The star of the north. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1849-1866, 1861-01-02

your reputation in assuming your debts
remember that ~
81 have not forgotten it,-~Mr Holt-my
reputation as business man, but not as an
honest man. Were | to live a thousand
years, should never place my honesty in
jeopardy"
"You refuse You assume high crest
to me, Mr.. Lewis j" criey CASTOR Holt, Bit
terly, and clenching his hand. 81 will dis
charge you; will strip you and your moth
er of every dollar you have | will crush
you TO the dust with load of debt. Young
man, the debtor is a slave-a soul-slave to
his creditors
'I owe you, Mr.. Holt this amount" said
Charles, drawing forth a pocket book and
counting upon the table roll of bank
| bills.
"There is what owe you! Give me a
receipt in full aud take it,"
"How came you with his money 2" ex-
claimed Mr.. Holt, as he summed up the
amount and gave The desired receipt.
GA small legacy left 10 me by my moth
er's brother," he remarked, as he secured
the receipt. ''And now MIR. Holt, am out
of your power, and voluntarily out of your
| service. Gratitude is not due 10 man
who pretends generosity to gain selfish
ends"
81 will blast your name, Charles Lewis!"
cried Mr. Holt. | am a dangerous enemy /;
/ aud for my life, hencefor.h and forever |
am yours ~
II am warned in time," replied Charles,
buuoning his coat over his broad breast
Had you not desired an interview with
me this evening, would have demanded
one of YOU, CASTOR Holt. | meant to place
certain papers, accidentally i'll my possess
sion. in your hands; but since you are to
be my enemy, would be simpletoa TO
throw away the weapons chance has given
me.
"What do you mean, Young man g
oI mean, CASTOR Holt" replied Charles,
"that have discovered that | have been
toillng for forger. This day discovered it
1 intended to give you the proofs of your
guilt, that you might destroy Them; and so
have proved my gratitude for supposed
kindness, would have ceased TO be your
| debtor and cashier al the same moment,
shall retain these proofs; | have them in
my pockeI now, will not use them against
you unless I shall have cause to suspect
you are determined 10 continue the dishon-
orable practice, or unless"
"Unless what 2" said MIR. Holt, livid and
fierce.
"Unless you presume TO think of Olivia
| Sancini," said Charles as he turned to leave
the office.
tTake this with you p cried Castor Holt,
s2rinsing at him, and striving to plunge a
dirk into his bosom.
But Charles was strong and vigiant. He
caught the descending hand of the infuria-
ted man, and with a powerful wrench hurl-
| ed him upon the floor.
ASSASSIN and forger you shall hear
from me tomorrow" said Charles, as the
disarmed villain glared at him from the
floor.
Then turning, he slowly departed.
s'lG he lives till daylight, | shall be ruin
ed p' exclaimed CASTOR Holt, springing up
in dismay and rapidly following Charles
He soon overlook him in the street, and
facing him Whispered
''Be mercifnl, young man Give me two
days TO close up my affairs, and then viii
leave New Orleans forever"
He begged so pitifully, and seemed SO
heart crushed that Charles consented, only
stipulating that the rascal should leave the
country.
s'I will ! swear will " said Holt.
They parted-Charles going toward hi
home in the upper part of the city, while
Holt hurried elsewhere in search of Jerome
Sancini, the father of Olivia. He found hin
in his favorile drinking saloon, and taking
him aside, said :
s'You have work 10 do Jerome"
eyes what is it, senior ?' asked Jer
ONE, swariy, evil browed fellow, whom
no one would suspect TO be the father of sc
lovely and amiabIe girl as the fair Olivia
You are about 10 lose. large sum Of
money, my friend Jerome. promised yoC
a certain amount in case became the hus-
band of Olivia. You know Olivia is no
your child?'
"You and only know it, senior" re
piled Jerome.
\ ''Not Us alone"
"Who else suspects She cannot. She
was young; when | sole her from her pa
rents in Italy, that she knows nothing o
her origin.n
Her father is in New Orleans.
"Ah can he suspect p
!. Not ret Jerome. But | wish her to bt
my wife before the rich Italian leaves 70
Cuba. You sold me the secret of her brit