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vanced rapidly, but cautiously, in skirm-, And I clasp a soft hand in my gladness, ishing order, and gaining the shelter of a And wonder at meeting her there ; corn field and skirt of woods near the For I knew of a heart-breaking madhess, enemy, opened a hot fire. Griffin's bat
A parting once made in despair. tery replied, bnt shot far over head. The But the night into spring-time is changing; Iwo pieces of the Confederates were skil. The winds into symphonies sweet; fully managed, shifting their positions And I see the bright butterfly ranging rapidly, and firing from every point of ad- The garden of flowers at my feet. vantage; their skirmishers were equally active, running from one side of the field Mellow voices of langhcer and singing 10 another, and darting among the trees, (It is long since I heard them before), keeping up an incessant fire, which told Arise like the summer wind, bringing with effect on the enemy. In two hours Sweet sounds from a far remote shore. after the fight commenced the Federals And the voices are murmuring nearer, were in retreat, which snon became a I know every one by its tone, rapid flight, leaving two killed and two O! sounds than all melody dearer, mortalty wounded, besides a small har. Tbat come from the days that are gone. vest of muskets, hats and knapsacks on the field, carrying with them seven dead But ah! ’tis a dream, a dream only:
I wake, and the murmurs are hushed ; and nine wounded, and losing also six prisoners. The Confederates liad not a
I had slumbered, (my life is so lonely,)
O'er a flower that man killed or wounded. But McClellan
was faded and com forted Lincoln and the War Depart
crushed. ment by assuring them that Griffin's bat- Long ago, as a love-pledge 'twas given, tery silenced the enemy's, and that the
By a hand tha: I clasp no more, men behaved admirably under fire, con
For a grave--but my heart is all riven cluding his report with the dismal words; By a wound to its innermost core. “ We shall have no more Bull Run affairs." a
In camp, Dec. 28, 1863. In an address to his men soon after this affair, Gen. McClellan sought to cheer them by saying: “We have made our last
EVELYN LOCHAVEL. retreat; we have seen our last defeat." How far his truth as a military witness, or
BY ANDERSON: his inspiration as a prophet, have been vindicated, the subsequent course of our
Author of " Boarding an Engineer, ''. Pashistory will disclose.
sion and Principle,” &c. [TO BE CONTINUED.]
OUR HERO HAS A RIVAL.
BY S, d. D.
As Charles was driving out of the vil
lage, after the last visit of which I was I see through the shadows nightly
telling you, he met Dr. Gilmer. The dream of a girlish face, That comes like a spirit lightly,
Why, hallo, Charles !” cried the Dr., With a form of most exquisite grace.
"where are you driving to at such Jehu And there's life in the orient glowing,
speed ?" That recks from her crystalline cheek; drawing in his horses. "I have just been
Going out home," replied Charles, There are lips with low music o’erflowing, down to the village." There are looks that are loving and
"Anything of interest going on to take meek.
you down this time of the week;" asked
the Doctor. a Northern account Dispatch, Sept. 16. "Nothing at all," he replied, laconically,
leaning over the side of the buggy, to make, manner. "I bave never enquired about a critical examination of the little bays' her fortune." foaring flanks.
"Ah, it doesn't matter to a lucky dog like A quizical expression came into the Doc- you, born with a silver spoon in your tor's face, and he watched Charles slowly mouth, but it is a matter of most confoundwhile he made that examination of his ed importance to me, I'll assure you,” the horses. When it was finished, he looked into Doctor said, with comical earnestness. liis face, and breaking into a laugh, said,
Charles was too much engaged quieting “Why, man, what has come over you? You his restive horses to reply, and the Doctor used never to go to town except on court
continued : days, and now I understand you are always
“You see I shall have to go to right much there."
I am not pre. "I am sure a bachelor can have court expense on her account. day whenever he chooses," replied Charles, sentable to her in this garb, and it will
take about all of my cash on band to lay stillanxiously observing bis foaming horses.
in a proper outfit. Did you cver see such “Oho," cried the Doctor, exultingly. “So
a shabby looking dog ??? the wind lays that way does it ?" Look
Charles ran his eyes up and down the ing away from Charles, he whistled a bar
Doctor's figure with an expression of unor two of music, then turning to him again,
complimentary assent. he said, with an air of deeper interest,
Observing it, the Doctor asked in a fidge"Charles, is it true that you are devoting
ty manner, “Look here, there is no danger yourself to that new schoolmistress? I
of my encountering her this evening, I meant to have had some fine sport there myself . I don't consider it exactly fair hope, one such meeting might spoil all.”
“There is no danger of her recognizing that you have cut in during my absence,
you, except by instinct as she has never and gotten so far ahead of me."
met you," replied Charles, in a slightly I am not abead of you. 'I have made sarcastic tone. "Good evening,” he cried, no progress in her favor,” said Charles in giving the rein to his iinpatient horses, anel a tone which was meant to be very plea- starting off. sant and candid, but which, in truth, was It was not altogether a bad idea of the rather dejected. “Some good friend has Doctor's, to be desirous of shunning an made a more favorable impression for you, encounter with any ore on whom he was in your absence, than I bave been able to anxious to make a favorable impression. win for myself, with all my attentions."
He certainly was not appearing to that adThe Doctor could not conceal his de- vantage which dress is said to give a man. light. "O, then,” he criedl, "if that is so, He slackened his speed as he approached I'll enier the lists fairly with you. Let's the village, not desiring to ride by the Colsee who will win the race."
onel's in the full glare of daylight. It was “I don't believe I design entering the quite twilight when he reached town, and lists, myself,” said Charles, untying a knot was riding by the Colonel's yard, congratuin his whip. Raising his head and ob- lating himself that there was no one vişiserving that the Doctor was regarding him ble, when just then the gate opened, and with an expression of mild astonishment, a young lady issued forth. It was Miss he added, with a confused, sickly smile, Lochavel, he saw at a glance. His only "In fact, Doctor, I believe I am not a mar- consolation was in the thought that she rying man.”
did not know him, but just as he was pass“I am,” replied the Doctor, frankly, ing her, a woman ran out of a house on "That is, provided everything suits," he the opposite side of the street, screaming added, in a jocular tone. "By the way, "Doctor, Doctor! for the love of mercy Charles, what of the fortune, I must be stop and see my baby! It's got the
croup." sure of that before I become too deeply The Doctor rode resolutely forward, preo entangled."
tending not to hear, but she shrieked all “I can't say I am sure," replied Charles, the louder, “Doctor, Doctor Gilmer!" Oh, cutting the off-hand bay, in an excited dear, thought the Doctor, the thing is out
"Stop and see my baby, if you, mighty machine, finished off, without an please; it's got the croup dreadful bad." equipoise. The Doctor was fond of certain
It was useless for the Doctor to feign deaf dissipations, too, only moderately fond of ness any longer. There was no help for it them. It is true, there were stories of a now, he must stop and see the baby, very fast youth, but the Doctor was getting which he did in the worst humor imagina. on in years, rather, and of course was less ble. The condition of his temper was not addicted to such follies.
The Doctor was improved by seeing that Miss Lochavel, very amiable, and kind hearted, a great after hearing his name, seemed to be ob- favorite, especially with Col. Dabney serving him with an air of interest. “Con who always insisted he was r.ot dissipated found-a babya-that has the croup," the enough to hurt. There were certain other Doctor muttered to himself, as he dis- stories, of a more sentimental character, mounted, and "confound a croupy baby,” connected with the Doctor's youth, which he continued to mutter at intervals, when I may as well tell you while I am telling ever its mother was far enough away to about him. It all happened so long ago, make that expression a safe one.
though, that it cannot come under the head Doctor Gilmer was one of those contra of tattling-rather a matter of history, is dictory characters which we meet almost it not? People who remembered the Doc. every day in actual life and yet, it is so tor's youth, talked of an early and a budifficult to give them an air of reality in a ried love. They said be was engaged to a book. In such characters, each good seems beautiful young girl. She sickened-all balanced by an avil; still chere are times his skill could not save her-she died, and when virtue surmounts every vice. Had it was pitiful to see his passionate grief. Doctor Gilmer been a man of wealth and For years he gave himself up to gloom leisure, he would have passed smoothly and sadness, shunning all society. But by through life, exciting probably the adınira. and by, when he came back to the world, tion of many.
But unfortunately, that he discovered a wonderful partiality for command, “By the sweat of thy brow, the society of wealthy women. They even thou shat earn thy bread," had fallen hea. went so far as to say, he courted all the vity upon him. Never was there a nature women he met who could give tolerably formed with more exquisite capacity for strong evidence of riches. So the story doing nothing, yet there never lived got abroad that the Doctor was a fortune a man with a stronger desire for pos. hunter. He had very much given up this session. His, self-indulgent habits, his half-way sort of love-making when Eve. 'keen appreciation of the beautiful, his ar- lyn came to the village, but when he heard tistic tastes and poetic fancy, made him of her wealth he resolved to play the old crave that wealth which would enable game again, only with more caution. him to live in luxury, surrounded in reality The Doctor had but few advantages in by those achievements of art and genius the way of personal appearance. He was of which he so loved to dream. As a phy- small and ill-shaped. His beard was feesician, he might have been distinguished; ble, and his hair, like that of Uncle Ned, for often, what appeared incomprehensi-celebrated in song, didn't grow in the place ble to other men, he could understand at a where it ought to have grown. The Doc. glance. But so soon as the novelty wore tor bad one advantage, though, he had the away, he would throw it aside, and seize finest and inost expressive eyes I ever saw. upon some new hobby, neglect everything They seemed to come nearer speaking than else vntil that, too, was exhausted. He any eyes I have ever known. The Doctor was a man of extraordinary mental pow- had one other peculiarity-his hands. I ers, in fact a genius, but he was wayward was never in his company for a moment and capricious, the creature of whim and without being pleasantly impressed with caprice. Thus his fine faculties, and bright his hands. They were small and white, attainments, were as useless to himself and and his fingers tapered like a soft-handed others, as so much vapor that has escaped girl's. There was more expression about from a steam boiler. His head was a them than any hands I ever saw. I have seen him expressing emotion by a jesture, , express preference or dislike. A hundred or simply by the position in which he held times a week as Evelyn's manner varied, his hands. I never saw'any other person he passed through all the gradations of who had this peculiarity.
hope, from ecstacy to despair. Few men understood better the art of
Evelyn was always pleased to see him making themselves agreeable than Dr. Gil -she consulted him about her reading, mer, so that, after all Evelyn had heard, she her painting, and music; and wherever was not disappointed when she met him. there was anything she wanted expressed Like many ugly people with fine eyes, he in more beautiful language than she could made their light throw into obscurity the command, she carried it to him. He was homlier portions of his face. She forgot, making himself necessary to her, and she while listening to his fine flow of language, was accepting his services without thought. that the lips which uttered it were not She never asked herself why he so often classically shaped. His manner was at- sought her company, and she thought it tentive and flattering-there seemed to be was as natural for him to say pretty things an entire forgetfulness of self, and per. as for the birds to sing, and the waters to fect absorption in the remarks of those
flow. with whom he conversed. After Dr. Gil.
And Charles Ruscal, where was he all mer's first visit to Evelyn, his attentions to her became incessant.
this time? Away. Absenting himself.
He carried her flowers, he sang for her, and his voice was
Shut up in his great house alone, nursing deep and rich; he loaned her books, and gloomy, suspicious thoughts. Some wretched
influence is upon him; he closes his doors, wrote for her criticisms, upon what they read, and epigrams--he made sketches of and folding his arms, sits gazing moodily the wild mountain scenery. He managed into the fire. Mrs. Cricket chirps and always occupy her attention by some scolds, chatters and sings, but Charles neiachievement of his polished pen or pencil. ther bears nor heeds. He is gazing into the
Then she no longer took her walks and embers, striving hard to read the story of rides with Henry alone. Dr. Gilmer almost a life, which is not written there. If he always joined her. No one could bet. only knew somethingmanything—no matter descant upon the charms of naturemor ter what, of that past which haunts him point out its' undiscovered beauties. In like an incubus--but he knows nothinghis desultory education, he had neglected absolutely nothing. He is angry with him. neither geology nor botany, so that he could self a bundred times for ever mentioning tell her something new of almost every that German. It was her evident confufragment of rock they saw, or something sion, then that was sending all those trou. beautiful of each pretty little bud that dared blesome thoughts' into his mind now. to bloom in that chill mountain soit. Or Charles feels hurt, indignant-takes it al. in their little boat rides, seated at her feet, most as a personal affront, that the only he would sing to her-songs full of love woman that he can love, has had a prior and passion, gazing all the time into her attachment There are so niany other woface, with his soft expressive eyes. And men whom he does not love-why could when the echo of his deep voice reached it not have happened to some of them? them from the hills again, he would tell. You see how unreasonable love will make her in poetic language of the wild legends people! He would have been angry, only he had heard in the mountains around. he didn't know whom to be angry with; And this was not affectation in the Doctor, so he was gloomy, morose, little eynical he felt all that he expressed. As soon as he perhaps. He was going to stifle this pasknew Evelyn, he forgot all his mercenary sion in its birth-give up this dream of schemes. The heart that had lain dormant love He had lived a long time without so long, leaped into life again. Evelyn's it
, he could go back to the old lifo. again. manner, too, roused a delicious hope in his One thing he was resolved upon, he was bosom. His keen sensibility, and powerful not going back to give those German lesimagination made him quick to see and sons. This was the conclusion of the first feel all those little acts, by which women week's meditations. The second, he be
gan to think it was not altogether polite, or "No, it is not removed. The danger is even gentlemanlike, to be making engage increased tenfold,” replied Charles, raising ments with ladies, and breaking them in his head and gazing into her eyes with an this way, without a word of explanation. expression of passionate fondness. “But What must she think of him ? he was afraid I no longer shun it. I court it." she was angry. This was the end of the She could no longer misunderstand hin second week's meditations. The third--an now, and yet she neither started nor blushed, idea came into his mind, not boldly, rather nor turned pale, one of which she oughtcerslyly at first-an idea that after all it was tainly to have done; and I'm afraid you pot such an awful crime to have loved. are disappointed she did not. Remember, What right had he to hoot at second love, at the very outset, she told you that her who had never felt the first. There was heart was dead. You, yourself, have seen something humiliating, too, in this thing of how strongly impressed she was with the shunning a woman because he was afraid idea that she could never love again. You of loving her too much. He thought it should not expect a girl with so strong i would be more manly to go boldly forward dash of sentiment in her composition, to let the consequences be what they would throw off this dream of a broken heart and This idea was sirengthening during the blasted happiness, and accept the first love whole of the fourth week, and the expira- that is offered, just as any common matter. tion of a month, found him on his way to of-fact person would do. No, certainly not. the village.
You must give her time. Evelyn met him very kindly. Charles. kooked anxiously, almost hopefully, into ber tace for some symptom of anger or resent
CHAPTER VI. ment. It was not there, her expression was quietly amiable, and Charles turned CONTAINS A DECLARATION OF LOVA. away with a feeling of painful disappoint
It was one of those warin mild days in ment. After all it had been a matter of
winter, which come sometimes like a pro. 'no importance to her, whether he stayed
mise, to help us through the cold, dreary or came, "Here are some German books I have
Evelyn had gone out alone, through the brought you,” said Charles, going towards fields for a walk. She passed a little a table, to put down a package.
wooden bridge wlich lay in her way, and Evelyn nodded her head without reply, resting on the rail, gazed over into ibe elear ing
pebbly brook, with a feeling of calm en"I am afraid you have thought a little joyment. She nad taken off her hat, and strangely of me," said Charles, awkwardly, her long, dark hair, uubound; hung like a still standing by the table, and looking over cloud around her. She was not aware of his shoulder at her, “that I did not come to the presence of any one and she could not give those lessons, as I promised.”
sup press a cry of surprise, when Dr. Gi!“Why did you 'not come?" she asked mer stepped on the bridge and spoke to simply.
her. Charles was startled by so straight a "What a lovely Ophelia you would make, question. Going near her," he said, hall with the aid of a few flowers," said the seriously, half laughingly,
Doctor, resting bis gun on the bridge, and "I was afraid to come!"
leaning over the rail beside her. “Afraid of what?" she asked with sur. "I could never make an Ophelia ; I have prise. "Did you think I could not learn ?" not her madness, or the cause for it."
"No,” he replied, leaning his head on “Are you sure you have not the latter ? the back of his chair, not looking at her, asked the Doctor earnestly. *No, there was danger for me.
"Yes, sure," she answered, laughing imagine what it was ?"
“Why do you ask ?" "No, sir. Is it removed ?" she asked, "I sometimes think," said the Docior, evidently not understanding his meaning. músingly gazing into the water, "I some