The true Democrat., 1857-03-03
MORNING, MARCH 3. 1857.

strlven for that, too palpably, in the early days of her authority, would have been a dangerous game.
 Before the change came-for it did come Lionel Rupert was gone. The only child of a proud and needy man, it was intended that he should be proud and needy too. The Ruperts had never soiled their hands with profession not they. Sir Acteon Rupert, the reigning baronet, lived in profuson at the Hall, and the other branches of the family lived in genteel pinching elsewhere, never forgetting that they were Ruperts. How the funds had been found to bestow upon Lionel the noble education he had received nobody could imagine--unless Sir Actaon who had liking for his young kins- man, had supplied them But of what service was Llonel's education likely to be to hi,n?-- His father would not let him use it. He was too poor to buy him commission, and little else would have suited the pride of the Ru- perts. So Lionel remained perforce at home, shooting, fishing, idling, and plugging into young mems mischief. But at length his ia ther died, and there came liberty for Lionel. He decided forthwith to take himself off to London.
 It was in July when he came to bid us fare well, SIX months after my fathers marriage The pony carriage was at the door when he came n: papa was going to drive out Mrs Dixon. The latter came down with her things on.
 |" can't make out what takes you to Lon- don, Lionel," she said. "You surely cannot contemplate any step that would dishonor the famly?'
 "Not l." cried Lionel. "I'll take care of the honor of the family"
 Not put yourself into any-any office any prolession--in short, not attempt any means of earning your money to eke out your ncome," went on Mrs. Dixon. "It would be disgrace upon the Ruperts forever"
 "One they would never get over," gravely answered Lionel
 Lionel took leave, papa and Mrs. Dixon drove out, and leaned my aching head on the arm of the sofa, for some feeling, akin to de- spair, had hold of me. Bat he suddenly came back into the room again, and closed the door, l started up and bushed like guilty thing.
 Jane. have word to say to you, and may as well say it now, for 1t is hard to say when we shall meet again. 1 shall not come back here till have built up my fortunes. don't know how it is to be done yet. 1 have the will, and must make the way"
 "Why, Lionel !" 1 exclaimed in surprise. Build up your fortunes. What have you just been saying to Mrs Dixon?"
 Lionel laughed, but soon spoke in a serious tone. Il sail would not disgrace the Ru- pcrtS: hope l never shall But their notions oi disgrace differ from mine Jane They attach lgn"mlny to work.-I ihlnk 1t lies with ;deuess. feel, as an accountable being, that my time and talents were not given me to waste, and | purpose 10 employ them in the best way that may offer"
 What will they say, Lionel? Sir Actaou will have another fit"
 That will Sir Acteon care for me? I shall be far enough away. They may never hear of me and never ask after me But 1 tolG you had word to say. It has struck me, Jane that when my fortunes are built up, shall want somebody to share them. I would rather have Jane Dixon than any body else in the world"
 l was So confused as scarcely to understand him, but my heart beat against my side with a sensation of rapture which had never yet had place there.
 And as may be building up this castle in the air, while build upmy fortunes" went on Lionel, q thought 1t well to assure myself, before hand that it was one not entirely with out foundation. What say you, Jane?'
 l said nothing. Lionel drew my face to his
 God bless you, Jaue.' he whispered. " Re- member, 1t may be years.'