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Shipwreck, The : By Lily Shorthouse : 309

Theatrical Retrospections: By E. H. Malcolm : 150
Slips and Cuttings for Mental Culture : 98, 166, 223,

“The British Merlin”: By W. Reade, jun. : 295
334

What Jedd Palfry found in the Coffin (A Christmas
Theatres, New, The Burlesques at the : 45

Story) : By T. B. Aldrich : 52
Theatres, The, during the Holidays: By E. H. Mal. Wounded for Life : 70
colm : 105, 160

Toilet, The (specially from Paris) : 43, 108, 168, 224,
Theatres, The-Easter Promises : 212, 271

280, 336

POETRY.

Alboin and Rosamond: By Frederick Napier Let me go: By Lily Shorthouse : 125
Broome: 15

Life's Morning : By Barrington : 87
After the Ball : 266

Light-bearers, The: By Mrs. Newton Crosland : 179
Child, The, of the Light-house: By Ann Caswell : 104 Marguerite, The : By L. S.: 125
Chrysanthemums: By A. M. Dana : 87

Marian : By Harry A. Cartwright : 35
Colloquy, A; or, the Last Archery Meeting : By R.
E. Thackeray : 89

Now, and Then : By Cora May: 69
Cruse, The, that faileth not : 189

“Now I lay me down to sleep”: 294

Photography and Art (Two Sonnets): By Mrs. New-
Dangerous: By Ada Trevanion : 140

ton Crosland : 140
Domestic Ins and Outs: By R. E. Thackeray : 153
Drowned for Love : By Ada Trevanion : 204 Resuscitated Verses: By Calder Campbell : 125
Evening Hour, An: By Elizabeth Townbridge : 62

Serenade, A: By Colonel Eidolon : 167

“Smooth glides the Ship that sails the Sea :” By Wil-
First Love: By Elizabeth Townbridge : 35

liam E. Pabor : 294
First Love: By Ada Trevanion : 294

Soliloquy, The: By R. E. T.: 167

Song in Spring : By Frederick Napier Broome: 123
Hymn of an aged Pilgrim : By W. R.: 35

Spring-time: By R. M. M.: 235

Spring, The last : By Lily Shorthouse: 296
Ich Warte: By Ada M. Kennjcot : 34

Sunny Face, The: By Elizabeth Townbridge : 242
In the Watches of Night: By A. T.: 330

Sympathy : By R. E. Thackeray: 189

They say: 290
Lady Clare: By Ada Trevanion : 30

Treu und Fest: By Lily Shorthouse : 178
Leaf, A, from Lady Bett's Diary, 1712—and A Leaf

from the Diary of Lady Constance, 1868: By Wasted Warning, A : By Ada Trevanion : 69
R. E. Thackeray : 317

Wolves, The : 188

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"HEARTS WIN;" OR, MISS RUTHERFORD'S FORTUNE.

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CHAP, I.

Suppose," said George, with a slight (winkle in

suppose my plan were to marry an " It is all over with me! My brain is a ve- heiress?” ritable sucked sponge; there is not an Idea in it. “Psha !” I tell you what, George Burford, I'll go no “If I were not afraid of making you vain, I more to the opera. Instead of original inelodies, would say that I have seldom seen a bettersuch as I was wont to write, there comes to me looking fellow. Only for your romance and the refrain of an air in Martha,' or else Quixotism" the Shadow song, or a bit from the Rose of “Will you never have done taunting me, Castile.' How is a man to get on in such a George, because I once happened to give my case?"

opinion about heiress hunters ?” The speaker threw his arms over his head George Burford rose and stood on the hearthwith a sigb, and his companion, changing his rug in that favourite posture of an Englishman, posture slightly, took a cigar from his case, even when the grate is full of shavings, with bit off the end, and then answered coolly: his hands under his coat-tails. It seemed that

“I look upon that as the natural consequence his companion knew what this portended, for of an overtasked imagination. We composers he held up his hand deprecatingly. are sadly dependent":

'No lecture, Burford, for I won't stand it." “We composers !"

“Now listen to me, Sutton. I am older “Don't sneer, Harry Sutton. Of course I than you, and wiser--that of course. You go in for a composer, since I perpetrate pictures are clever enough, and some day may be which-ahem-speak of budding genius, while a great composer, who knows? But in the you set doggrel verses to infamous music - meantime you must live-a vulgar necessity I gently there."

grant, but still a necessity. This, then, is my For a large MS. packet suddenly descended plan for you. Devote a certain day per week to apon tlie arm of the oftender, followed by a pupils.” pen, & stamp case, and a music-book.

Harry covered his ears, with a hideous gri"I wonder what made us two agree to differ mace. in the same chambers-lodgings I mean - eh, “It is of no use to pull faces at me," con George?

tinued his friend. “Take away your hands “Natural affinity, I suppose," responded immediately and hear me out. The variety itGeorge; "or else the doctrine that extremes self would be good for you, and I know of meet may account for it. There never was a exactly the sort of pupils to suit you. A painter more contented creature than I am. My pic- is an animal tolerated ou some occasions in any tures bring in sufficient for my humble wants, society, and I have had the honour of an introno more. Your bravuras, glees, trios, &c. do ductiou to that august family, the Bellendens, not satisfy you; but then you have no of Bellenden Park, Blankshire. They are at patience"

present in town.” “Patience is an assinine quality.”

“The who?" *“ Hush! This habit of interrupting is “ The Bellendens. What are you looking so another sign of your unfortunately impetuous queer for? You don't know them, I believe. Sir temper. I was about to speak of a road to for- Miles, his lady mother, his younger brother-poor tune which I propose to open to you.”. beggar!--and his two sisters are at their house

Harry Sutton sprang up from bis chair with in square. The Misses Bellenden are in a bound that shook the room till the china want of music-lessons from a first-rate proshepherdesses on the mantelpiece chattered with fessor. I mention my friend, dubiously, as agitation.

though thinking it probable he is too proud “ What is it?" he asked.

and too great a man for it: they have seen There you are again! Upon my word some of his pieces'--fact, Harry-and snatch your amazing energy makes a fellow envious. lat him eagerly. All is arranged."

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“Nonsense!”

“Not to a father and mother, Harry. If “ Awaiting his consent. As to the fees-ob, there is any other trifle" by Jove, enough to make my pictures turn “George,” said the young musician, going yellow with envy! The young ladies are as up and putting a hand on his friend's arm, proud as-well, well, they are horribly proud, “Will you listen to me for a few minutes ?" stiff, and not beauties by any means; so you George nodded. won't be making an ass of yourself. Come, “May one smoke, Sutton ?" old fellow, the thing is done."

“Yes, yes. You remember when I was in Harry finished a figure of eight he was de Germany, two years ago ?” scribing on the carpet with his boot toe.

“Don't I? At least, I remember the beard “Can't you speak, Sutton?"

you brought back, and the long curls - ah !” “Is not Sir Miles married ?"

“Very well. You know that I went alone, “Married! no, certainly not, unless he keeps and that I was detained on my way by an his wife in a remote closet well?”.

accident. Imagine all the details of the acci“I'll do it."

dent related, and behold me, after all sorts of “Good. Take off that beast of a dressing - hardships, taken in by the inhabitants of a fine, gown, and put on your coat. We will go at but rather ruinous old château in a certain deonce.

partement of France. I will make my tale as Harry went to the door, and took two steps short as possible, George. The family conback again. His face was very pale.

sisted of a middle-aged gentleman, his young “George Burford,” he said, " you don't daughter, a housekeeper, and servants. The quite know what you are doing. You mean gentleman was English, and his name Rutherwell and kindly, and if mischief comes of this ford" I hold you blameless, but never say I sought it . Any relation to the-->"; out myself.”

“Don't stop me, you will hear who he was. “He's mad,” ejaculated George, staring Of course he welcomed his countryman, but at the ceiling. “Quite mad. I believe all more than that, he took an especial fancy to these musical geniuses are, more or less. me, and when I got well, instead of going on to Very well, Harry; never say you sought it out Bonn, 1 lingered at the château. It was a - that's all, is it?' Now go and put your coat dangerous experiment and I knew it, for, as

you will easily guess, Mr. Rutherford was not my attraction, though I liked him well enough. At first he used to go with us for short walks

in the neighbourhood, as my injured foot would CHAP. II.

bear them; but he was a great bookworm, and

very soon his daughter Marie was my oply George Burford was busily engaged upon a companion. Think of that, George! One picture which he meant to call “The Remorse evening-I shall never forget it-she had taken of Virginius." He had just put the finishing me to see the sun go down into the sea from touch to the nose of the stern Roman, and was a certain famous rock. The walk was a long leaning back in artist fashion to survey the one and my ankle not yet strong. When she effect, when the door opened noisily and Harry saw my weariness and pain she insisted on Sutton rushed in.

rolling up her own cloak and making me use it “Burford,” he said, going up to him, “put as a footstool. I don't know how any other man away that brush.”

might have felt, watching her do this : the sun “Cool, I must say,” retorted George, twirling was setting red and glorious, it sent a halo upon the pallet on bis thumb. “Anything else ?' the brown hair under her hat, it shone upon “I am in earnest, indeed I am."

her face as she looked up at me with a smile “Well, I should say you were. You do not and asked was that better, was I easier? look like a man in a jesting humour. Say on, “I bil my lips, George, and ruled my tongue, I am listening.”

but what man can govern the expression of his “ What am I, George !"

face? We were silent afrer that; she sat on the “Why really," said George, staring at him, rock still, but very quiet and thoughtful. I did not “ unless you mean me to answer a madman, I dare to trust my voice, but I would have borne cannot say.

all the pain, aye, double and treble the pain I “Don't trifle with me. I want to know who suffered in walking home, for the touch of that I am.

tremulous little hand on my arm, as it was then. “Oh, if it's a case of 'Had she a father, had And yet I did not speak my thougbts.” she a mother? Who was her sister, who was “She knew them, I suppose?" her brother d' upon my word, my dear fellow, I “I don't know, I have never known; but she know no more than the man in the moon. We was very young. When we reached the gardenmet. You were attracted to me naturally. gate Mr. Rutherford met us. I don't know I took pity upon you, and rewarded you with what he saw or thought, but he looked at me my friendship. I never asked you about your and stopped_abruptly; then he looked at his ancestry, and you did not tell me of them.” daughter earnestly, and finally gave her some

was pacing the room restlessly, errand which took her into the house, while he you cannot help met

remained with me."

" Let us

“The air is still pleasant,” he said.

scription, in a remote little inn somewhere go to the seat under those trees."

amongst the Cumberland lakes. 'My daughter "I followed him like some one in a dream, will be a heiress.' for my heart and brain had wandered after My eyes wandered involuntarily to the winMarie, and her face, with the golden radiance dow, where a fair head was bent down over on it was still before my eyes.".

some work; but I thought that Marie, even "How sad it is to think,” said my com- then, was watching us furtively. Mr. Rutherpanion, musingly, “that when the head is full ford saw my glance. of a lifetime of experience, and wiser than it "“Yes,' he said, she is beautiful; is she erer was before, that the limbs begin to fail, not? And good, too; but proud. We Rutherand the wisdom to be almost useless.”

fords are all proud. My daughter will wear a I did not answer, except by an unmeaning title well. She is betrothed to Sir Miles Belsort of gesture.

lenden. Bellenden-park joins Rutherford, and "And the knowledge of present wisdom adds though the baronet's estate may be somewhat a donble sting to the remembrance of past folly. impoverished, he is a prudent man, and my Mr. Sutton, I once narrowly escaped having daughter will be rich. Yes, we are a proud the mark of Cain set on my forehead.”

race. I started, and looked at him.

“There, George,” concluded Sutton. Of Yes,” he said, answering the look, “I course I knew by that time why he had told raised my hand against my eldest brother-Ime all this rigmarole. And now, don't laugh had but one. I wish to tell you about it. You at me, but help me, there's a good fellow." know that my property is in England ?”

“I don't see how, yet. What did you

do ?” "No, I did not."

“I went away, of course, the next morning. " Yet the name is not common. I am a I never saw her again except in her father's Rutherford, of Rutherford. The folly I speak presence, and I scarcely dared to look at her. of was caused by an agent which brings about Now you will see that I can give no more more trouble and more happiness than any | lessons in Square." other in the world—you understand what I “But, my dear fellow, I don't see. Why mean. The lady was the daughter of a poor not?” curate. We both loved her, but I never told Harry looked at him for a moment, angrily; her so. I dreamed and hoped and wrote son- then, recollecting himself, he said: "I forgot i Dets, while my brother acted.

I didn't tell you the end! My lady Bellenden "Now, my father was proud—all the Ruther has a new charge. Marie Rutherford is there, fords are proud and ambitious. He had fixed George." upon a wife for his son-a rich one, of course; “ Did you see her?” but Harry (that was my brother's name), abso- “Yes, I did; but she did not see me. I saw lutely refused to bind himself by any promise. a little figure, all black but for the beautiSoon after that the truth came out. By mere ful head I remembered so well. If I had chance I witnessed an interview between Harry waited a moinent she might have turned and and the woman I loved. I waited until her seen me, and then. But I rushed away, with figure had disappeared amongst the trees, and my brain in a whirl. Do you wonder at me, then I sprang upon my brother. In my madness George ?" I believe I should have killed him, for he was “No, it was quite right-honourable. But quite unprepared, but a strong arm came be- why were you in such a fever to discover what tween us suddenly, and my father's voice you never cared about before-I mean parentcalled upou me to desist and explain.

"I cried out that my brother was a false Some frantic idea that I might be her coward, that he had insulted a lady who equal, I suppose. Never mind it now; if I

" There my brother stopped me imperiously, were ever so noble or rich, it would not alter and crossing his arms with his head bent down matters. Of course she loves the man who is upon them, he said, turning to my father, to be her husband.”

"'The lady he speaks of is my wife, sir.' Of course it is best for you to think so." "When my father knew all, he swore a fierce “I shall write to Cecil Bellenden. He is a path to disinherit Harry, and make me good sort of fellow enough. There are lots of bis heir.

He bade Harry go, and excuses for a mad musico like me to pick up, come into his presence again. What a thing and they will be out of town soon.” pride is, Sutton! He never fulfilled that vow, “What did you think of Sir Miles? I don't and, on his death-bed, he would have given admire him myself; but a good many do.” vorlds for a touch of his son's hand or a word from his lips. No one knew anything about

Harry set his teeth hard, and clenched his

fist. him. Every effort was made, but he must have assumed a false name, for we failed to trace “Do you want to drive me crazy, George?" him farther than a little village not far from “One word inore,” said George, meditatively : Rutherford.

“I don't exactly see why your friend Ruther"All my efforts, after the death of my father, ford should have buried himself alive in a could do nothing beyond ascertaining the death rotten old French château, and left his English of a person answering to my brother's de estate untenanted."

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“Old associations I suppose. He never for- engage a man like that passes my limited comgave kimself for having struck his brother." prehension."

“Umph! Well, write your letter. I'll think Marie's attitude changed for a moment as over the story wbile you do it.”

Cecil spoke; but she soon sank back again, listlessly; and Miss Bellenden ceased her dignified wrangling with her sister, and condescended

to inquire what Mr. Sutton had to say to Cecil. Chap. III.

"I don't know what you have done to him,"

replied her brother ; “he is rather incoherent My lady Bellenden sat, stiff and upright, in about it. Circumstances have occurred which her easy-chair, with a mass of knitting on her render it imperative that he should give up his lap, and her head shaking as she plied the engagement at once. He regrets the necessity, needles monotonously. Sir Miles, her son, and hopes it will cause you no inconvenience.” pored over the columns of a newspaper ; while “But it will,” exclaimed Miss Bellenden; his sisters were going through a course of the very greatest inconvenience. I don't bemutual recrimination over a difficult duet. lieve there is another man anywhere who will

“But, Miles," began her ladyship, going understand my register so well.” back to a previous conversation, “of course I “And he is so nice," added Georgina. “Not am very glad to have her here, poor thing. I that that matters much, only one hates to have only wanted you to understand

ugly disagreeable people about one, even if they "I thought that was all settled,” said the are only professors." baronet, calmly.

Cecil Bellenden laughed. “I should have “Of course you know best; and for the liked Harry Sutton to hear that speech, Georgie ; present it is all very well! But you see she is I fancy he would not have come here again in a an heiress, while your sisters' fortunes are so hurry.” small comparatively-indeed Augusta says" “Then he may stay away,” said Sir Miles,

"My sister's remarks can make no difference looking up from his paper. "I always thought to me,

” said Sir Miles. “As you justly ob- him a conceited puppy. You can look out serve, Marie Rutherford is an heiress, and for for another master I suppose, Augusta, if you that very reason, coupled with her extreme want one." youth and-simplicity, I do not choose that she “I shall do no such thing," retorted Miss should have liberty to select her own acquaint- Bellenden. “It is nothing to you, Miles. You ances, much less set up an establishment and a don't pay for our lessons, therefore I think we duenna at Rutherford. It would be most dan- may be allowed to choose our own master." gerous.

I wish her to remain under your The paper rustled under the hand of Sir protection and-my own eye. As for my sis. Miles, and an angry reply rose to his lips; but ters

bis eye suddenly fell on Marie, and he checked "Pray don't put yourself out of the way for it. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes us," interrupted Miss Bellenden, haughtily: shining, and there was a look of eager attention

your ward, or your betrothed, or whatever about her which he had not seen before since you like to call her, does not inconvenience us her arrival. in the least.”

The baronet suffered a smile to steal over his As this speech ended, the subject of it entered thin lips. He would have gone to sit beside the room, noiselessly—a downcast, timid figure. her, but the article he was reading had great The sisters returned to their music, Sir Miles to interest for him; so he only said, “England his paper, and my lady to the fabrication of her has done you good already, Marie. You have woollen couvrette, while Marie Rutherford sat quite a colour this evening,” and went back to alone on a couch in the shadiest corner. Look- the closely-printed columns. ing at Sir Miles, you would rather have taken “Come out of that corner, Miss Rutherford,” him for her father than her affianced husband. said Cecil; "you look as if you would have Sir Miles was a little bald, and wore spectacles. nothing to do with us. You play, do you not?He looked older than he really was, while the But Marie clung to her obscurity. She had stranger in that dim corner seemed to be never played or sung since her father's death. scarcely past childhood.

“Don't you?" repeated Cecil. Drearily she sat there, doing nothing. Her “A little, sometimes. But not now, please." thoughts were back in the old château. If they “I am at a loss to know what Marie does wandered now and then to a darkened chamber, like,” remarked Augusta, in her cold tones. “I to the sharp outlines of a dead face to which her fear we must be very stupid, since nothing we own had been pressed with passionate kisses, to can mention seems to interest her.” a quiet grave with the turf growing over it, no

no C. That's too bad," said Georgie, goodone seemed to notice her, or to care whether she naturedly. “She will like our pursuits by-andwere sad or happy.

bye. Won't you, Miss Rutherford?” “Is Augusta here?” asked Cecil Bellenden, At another time Marie would have responded peeping in. “Oh, Augusta, I have bad a nole gratefully to such a speech, but now she did not from Sutton. It concerns you and Georgina even hear it. Her attention was fixed on Cecil, more than me, though how you can afford to and what he had been saying ; and she ventured

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