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-rather the mauvais ton of a person not sure of his own position, but who has resolved to swagger into the best one he can get. When it is remembered that he had made his way in the world, and gleaned together an immense fortune, it is needless to add that he was as sharp as a needle, and as hard as a flint. No man had had inore friends, and no man had stuck by them more firmly-as long as there was a pound in their pockets!

Something of this character had Randal heard of the Baron, and he now gazed, first at his card, and then at him, with-admiration.

"Yes-the Baron."

"Baron! true. Come to plague me about the Mexican loan, I suppose. I will keep you no longer."

Randal, much meditating, left the house, and re-entered his hack cab. The Baron was admitted to the statesman's presence.

CHAPTER XIV.

EGERTON had thrown himself at full length on the sofa, a position exceedingly rare with him; and about his whole air and manner, as Levy entered, there was something singularly different from that stateliness of port common "I met a friend of yours at Borrowwell's to the austere legislator. The very tone of the other day," resumed the Baron-"Young his voice was different. It was as if the Hazeldean. Careful fellow-quite a man of statesman-the man of business—had vanishthe world." ed; it was rather the man of fashion and the idler, who, nodding languidly to his visitor, said, "Levy, what money can I have for a year?"

As this was the last praise poor Frank deserved, Randal again smiled.

The Baron went on-"I hear, Mr. Leslie, that you have much influence over this same Hazeldean. His affairs are in a sad state. I should be very happy to be of use to him, as a relation of my friend Egerton's; but he understands business so well that he despises my advice."

"I am sure you do him injustice."

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"Injustice! I honor his caution. I say to every man, Dont come to me-I can get you money on much easier terms than any one else;' and what's the result? You come so often that you ruin yourself; whereas a regular usurer without conscience frightens you. Cent per cent,' you say; oh, I must pull in.' If you have influence over your friend, tell him to stick to his bill-brokers, and have nothing to do with Baron Levy."

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"The estate will bear very little more. My dear fellow, that last election was the very devil. You cannot go on thus much longer."

"My dear fellow!" Baron Levy hailed Audley Egerton as 'my dear fellow." And Audley Egerton, perhaps, saw nothing strange in the words, though his lip curled.

"I shall not want to go on thus much longer," answered Egerton, as the curl on his lip changed to a gloomy smile. "The estate must, meanwhile, bear £5000 more." "A hard pull on it. You had really better sell."

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"I cannot afford to sell at present. I cannot afford men to say, Audley Egerton is done up-his property is for sale.'"

"It is very sad when one thinks what a rich man you have been-and may be yet!" Be yet! How?"

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Here the minister's bell rung, and Randal, looking through the window, saw Dr. F. walking to his carriage, which had made way for Baron Levy's splendid cabriolęt—a ca- Baron Levy glanced towards the thick briolet in the most perfect taste-Baron's mahogany doors-thick and impervious as coronet on the dark brown panels-horse should be the doors of statesmen. Why, black, with such action!-harness just re- you know that, with three words from you, lieved with plating. The servant now enter-I could produce an effect upon the stocks of ed, and requested Randal to step in; and three nations, that might give us each a addressing the Baron, assured him that he hundred thousand pounds. We would go would not be detained a minute. shares."

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"I dare say he did. Well, my letter is official, my message is not; beg him to see Mr. before we meet-he will understand -all rests upon that interview."

"Levy," said Egerton coldly, though a deep blush overspread his face, "you are a scoundrel; that is your look out. I interfere with no man's tastes and consciences. I don't intend to be a scoundrel myself. I have told you that long ago."

The Baron laughed, without evincing the least displeasure.

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"Well," said he, "you are neither wise nor Egerton then, extending the letter, resumed complimentary; but you shall have the mongravely, "Of course you will not mention to ey. But yet, would it not be better," added any one that Dr. F. was with me; the health Levy, with emphasis, "to borrow it, without of public men is not to be suspected. Hum-interest, of your friend L'Estrange?" were you in your own room or the anteroom?"

"The ante-room, sir."

Egerton's brow contracted slightly. "And Mr. Levy was there, eh?"

Egerton started as if stung.

"You meant to taunt me, sir!" he exclaimed passionately. "I accept pecuniary favors from Lord L'Estrange! I"

"Tut, my dear Egerton, I dare say my

Lord would not think so ill now of that little | muttered, "Thank heaven, not for long—it act in your life which-" will not last long."

"Hold!" exclaimed Egerton, writhing. "Hold!"

He stopped, and paced the room, muttering in broken sentences, "To blush before this man! Chastisement, chastisement!" Levy gazed on him with hard and sinister eyes. The minister turned abruptly.

"Look you, Levy," said he, with forced composure-"you hate me-why, I know not. I have never injured you-never avenged the inexpiable wrong you did me."

"Wrong!-you a man of the world! Wrong! Call it so if you will then," he added shrinkingly, for Audley's brow grew terrible. "But have I not atoned it? Would you ever have lived in this palace, and ruled

Repeating those words, he mechanically locked up his papers, and pressed his hand to his heart for an instant, as if a spasm had shot through it.

"So-I must shun all emotion!" said he, shaking his head gently.

In five minutes more, Audley Egerton was in the streets, his mien erect, and his step firm as ever.

"That man is made of bronze,” said a leader of the Opposition to a friend as they rode past the minister. "What would I give for his nerves!"

From Mr. Kimball's forthcoming "Sequel to St. Leger." THE STORY OF DR. LINDHORST. LINDHORST has been an intimate

this country as one of the most influential of "Driend of my father from the time they

its ministers, but for my management-my whispers to the wealthy Miss Leslie? Come, but for me what would you have been-perhaps a beggar?"

"What shall I be now if I live? Then I should not have been a beggar; poor perhaps in money, but rich-rich in all that now leaves my life bankrupt. Gold has not thriven with me; how should it. And this fortune-it has passed for the main part into your hands. Be patient, you will have it all ere long. But there is one man in the world who has loved me from a boy, and wo to you if ever he learn that he has the right to despise me !"

"Egerton, my good fellow," said Levy, with great composure, "you need not threaten me, for what interest can I possibly have in tale-telling to Lord L'Estrange? As to hating you-pooh! You snub me in private, you cut me in public, you refuse to come to my dinners, you'll not ask me to your own; still there is no man I like better, nor would more willingly serve. When do you want the £5000 ?"

"Perhaps in one month, perhaps not for three or four. Let it be ready when required." "Enough; depend on it. Have you any other commands?" "None."

"I will take my leave, then. By the by, what do you suppose the Hazeldean rental is worth-net?"

"I don't know, nor care. You have no designs upon that, too?"

"Well, I like keeping up family connections. Mr. Frank seems a liberal young gentleman." Before Egerton could answer, the Baron had glided to the door, and, nodding pleasantly, vanished with that nod.

Egerton remained, standing on his solitary hearth. A drear, single man's room it was, from wall to wall, despite its fretted ceilings and official pomp of Bramah escritoires and red boxes. Drear and cheerless-no trace of woman's habitation-no vestige of intruding, happy children. There stood the austere man alone. And then with a deep sigh he VOL. V.-NO. I.-8

were both together at Heidelberg. The Dootor was born in Switzerland, and, after finishing the study of medicine, came back to his native town to practise it. Before this, however, he had become enthusiastically de voted to geology and its kindred sciences, botany and mineralogy; and, indeed, to all those pursuits which have direct relation to nature and her operations. His father dying soon after, and leaving him a handsome patrimo ny, he had abundant opportunity to indulge in them; which he did, without, however, neglecting his profession. Indeed, he soon acquired a reputation for being skilful and attentive, while every one spoke in terms of commendation of the young Doctor Paul. Suddenly there was a change. He declined any longer to visit the sick, excepting only the most poor and miserable. He absented himself for days and weeks in the mountains, pursuing his favorite objects with an unnatural enthusiasm. Then he left Thun for foreign countries, and was gone two or three years, and returned with an accumulation of various specimens in almost every department of natural science: with note-books, herbariums, cabinets, strange animals stuffed to resemble life, birds, fishes, petrifactionsin short, the air, the water, and the earth had furnished their quota to satisfy his feverish zeal for acquisition. He was still a young man, scarce five-and-twenty, yet he bore the appear ance of a person at least forty years old—”

"But the cause of this strange metamorphose?"

"No one pretends to tell," continued Josephine. "There is a report—and my father, who, I am sure, knows all, does not contradict it that Paul Lindhorst was attached to a young girl who resided in the same town. and that his affection was returned. On one occasion, a detachment of French soldiers was quartered in Thun for a short time, and a sub-lieutenant, who had in some way been made acquainted with her, was smitten with the charms of the pretty Swiss. I suppose, like some of her sex, she had a spice of co

to overtake the detachment, supposing that by some accident the little creature had been overlooked. On coming up, he inquired for the child's mother.

"Bless me!' said one of the women, 'if there is not poor little Annette !' "We can't take her; that's positive,' cried another.

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"The Doctor at length discovered that the poor child's mother had died in the village they were just leaving. He learned also that she was the wife of an officer who had been

quetry in her composition, and now, possess ing two lovers, she had a good opportunity to practise it. Paul Lindhorst, however, was of too earnest a nature to bear this new conduct from the dearest object of his heart with composure, neither was it his disposition to suffer in silence. He remonstrated, and was laughed at; he showed signs of deep dejection, and these marks of a wounded spirit "How did she get here?' exclaimed a third. were treated with thoughtless levity or indif- 'Something must be done,' said a woundference; he became indignant, and they quar-ed soldier, in a compassionate tone. Give relled. It is quite the old story; the girl, her to me; I will carry her in my arms;' and half in revenge, half from a fancied liking for taking the little Annette, who recognized in her new lover, married him; soon the order him an old acquaintance, he easily quieted her for march came, and, by special permission, by saying her mamma would come very soon. she was permitted to accompany her husband, as the regiment was to be quartered in France, and not to go on active service. Such," continued Josephine Fluellen, "is the story which I have heard repeated, and to which was at-wounded some time before, and that she had tributed the extraordinary change in the made a long journey, just in time to see him young physician. His devotion to his favor- breathe his last, and had remained with the ite pursuits continued to engross him, he camp until her own death. Some charitable grew more abstracted, more laborious, more person, attracted by the sprightly appearance unremitting in his vocation. Again he visit- of the little girl, had volunteered the charge ed foreign lands, and was gone another three of it, and, the halt at an end, the detachment years. Returning, he brought, in addition to had marched on its victorious course. Paul his various collections, a little bright-eyed, Lindhorst felt a shock, like the last shock brown-haired child, a girl, some four years which separates soul from body. He had inold; and taking her to his house, which he quired and been told the name of the destill retained, he made arrangements for her ceased officer; he buried his face in his hands accommodation there, by sending to Berne and wept. Little Annette had fallen asleep for a distant relative, a widow lady, who had in the old soldier's arms, and the heavy milibut one child, also a little girl, about the age tary wagon lumbered slowly on its way. It of the stranger. She accordingly took up was more than he could bear, to give up the her residence with Dr. Lindhorst, and assum-child into the hands of strangers-her child. ed the charge of both the children, while the Old scenes came back to his recollection. He He remembered Doctor continued to pursue his labors, ap- forgot every resentment. parently much lighter of heart than before." but his first, his only love. He walked hasti"But the child?" ly after the wagon, and readily persuaded the "I was about to add that I learned from old soldier to give the little girl to him. Then my father the following account of it. He taking her in his arms while she still slept, told me (but I am sure this is not known to he walked almost with a light heart into the any out of our own family) that as Dr. Lind- village. It was of course difficult at first to horst was returning home after his second pacify the little creature; but kindness and long absence, he entered a small village near devotion soon do their office, and all the love Turin, just as a detachment of 'The Army of which she had had for her mother was transItaly' were leaving it. The rear presented ferred to her kind protector. She has always the usual motley collection of baggage-wagons, borne his name, and, I believe, is unacquaintdisabled soldiers, sutlers, camp-women, and ed with her history, at least with the more hangers-on of all sorts, who attend in the melancholy portions of it. Do not ask ine steps of a victorious troop. As Paul Lind- any more questions. I know you want to horst stopped to view the spectacle, and while speak of your friend Maclorne. I must not the wild strains of music could be heard echo-show you too much favor at one time; being and re-echoing as the columns defiled around the brow of a mountain which shut them from his sight, the rear of the detachment came up and passed. At a short distance behind, a child, scarcely four years of age, without shoes or stockings, and thinly clad, her hair streaming in the wind, ran by N one of the sunniest spots of sunny Tusas fast as her little feet could carry her, cany, that favored department of Italy. screaming, in a tone of agony and terror, may still be seen the ruins of a strong, anWait for me, mamma!' 'Here I am, mam-cient-built castle, or palace, surrounded by ma! 'Do dot leave me, mamma!' 'Do extensive grounds now run to waste; and wait for me!' Paul Lindhorst sprang forward, which was, a century or two ago, one of the and taking the child in his arms, he hastened proudest buildings in that balmy land.

sides, we must visit Lina a few moments. I have quite neglected her of late.'"

From the New Monthly Magazine.
A DARK DEED OF THE DAYS GONE BY.
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It was on an evening of delicious coolness, there so coveted, that a cavalier issued on horseback from the gates of the castle, which was then at the acme of its pride and strength. Numerous retainers stood on either side by the drawbridge, their heads bared to the evening sun, until the horseman should have passed, but he went forth unattended; and the men resumed their caps, and swung to the drawbridge, as he urged his horse to a quick pace. It was the lord of that stately castle, the young inheritor of the lands of Visinara. His form, tall and graceful, was bent occasionally to the very neck of his horse, in acknowledgment of the homage that was universally paid him, though he sat his steed proudly, as if conscious that such bearing befitted the descendant of one of Italia's noblest families. In years he had numbered scarcely more than a quarter of a century, and yet on his beautiful features might be traced a shade, which told of perplexity or care. Turning down a narrow and not much frequented way, which branched off from the main road, a mile or two distant from his residence, he urged his horse to a fast pace, and at length came in view of one of those pretty places, partly mansion, partly cottage, and partly temple, at that period to be seen in Italy; but which we now meet with rarely save in pictures. Fastening the bridle of his charger to a tree, he walked towards the house, and passing down the colonade, which ran along the south side of it, entered one of the rooms through the open window.

A lady, young and beautiful, sat there alone. She had delicate features, and a fair, open countenance, the complexion of which resembled more that of an English than an Italian one, inasmuch as a fine, transparent color was glowing on the cheeks. The expression of her eyes was mild and sweet, and her hair, of a chestnut brown, fell in curls upon her neck, according to the fashion of the times. She started visibly at sight of the count, and her tongue gave utterance to words, but what she apparently knew not. "So you have returned, signor ?"

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At last, Gina," was the count's answer, as he threw his arm around her slender waist, and essayed to draw her affectionately towards him.

"Unhand me, Count di Visinara!" she impetuously exclaimed, sliding from his embrace, and standing apart, her whole form heaving with agitation.

you now. Cajoled that I have been in listening to you so long!" "Gina!"

"And so the honorable Count di Visinara has amused his leisure hours in making love to Gina Montani!" she cried, vehemently. "The lordly chieftain who

"Be silent, Gina!" he interrupted. "Before you continue your strange accusations, tell me the origin of them. My love has never wandered from you."

"Yet you are seeking a wife in the heiress of Della Ripa! Ah, Sir Count, your complexion changes now!" Gina Montani was right: the flush of excitement on his face had turned to paleness. "Your long and repeated journeys, for days together, are now explained," she continued. "It was well to tell me business took you from home."

"I have had business to transact with the Prince of Della Ripa," he replied, boldly, recovering his equanimity.

"And to combine business with pleasure," she answered, with a curl of her delicate lip, "you have been wont to linger by the side of his daughter."

"And what though I have sometimes seen the Lady Adelaide ?" he rejoined. "I have no love for her."

Gina was silent for awhile, as if struggling with her strong emotion, and then spoke calmly. "My mother has enjoined me, times out of mind, not to suffer your continued visits here, for that you would never marry me. You never will, Giovanni."

"Turn to my own faith, Gina,” he exclaimed, with emotion, "and I will marry thee to-morrow."

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They say you are about to marry Adelaide of Della Ripa," she replied, passing by his own words with a gesture.

"They deceive you, Gina."

You deceive me," she answered, passionately; "you, upon whose veracity I would have staked my life. And this is to be my reward!"

"You are like all your sex, Gina-when their jealousy is aroused, good-by to reason; one and all are alike."

"Can you say that in this case my suspicions are unfounded?"

"Gina," he answered, as he once again would have folded her to his heart, "let us not waste the hours in vain recriminations: I have no love for Adelaide of Della Ripa." And, alas! for the credulity of woman, Gina Montani lent ear once more to his honeyed persuasions, until she deemed them true; and they were again happy together, as of old. But this security was not to last long "No, but I soon shall be. And I have for her. As the weeks and months flew on, prayed to Heaven that insanity may fall the visits of the count to her mother's house upon me rather than experience the wretch-grew few and far between. He made long edness of these last few days.'

He stood irresolute; aghast at this reception from her, who was his early and dearest love. "Are you out of your senses?" was his exclamation.

"My love, my love, what mean you?" My love! you call me your love, Count di Visinara! Be silent, hypocrite! I know

stays at the territory of Della Ripa, and people told it as a fact, no longer disputable, that he was about to make a bride of the Lady Adelaide.

uttered; "when the same mode of worship, and that a pure one, shall animate us all. În the later ages, this peace may be upon the earth."

"Would to the saints that it were now, Gina; or that you and I had never met." "What! do you wish it?" she contemptuously exclaimed; "you, who voluntarily sever yourself from me?"

"I have acted an honorable part, Gina," he cried, striding to and fro in his agitation. "Honorable, did you say?"

They had come strangers into Tuscany, the Signora Montani and her daughter, but a year or two before. The signora was in deep grief for the loss of her husband, and they lived the most secluded life, making no acquaintances. They were scarcely known by name or by sight, and, save the Count di Visinara, no visitors were ever found there. The signora was of northern extraction, and of the Reformed faith, and had reared her daughter in the principles of the latter, which of itself would cause them to court seclusion, at that period, in Italy. And the Ay, honorable. You were growing too Lord of Visinara, independent and haughty dear to me, and I could not speak of marriage as he was by nature and by position, would to you." There was a long pause. She was no more have dared to take Gina Montani to standing against one of the cypress-trees, the be his wedded wife, than he would have brav-moon, through an opening above, casting its ed his Mightiness the Pope in St. Peter's chair. light upon her pure face, down which were coursing tears of anguish. "So henceforth we must be brother and sister," he whispered.

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Ir was on a calm moonlight night, that a closely-wrapped-up form stood in the deep shade of a grove of cypress-trees, within the gates of the Castle of Visinara, anxiously watching. Parties passed and repassed, and the figure stirred not; but now there came one, the very echo of whose footsteps had command in it, and the form advanced stealthily, and glided out of its hiding-place, right upon the path of the Lord of Visinara. He stood still, and faced the intruder. "Who are you-and what do you do here?"

"I came to bid you farewell, my Lord; to wish you joy of your marriage!" And, throwing back the mantle and hood, Gina Montani's fragile form stood out to view.

"You here, Gina!"

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"Brother and sister," she repeated, in a moaning voice, pressing the cold tree against her aching temples.

"After awhile, Gina, when time shall have tamed our feelings down. Until then, we may not meet."

"Not meet!" she exclaimed, startled by the words into sudden pain. "Will you never come to see us? Shall we never be together again-like brother and sister, as you have just said?"

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Nay, Gina, I must not do so great wrong to the Lady Adelaide."

"So great wrong!" she exclaimed in amazement.

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"Ay; I have struggled long-long. Pride,| Not real wrong, I am aware. But I resentment, jealousy-I have struggled fierce- shall undertake at the altar to love and cherly with them; but all are forgotten in my un-ish her; and though I cannot do the one, I happy love." He folded her to his heart, as will the other. Knowing this, it is incumbent in their happy days. "You depart to-mor- on me to be doubly careful of her feelings." row morning on your way to bring home "I see, I see," interrupted the young lady, your bride. I have seen your preparations; indignantly; "her feelings must be respectI have watched the movements of your re-ed, whilst mine Farewell, Giovanni." tainers. No farewell was given me-no word "One word yet, Gina," he said, detaining offered of consolation-no last visit vouch- her. "You will probably hear of me much safed." It would seem that he could not-foremost in the chase, gayest in the ballgainsay her words, for he made no reply. room, last at the banquet-the gay, fortunate Know you how long it is since we met?" Lord of Visinara; and when you do so, reshe continued; "how long-" member that that gay lord wears about him "Reproach me not," he interrupted. "I a secret chain, suspected by and known to have suffered more than you, and, for a fare-none-a chain, some links of which will rewell visit, I did not dare to trust myself." main entwined around his heart to his dying day, though the gilding that made it precious must from this time moulder away. Know you what the chainis, Gina?"

"And so this is to be the end of your enduring love, that you said was to be mine, and only mine, till death!"

"And before Heaven I spoke the truth. I have never loved-I never shall love but you. Yet, Gina, what would you have me do? I may not speak to you of marriage; and it is necessary to my position that I wed."

"She is of your own rank, therefore you have wooed her?"

"And of my own faith. Difference in rank may be overcome; in faith, never."

"Oh that the time had come when God's children shall be all of one mind!" she

The suffocating sobs were rising in her throat, and she made no answer.

"His love for you. Fare thee well, my dearest and best. Nay, another instant; it is our last embrace in this world."

III.

It was a princely cavalcade that bore the heiress of Della Ripa to her new territories, and all eyes looked out upon it. The armor of the warlike retainers of the house of Visinara sparkled in the sun, and the more

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