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Bi A flow® VOL. X. BOSTON, SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 30, 1861. NO. 10. the summer-land and brightness all around. Robo " Oh, wherefore ?—yes—I will do all. But why ?” I CHAPTER y/L rows,, to share her grief. Doctor Merton, to you SHornr Stpdment gazed upon tho scene with parted lips, dilating eyes, Ho still firmly held her hands. ' TUB MISSION OP A BROKEN HEART. alono in all tbis neighborhood, would I confide the and flushing oheek. She cried in an ecstasy of de­ “No remonstrances, I say.” It was mid-winter. Tho snowy mantle draped tho keeping of my son’s secret, of his honor 1 You have Writton for tho Banner of Light. light and wonderment— His face looked dark and threatening. earth, enveloping tho sturdy mountains and the wondered at my intense interest in this pocr stran­ " How beautiful 1 Surely, nothing this side of " Will you do as I bid you?” ; plain; from the denuded trees great ioioles were ger, whom you all deemed the victim of some bad Eden oan bo more, beautiful.” “ Only give mo a reason, Philip. Tell mo why pendant, and tho hedges glistened with tho Frost man’s betrayal. Alas 1 to my shamo and his be it / Mam’sello Florie, who accompanied them as an at­ this mystery, and 1 will never trouble you again. King's diamond ministry; the singing brook was spoken I Philip has acknowledged to mo that sho— OB, . tendant upon tho littlo Felicia, also clapped her But is it right----- ” stilled, for the wand of tho ice enchanter had hushed Teresa—had been his mistress; ho denied alt par­ hands with joy, and volubly exclaimed: " Silence I” ho thundered, so violently that tho tho onward, leaping current of its joy; the stream ticipation in the removal of hor ohild; he denied CHIME AM) RETRIBUTION! “It is one Paradise! ono jardin of mlleflcurs! little Felicia, clinging to her mother’s skirts, looked was silent in tho wintry embrace; tho sky was that ho had over heard of its existence.” ' Madame can ’ave de roses, de lilies, and de migmo- up in alarm, and said sweetly : steel blue in its cold intensity; it was a hard winter “ Mrs. Almay, from my heart I pity you. Shame­ " Peaee do n’t, papa! Pease don’t!” ' A STORY OF BOTH HEMISPHERES. nette all naturelie; no occasion to buy de artifi-oial; for tho poor, one of unparalleled enjoyment to tho ful! monstrous! horrible! incredible I” ejaculated and here it is summer eternellement! Madame will He caught tbe ohild to his breast with a quick, young and light-hearted, tho happy and untried. tbe doctor, walking up and down excitedly. BY CORA wnmURH. not shiverewid do cold; and I sail not lose do roses sudden impulse. Ho kissed her face, her hands, and Dr. Merton, who is the confidential friend as well “Thou who knowest tho secrets of all hearts!” on mine zealts, and look liko ono—what you call a subduing, tenderness stole over his hard, stern as the bodily advisor of Mrs. Almay, has at length cried tbe poor mother, with uplifted, streamingeyes, CHAPTER VL him,1 ghost—all blue and purpello, wid de cold wed- countenance. He put her down most gently. The determined to confide to her the suspicion, amount­ “ thou knowest that weak, sinfully indulgent as I *' -TUB inOPIOAn ABODB. ' dere. And ’ere dere is zo many black negroes, Florio eyes of Rose were filled with reproachful tears. Hhr ing almost to certainty, that possesses him with re­ have been, I am guiltless of this great outrage. will bo one ladle in her place.” delicate wrists wore crimsoned by his angry touch. During tbeir journey homo to tbe sea-shore, Philip gard to Teresa. Sho has recovered from tho fever Have I not always taught him to revere tho sancti­ Joaquin, who had no love for aught beautiful in “ You will obey mo, now ?” he said, in a softened that threatened her life; tho light of reason has re­ ty of womanhood ? Have I not inculcated tho lovo f had informed his wife of tho existence of the little Nature, cast a contemptuous glance upon the wait­ tone ?’’ . feliola. Ho said she was an orphan, left to his care turned; sho is a heart-broken, sorrowful woman, of virtue, and the fear of God ? And this is tho ing-woman, and whistled a Spanish fandango. Phil­ “ Yes, beoause I must,” she replied, and a weary * by her dying mother. That in attending to tho busi­ ever weeping for the irreparable loss of her child; reward of my life of self-sacrifice I shame and op­ ip looked upon the summer-land that was evidently sigh escaped her.. \ but she is again self-possessed, sane and consistent probrium brought to my hearthstone by the hand ness for whioh ho had left Linden Cottage, he had familiar to him, with an indifferent air. The child " Never mind the governing cause, so you fulfill "been called upon to perform this act of benevolence. in her reiterated words. With a slight knowledge of my only son! And Roso, his young, trusting, lisped forth in dulcet accents: your duty/’ he said, with a coarse laugh, that grated If Rose wondered why ho. had not told her before, of the Spanish tongue, acquired. in his earlier days, guileless wife! Oh, merciful Father 1 I shall go " Mama, pretty, pretty!” and her little hand harshly on her ear. ' ‘ , not express it id words. She had learned to the physician has questioned her, and it is evident frantic if i think of her! If Teresa is his wife, sho did pointed to the landscape and the sea. “And how* that matter settled,"*mU in.Florie, and ' understand his fitful* moods, to shrink from the lurid to him that she is a wedded wife, who has been oru- what, oh what is Rose ? That tender, loving heart For a week they remained at a hotel, waited upon let us hear her opinion of her new* abode.” . ■, ' flashes of his eye. To his question: • eliy deserted; her description of the man she per­ will be broken. Quick, Doctor Merton, for God’s as tbe rich and great of earth alone can be; then merciful sake, hasten 1 bring her here at once, that ' ■ •“ You will love this little orphan ?” ThoFrench woman made her .appearance';'rubbing; sisted in calling husband was that of Philip Almay they removed to a house of imposing exterior, that her hands with glee, a smile of gratified vanity and She had responded from her heart: I preoisely; but vfhen she showed the good man her I may inform Rose, that she remain not one hour was surrounded by a spacious garden, and luxuriant pride distending her large, pouting mouth... ‘':£‘I will be to hor a mother.” wedding certificate, and he saw there (he name of beneath his roof! His mother and his wife—ah, grounds. It was a romantio site indeed, being situ­ “ How do you like your new residence,' Mam’sello,” < ■ Rose loved children with all the integrity of her ' Philip Artoun, he shook his head and muttered to two of them! all, all betrayed I” ated on the brow of a hill, from whence tbe azure inquired the master. ' ■ ' ■ > Never had the gentle woman displayed such "Strong, deep feelings, and when she saw the little himself: ' , • bay withits white-winged shipping and fisher-boats “ Oh, Monsieur Philip, e’est magnifique. It is like। 11 Either a strange coincidenoe, or a great piece of uncontrollable agitation. The doctor was almost * Feliola, her pitying heart went forth toward her in and the clear horizon line of the ocean could be seen. -'’almost maternal longing. The ohild was very win: one palace of de roy-all-familee I J was never so as­. rascality. I must find out, though it be a death-blow stunned by the revelation of Philip’s baseness. Bad From its vine-deoked and flower-decorated balcony tonish’in my life. Zo many .mrfrors, and tableau, beautiful, with fair, roseate complexion ( to his mother’s heart.” as he thought him, ho did not deem it possible he ■ningand a could be viewed the adjacent convent, and the * soulful eyes, regular features; and in strange and gold anil silvers and prettie tings, 1 nevare seei And with this determination he buttoned up his could descend to such depths of falsehood and mean­ ' large, churches of the town; from its flat roof the neigh­ with her Oriental eyes, and black, silken before in any. oountree! Oh, Madame, I sail bei overcoat and rode to Linden Cottage. The pale ness as to brand tbe name of his' lawful wife with • contrast boring country and the distant plantations met the lashes, was the pale, golden color of her hair, tbat ohar-mee to serve so rich one ladie; I shall be onei mother bade him welcome with a smile. infamy; that ho, too, had abducted the • child, he view. It was a fit abode for the loving, poetic masses over her shapely head, and wide, personne of importance moi-mene, myself.” 11 How is your patient to-day 1” she inquired, never paused to doubt. He rode home, pondering * curled in' heart bf Rose; and with her own poetic adaptation Intelligent forehead. She was the image of Teresa; “Has Joaquin informed you that l am known asi “ Improving, steadily improving,” he replied in his deep and painfully; and without loss of time he of the beautiful, she named it " Eden Rest.” - all but the golden hair that was borrowed from her the Senor Deltano, here ?” .

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