The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1869-03-10

GEL side, and waS lost in, the blue depths c
the silent sea- Although efforts were mad
to rescue him. he was never seen again
some shark had, perhaps, taken him dow
TO furnish . bloody feastsin its halls of pi
Jared coral. .
I when Captain 9Blakeney arrived a
home, and displayed the treasures he ha
brought for the dear ones there, he place
me in little hlue-ered Mary's hand.
"'There, my dear, is II bright new piec
for you -
"Then he told the tale of the little beg
gar boy, whom all believed to have been in
sane, and it was with IL touch and look G
awe that Mary carried and laid me away
tears standing in her blue eyes all the while
"Months after, Captain Blakeney CASUAL
taking up newspaper, read IN account @
the assassination of General Orville, with
description of the supposed murderer; thel
he understood ALL
CHAPTER II
'MotherP the cherry young voice ha
something of the breeziness of the hills an
fields in it. I say. mother, what's in thi
old chest? Let's give it regular turn out
Up went the lid of the old chest in whc
had lain for SO many years, and an eager
boyish face bent over me, while pair O
sun-burned hands turned everything up sid
down, in very lawless way.
"'Oh, look, mother! here is some money
taking me up, and holding mo towards
fair, matronly woman, who came forward q
his exclamation. I had not seen that fac
stantly rs that of little Mary; who never ha
touched me after hearing of the wickednes
of my former possessor.
{" Don't, jack" she pleaded; that be
longed to desperate little boy who muder
ed an officer in the British army the ton
saying that crime could never go beyon
that.
"'But, mother, the shilling didn't mur
der an officer if the boy did. Give it t
me; Ill take it where the wind will blow til
bad odor off of it.
eel do not suppose you will KEEP it lon
enough to inlure you greatly, my son. th
mother said, gravely; "spend it in deeds O
charity, that the curse that clings to it ma
be concealed.
"'Don't trouble yourself about it, mother
only wish that had enough of them, II
risk them, ghosts and all" and the lad wen
out, making the meadows resound with hi
shrill whistling.
'Not far had Jack gone into the wood
beyond the field, when he espied bird
nest of rare workmanship. OF went cap
jacket and shoes, and up went Jack into til
tree, never noticing at the time, that role
far out of his pocket into the grass Th
nest was secured, and the boy, flushed an
painting, stood on the ground gathering VI
his belongings.
MY shilling! oh, where is my shilling:
he asked, putting his hand into his empt
pocket, and searching the ground wit
careful eyes. Can it be as mother says
that; it is because I robbed the bird of he
nest, that this bad luck has happened t
me- With very conscious face, he slow
remounted the tree, and set the nest in it
old place again. After another fruitles
search, he took very sober face home t.
tell his mother of his loss
81 had not lain there long when q flocl
of goats came browsing by, and one mis-
chievous little kid, with one bite, took til
green roof from over my head. I gazed u
into the blue sky and green trees, and fel
80 terribly lonely, that began to wish my
self back in Jacks pocket Just then,
gentle rustling caused me to look around
to meet the brown eyes of fair youn
maiden, that came slowly along the wood
land path. [ shone my brightest, and til
gentle eyes were caught by my sparkle
With little, glad cry she picked me up
'' happy omen! Oh, L know it is
happy omen
"She was still looking at me, when
heavier step was heard, an arm was stole
softly around the slender waist, and a
honest, handsome face Looked over he
shoulder.
"'What is it, Alice, a shilling? What ar
You going to do with it?' rs hand and shi
ling were both imprisoned in palm broa
and strong.
I" L found it," with pleased smile, 'an
L intend that we shall divide it and wear
until father consents to our union
TO BE CONTINUED.