always carries weight in a police court there as well as here and elsewhere. Manuela, in her reaction of feeling, shed tears of pity for him; and as the poor Frenchman looked from her face to that of Juana Paula, who appeared as witness, a woman far inferior in personal attractions, he seemed to wonder at his temporary infatuation of the night before, and to look upon himself as the guilty rather than the injured party.

The sentence was a very light one; a fine of a few dollars, and bonds, which were easily procured. The prisoner, as soon as released, laid her hand on the arm of Louis, and said something to him in a low voice. He seemed in a moment to melt under the influence of her earnest words, and they passed up the street together; Manuela still talking, as if with her whole soul, he listening. I watched their figures till I saw them both enter her house.

At my next visit to this port, a year later, I found Manuela the wife of Louis, and both were devoted to each other. His countenance had a most sinister look from the deep cicatrices intersecting each other.

"He would have been scarred worse but for my care and nursing," said Manuela, to me, in confidence. "It is well as it is. His beauty is gone, for other women-Juana Paula, and all the rest-but not for me, for I loved him. He is more dear to me than ever, since I have put my mark upon him, and have a right to claim him as my own."

WITCHCRAFT.

BY F. M. CREEKBAUM.

She blushed at the glance of his boyish eye;
Ah! that was your witchcraft, Margery!
She trembled a little when he was by,
So bashfully fond, so enchantingly shy!
If he left her, a wooing tremulous sigh
Wafted him back to Margery.

Meshed in the toils, year after year—
O, woe for your witchcraft, Margery!

He followed and followed, but came not near,

Till, maddened, he found a self-sought bier; Then she gave great wonder, but never a tear Dimmed the bright eyes of Margery.

Up in your chamber, lone and still,

Do the white ghosts wander, Margery? Do they whisper and whisper against your will? Do they wrap your heart with any icy chill? Do they torture with tortures that do not kill, As the price of your witchcraft, Margery?

MRS. DACRE was furious!

MRS. DACRE'S TACTICS.

BY DORA DALE.

Of course, she knew very well that it was a decided betise on her part, and to do la belle madame justice she was rarely guilty of such indiscretion as to honestly and frankly lose her temper. But, after all her plans, to be frustrated in this fashion! It was certainly abominable, and she was in a regular passion.

"I never knew anything so unfortunate," said she, in an angry whisper to her lord and master-poor Harry Dacre, the most amiable and henpecked of husbands-" what on earth has possessed Ethel Martindale to leave Newport and come to Lake George at this season? I thought we were safe for a few weeks at least; that woman is my positive horror."

"I think I've heard you say so before, my dear," said Harry, rather mischievously for him.

"Extremely possible," said she, snubbing him instantly. "But can't you see how excessively mal-apropos her arrival is? With all my efforts for six months past I have never yet been able to persuade Philip to avoid her. If they are in the same room no mortal power can keep him away from the back of her chair. I have no patience with him!"

"So I see," sotto voce.

"And you know how it is in regard to Cora Ormsby," Mrs. Dacre went on, "young, beautiful, an heiress-what more would the unreasonable man have? Especially as Philip has nothing but his profession, and owes it to society to marry a fortune. Do you think he admires her?"

"Certainly, my dear," assented the husband. "And here I flattered myself that everything was en train for a brilliant match, and that Philip Neville would be caught at last. Ethel Martindale is a designing creature!"

You should have heard Mrs. Dacre's emphasis upon the last word; the hiss of a rattlesnake would have been mild in comparison. Good-natured Harry twisted himself uneasily in his chair as he recognized it.

"Don't be venomous, Lottie," said he. "You may be making a mountain out of a wery little thing. Miss Cora-"

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pair. "Mr. Neville, ask your brother what treason he was meditating."

"Speak for yourself, Hal," said the gentleman thus appealed to.

Harry looked wicked. "Mrs. Dacre and I were only wondering where you and Phil had been all the evening."

"Fie!" said his better half, in a tone of honeyed sweetness, as she saw Cora color brilliantly. "I suppose you found it too warm for dancing, and was saying as much to Harry. You don't seem to care for dancing now, Philip."

"I am getting too stout," said he, lightly. "I shall take to Banting right away. Miss Cora, it's so warm in doors, will you not go out again ?"

"I hear the stages," said his sister, rising. "Give me your arm, Philip."

"Any one coming that we know ?" asked Neville, carelessly, as they walked down the hall.

Mrs. Dacre had no time for a response, had she been so minded, for as they came full into the light, a slight elegant figure stood in the path, and a clear sweet voice said surprisedly:

"Mr. Neville-who ever dreamed of finding you at the Lake ?"

"Or of your leaving Newport ?" he said, unmistakable pleasure in his handsome eyes. "I was thinking of you and last winter only to-day. Miss Martindale, let me present you to Miss Cora Ormsby."

Pretty Cora blushed, as she acknowledged the introduction, for the soft, steady violet eyes turned full upon her with the keen, penetrating glance that was one of Ethel's peculiarities, as she offered her hand, kindly.

"I think I have heard Kate Harcourt speak of you," she said.

"My Cousin Kate! O yes-this for her sake, please," and up went the pretty plump arm about Ethel's neck, and the sweet girlish lips touched her cheek. Ethel smiled involuntarily as she returned the kiss.

"What a charming rencontre," said Mrs. Dacre, with her faint sneer. "Cora, my love, are you swearing eternal friendship to Miss Martindale ?"

But the shot glanced harmlessly off Cora, for she answered, in perfect good faith:

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