Year: 1868




Leaving Victor in his place Of concealment,
quite re-assured since he had found so secure hi
ding place, we will follow other personages of our
story, in whom the reader may be also Interested.
As soon as Victor had been disposed of, in the
place of refuge whittier he had betaken himself,
his fair guide returned to the chamber from which
Victor had seen her ISSUE 1t was plainly fur
nished bedroom, having a low couch to the right
as one entered the door, and in the other be-
yond that, bed, on which lay the sufferer OF
whom old Hannah had spoken. The Hoor was
softly carpeted and the windows heavi y curtaned,
that no loud football or glare of light might disturb
the invalid. He was man apparently between
forty-fve and fifty years Of age, and though his
cheek seemed bronzed by exposure to wind and
sun, his high brow, around which clustered thick,
crisp, black locks, where only now and then a
silver thread appeared, was as smooth and almost
as fair as woman's His cheek was little sunk
en- by the last few days of suffering, yet it was un-
marked by any of those furrows in which years OF
thought or vicissitude stamp their history in indel
lible characters. His face, which was remarka-
bly fine oval, with small whiskers Of the regula-
ton cut wore the pleasant expression Of that OF
man of leisure who had mingled much with the
world, and had lived life of healthful, rather
than of enervating ease. His dark eye, as he
turned his head on his pillow to speak to the young
lady as she entered the room and approached his
bedside, had in it the liquid depth and softness oi
the Italian mingled with the pride and courage Of
the Anglo Norman character. His smile was
nearly as gentle and winning as woman's, and
when his lips parted in speaking, they disclosed
long pearly teeth that seemed capable Of closing
with the exactness and grip of vice. Decision
of character and playfulness of temper were writ
ten on every feature and yet there was IN his eye
something of daredevil recklessness Of temper,
that would have caused him to be singled out from
thousands, where work was to be done requiring a
man who would risk his life without even quicken
ing the beat of his pulse.


"Well-the young men are disposed Off" asked
he, turning his face on his pillow, and fixing his
eye on the young lady, as she came up to her place
by his bedside.


s'There was but one of them, father" said she,
with start.


"And the other-what became of him ?" asked
the invalid. =,


''He leapcd from the window to the ground"


ssWen, 1 suppose he is fairly out of danger BY
this time. 1t was certainly best for him. Thert
can be no safe hiding place here;'' and the eye o
the invalid wore sad, thoughtful look.


'sDo you think they will search the house, faith
er?' asked the daughter


''Search it? Aye they will run everything
through boiling cloth. They will riddle it as yol
would riddle Goals. There will not be closet,
trunk, or box on the place, they will not pry int
with eager and inquisitive eyes. Every nook ant
Granny in the house, or under it, they will careful
" scrutinize. You can't bury a setting of spoil
eggs in any out of the way spot so secretly, bu
they will discover the spot and sound it with thei
ramrods, in the hope of finding hidden treasure
They are not soldiers, my child-they are foreigl
mercenaries, bought up with yankee gold, soul ant
body, to do devilish deeds that make humanit.
blush. They are savage hyenas, who would dil
down into new made grave, lest it mightbe mad
TO conceal poor half dozen of battered spoons
i wish I were but able to charge the scoundrel a
the head of dozen of my troopers !" and sigl
of impatience escaped the invalid.


ooh father, think not of such things now +
exclaimed his daughter, sorowfally. 1T coul
do no good think of your wound and be calm an
patient-youh have done too much fighting already.


''What row the scoundrelly ruf6ans are maxim
below exclaimed the wounded man with frown
Ring the bell for Hannah, my daughter ha
Just left the room If there be an officer at thei
head, I wish him to come to me Immediately"


II will step down and enquire for their leader,
said his daughter, moving towards the door.


"On your life, no p exclaimed the wounded mar
with energy. He had nearly raised himself to