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"Your n's you should have said, Watson.” was extinguished, and they were left in dark
" It's all one. Wait half an hour, and see ness. He had forgotten the position of the what they'll say to that. They know I mean plank which formed the only connection besomething when I blow them up."
tween the boat and the wharf, and it was vain In due time the bell tinkled, and the answer to endeavor to find it by groping in the blank
Watson read it off word by word: darkness among the boxes and bales with which ***B. and W. came down on the Fox last the boat was encumbered. For two hours he night. Both died this morning. Dispatch cor- remained in the dark with his suffering friend, rect. Mrs. Walters came down on the Forest listening to his groans, and the piercing cries City this afternoon.'”
with which he called for his absent wife. As
soon as the earliest dawn enabled him to find When the Forest City reached Memphis his way he set out in search of aid. Marston saw an acquaintance on the wharf. "The physician reached the boat almost as
“Wilson, how are you? Did you see the soon as we did. It was still early morning, Fox?"
and the daylight, mingled with that from the “Yes. Burton and Walters—"
lamp, which we had lighted again, shone ghast“I know they were on board. They are to ly upon the hollow face of the sufferer. The stop a day or two in Memphis. Do you know first glance which the medical man caught of where they are ? Mrs. Walters is with me. poor Walters was enough. We've come after them. It's a singular story. "It's the cholera,' he whispered, hoarsely. I'll tell you some time."
He is in the last stages of collapse. He can “Mr. Marston, they are dead."
not live half an hour.' “Dead! You are jesting. We heard of “Still we did all that could be done, in the them at Cairo two days ago. They were in faint hope that the progress of the disease might perfect health."
be arrested. We chafed his cold limbs, and 6. Would to God I were jesting! But it is administered the most powerful stimulants. I too true. The Fox came in late last evening. once happened to look on Burton's face, and Burton and Walters came at once to my store- was shocked at its aspect. He said, however, boat, which lies off the wharf. My partner has in answer to my inquiry, that he was well; but been absent for a week, during which time I he looked twenty years older than he had done have not slept at home. "Come boys,' said I, the evening before. 'you do not want to go up to the town to-night; "You can do nothing more, Mr. Burton,' turn in here, and keep boat for me, and I'll go said the Doctor. *He can not hold out a quarhome.' Just as I was about to bid them good- ter of an hour. Lie down for a few minutes. night, Walters said that he felt a little out of We will call you when all is over.' sorts, and asked for a glass of brandy.
“I dragged him to the door of the adjoining “There! I'm all right now,' said he, when cabin, and heard him fling himself heavily into ke had drunk it. "Go home to your wife. Bur- a berth. In a few minutes a terrible paroxysm ton and I will keep boat for you.'
convulsed the frame of poor Walters. “Just as day was breaking I was aroused by “It's the last,' whispered the Doctor. a violent ringing at my door. Going down, I “He opened his eyes wide, looked eagerly found Burton in a state of high excitement, around, and cried out, "Mary! Mary!' in a tone amounting almost to frenzy.
which still rings in my ears. It was the last " • Walters is terribly sick,' said he.
I effort of nature. His eyes closed, his jaw fell, was afraid he would die in the night. Where his convulsed limbs straightened themselves. shall I find a physician? Come down to the He was dead. At that moment I heard the boat.'
clock strike six. “Leaving an urgent summons for a physician Poor Burton,' said the Doctor. who lived close by, we hurried down. On the must be told,' and he stepped into the next way Burton told me, as well as he could, what cabin. In a moment I heard a great cry. had happened. They had retirod shortly after "Good Heavens! Burton is dead, too!' I had left. Walters had complained of a slight “I rushed in, and there, lying upon his face uneasiness, but said a night's rest would put him in the berth where he had flung himself, was all right again. Just at two o'clock Burton was Burton, lifeless. He must have died at the very awakened by hearing his companion calling same instant with his friend."
Mary! Mary!' in a tone of anguish. He was “How shall I break the tidings to Mrs. sure of the hour, for he heard the clocks strike Walters ?” said Marston to himself, as he reat the moment. The sufferer grew momently turned to the Forest City. "Poor woman! It worse. His agonies were intolerable, and at will kill her.” His heart failed him as he stepped intervals he called despairingly upon his wife. on board. “I can not do it." Burton knew not what to do. He would have Mary met him as he entered the cabin. gone for a physician, but he knew not where to “Mr. Marston," said she, calmly, “there seek one; besides, Walters implored him not to is no use of attempting to disguise the truth. leave him. At length he could bear it no lon- You need not attempt to soften the blow. I ger, and was on the point of going in search of can read it all in your face. But that was not a physician, when, by some accident, the lamp I needed. I know that they are dead. Tell me
how they died. I can bear it. The bitterness to travel, and in that time she learned to love of death was passed a week ago."
her hostess deeply; one thing puzzled her, that And bear it she did, bravely and nobly, as this woman, evidently a widow, never made a woman always bears a great woe ... any allusion to her husband, or his death;
I started with giving my general theory about there were two others only in the family, her omens, presentiments, and spiritual manifesta- mother, Madame Thuriot, a weak, listless, petutions. Here are the facts, which I can not lant old woman, and an old French physician, reconcile with my theory. For their perfect called Dr. Bellanger. accuracy I vouch. I still hold to my theory. If Marion Butler learned to love Mrs. Thorne, But I can not reconcile them.
her brother, Mr. Rutledge, was unfortunate
enough to learn the same lesson; and when, ALIX THURIOT THORNE.
after a parting painful to all from excess of "Our life is March weather, savage and serene in one gratitude and feeling on one side, and regretful hour."--EMERBOX.
affection on the other, he reached his Southern THERE was a sudden stir and commotion, home safely with his sister, his first impulse was
cially unusual at the early hour of nine on a which she answered with a calm, hopeless re-
“NEW YORK, April 30, 185 through the valved door of a house open to re “Dear MARION, -Your letter pained me ceive her, on which door, as it swung to, out- very much, even more than your brother's, besiders read only the name “ Thorne.”
cause I thought I could retain your affection, Mrs. Butler, whose fall from her restive horse though I must not receive his, and I have not created this scene and confusion, was a South- so many friends that I can afford to lose one. erner and a widow, visiting the North for her "Perhaps it would be better and easier for health with her brother as escort. Riding after me to tell you only one fact of my personal histheir fashion at that hour, her horse had taken tory, which would convince you at once and fright, throwing her headlong to the ground, finally that I can not marry Mr. Rutledge; but and she had been immediately taken into that I think your kind heart and expressed affection house so near by the wish and urgency of its for me deserve to know more. My life is a owner, who established her in a cheerful and strange, sad story. I never speak of it, as you luxurious room, and while the surgeons were noticed, but it will set me back again in your sent for, removed her soiled and bloody dress, affection and sympathy to know what that life bathed her unmoving face, and listened care- has been; and I can not deny to myself that I fully to the faint pulsations of her heart. Med-seek a certain relief in recalling the past where ical skill did its utmost, but Mrs. Butler was I can do it calmly, to you, who will understand fearfully injured; and the needful pain that the and feel it. I request you to give Mr. Rutledge surgeons gave in setting her broken limbs threw the manuscript when you have read it; he will her from one swoon into another, so that it was feel then that there are sorrows greater than his hours before she became thoroughly conscious; present discontent, and in his pity for me will and when she opened her eyes to see what and recall the love I can never return and be my where she was, they met a sweet if strange true friend, I am sure; and now, after so much vision—the figure of a woman bending over her, prelude, let me begin at once. no longer young but very lovely, clothed in a “My father was a French merchant, the son conventual dress of gray, and having for her of an emigré from the Revolution; he was in sole ornament a heary gold rosary and crucifix. good business, continually increasing in wealth, Dark hair, threaded here and there with a gleam and had married my mother, a belle of the 'upof silver; deep, dark eyes, at once tender and town' circles, for love only, for she had neither melancholy; marked and expressive features; wealth nor expectations, and was an orphan. a steady, pensive mouth; a broad brow; a fig- I had one brother, older than myself, named ure graceful from its unconsciousness; all these, Francis, and Dr. Bellanger, whom you have informed with the vivid expressions of an ardent seen, was our godfather. He too, was a Frenchand pure soul, made Alix Thorne lovely. man, had known my father from childhood, like:
Mrs. Butler's injuries were so severe that the him was the son of an emigrant, but was widwhole winter passed away before she was able lowed, chi and poor; poor from choice,
for he would only practice among the destitute | the body, and then I went back to my mother, and foreigners, nor would he live with us who by this time in violent hysterics, which I alone would gladly have given him a home, but pre- could control, or in the least soothe. ferred to be the friend of the house, and to live “Francis sat where I left him. Poor boy! I an apostle's life beyond it, under this exterior have thought of it often since; what an hour was of a poor, garrulous old Frenchman. God bless that, alone in the darkened room, with his selfhim! he has been the most patient and faithful murdered father, watching that spying streak of friend to us.
light traverse inch by inch the dishonored head, “My life passed like that of other girls till the relaxed limbs, the red stains and pools of I was eighteen, nor did it differ much then, blood, and the instrument of death grasped in for I came out into society, ran the round of his stiff and bloody hand; fearful points for balls, parties, and beaux ; lovers I had, but I that slow index to rest upon ! fearful vigil for learned early to know why they loved me-how a reckless boy of twenty-two to keep! little Alix Thuriot concerned them, how much “It seemed a whole day's length before Dr. her father's wealth. I think the proud and free Bellanger came and released my brother, sendspirit of my Breton grandmother, whose name ing him away to his room, where a potent sleepI bore, must have inspired me-I grew so soon ing draught wrapped him for the time in rest able to detect and despise this worthless devo- and peace. Then my mother was cared for and tion, this flattery so idle and false.
quieted with all his skill, and when he left her “So affairs went on till I was twenty. One tranquil, with me beside her, then came the October night I had been to a large dinner- horrible sequence of such a deed; heavy steps party, and from thence to a ball. I had danced of men upon the stairs, low voices of dread and late, and reaching home went at once to my awe in his room, the judicial process, the verroom, and slept, oh! how heavily, for sud- dict that I saw long after in an old paper, caredenly the sleep was broken as if by a sharp fully banished then, setting forth, with those shudder, and before I was awake I found my- used and wonted phrases that coldly vail mortal self standing upright on the floor, shivering with anguish and eternal despair as the locked icc an undefined sense of horror and dread. A of a pool holds and vails a dead body, that door swung to, somewhere in the hall beneath, Emile Thuriot, merchant, had comitted felo-deand startled me into life. I thrust my feet into se on the morning of October 6, 184-, cause shoes, and ran with uncertain speed down the supposed to be the newly discovered defalcation stair-case to my mother's room; the door was of his head clerk, who had quitted the country ajar and I opened it-my veins curdle now with the greater part of the property of the oh, God! what a sight was there! just before firm in his hands, a week before date. That, the closed window lay my father on the floor, indeed, was true; my father's confidential agent, one keen ray of sunshine pierced a crack in the on the eve of some great speculation that risked shutter, touched his gray head, leaped thence much, but promised more, had collected all the to his shoulder, but in the shadow between resources of the firm, and sailed for Europe, lurked a fearful witness, the strong cords of his guarding his escape with the pretense of illness, bare throat, the gashed linen that bound it, all and the shock falling suddenly upon my father's steeped, dabbled, scarlet with blood. My moth-excited and over-wrought brain, destroyed his er lay before me, nearer the door, a formless courage and his self-respect, and hurried him to lieap of drapery; she had risen at her usual this hopeless suicidal end. hour, come upon my father, shrieked and swoon “ Dr. Bellanger was at that hour every thing ed; it was her shriek woke me. Against the to us that man could be ; he alone acted the bed's foot leaned my brother, with hands clench- friendly part of mourner at my father's lonely ed together, and eyes set in a hopeless stare. funeral, he arranged his business affairs, and
“I lifted my mother like a baby, took her gathered from the wreck whatever was justly into the dressing-room, rang for the house the due of his fatherless and widowed charge. keeper, and giving her charge to use every res- Now came the test of our dear professing torative as she best knew how, I returned to friends; the trial of the metal that was minted the bedroom, where already the servants had for gold, and all! all, rang false. Not one of gathered about the door with dismayed looks the hundred visitors we numbered on our list and furtive glances at the terrible shape of came near the house so plague-stricken, and a death. I could not feel sure that it was death. bitterness that adds wormwood to gall smote I went to my father, and kneeling by him lifted upon our wounds and made them cringe while up his hand : it was cold and heavy as marble ; yet they bled. I do not now blame those peoit fell back of itself. I think Francis was roused ple, Marion, for the garments of grief are sackby seeing me there; for now he came, and cloth and ashes, the very livery of leprosy, and stooping, raised the head. Ah, miserable dis- the children of this world are wise to avoid even covery!--in the red right hand there lay the seeming contagion; but I was young then, full old story of despair, of suicide an open razor, of hope, buoyancy, generous impulses, and I clotted with the blood that stained us both, and despised, when I should have pitied, the weakwith indelible stains. I rose up, for I was rigid ness of undisciplined natures and narrow minds. with anguish. I sent directly for Dr. Bellan “Here, again, the goodness of Dr. Bellanger ger, telling the servants by no means to disturb rescued me from a sort of moral infidelity. I
could not despair of the race that produced, I poor; every thing else he did-invested our even in my little sphere, one man so good, so money safely and profitably, so that there was constant, so unselfish; for then I did not recog- always a pittance to depend on, and then huntnize that undefiled religious principle which ed out and hired for us a tenement in a quiet was his rule and guide, and which alone is safe and obscure neighborhood, three little rooms to trust in any man.
that occupied the second floor of a house whose " After all our affairs were arranged, there kindly German owner kept a tiny shop for emremained to support us three only two thousand broideries below, and housed her three growndollars; and the evident necessity that some- up girls and her old husband in the story above thing should be done to increase this small us. I could not afford a servant, Marion; you stipend roused Francis to most unusual exer- will think it an incomprehensible poverty for a tion, and dispelled greatly his apathetic grief. lady to endure, but I was a woman as well as a He searched faithfully every where for employ- | lady, and my feminine instincts gave me keen ment, but he had been a spoiled child always, pleasure in keeping my small domains clean and and with almost unlimited command of time bright as a Dutch kitchen, arranging my tiny and money had led too gay and reckless a life parlor with such taste as poor materials afforded to achieve, even in his present need, the confi- scope for, and serving our meals as scrupulously dence of any business man, or to satisfy their as they had ever been at home, though many a requirements as a clerk, so little did he know of day we dined on nothing more savory than the simplest business routines or practices. At potatoes and tea, having breakfasted on bread length, harassed with useless attempts, and mor- and coffee. tified with repeated disappointments, too help "Once established and accustomed to the less physically for hard labor, and too proud to routine, I applied myself to copying, which Dr. do little things, he fell in with a man whom Bellanger procured for me, and as I wrote a he had once met in the capacity of mate to a clear firm hand, singularly unfeminine, I had vessel in which my brother crossed the Atlan- soon all I could do, all I needed to support my tic, but who was now on his way to Califor- mother who helped me from time to time with nia, where the gold mines were just discover the exquisite embroideries that her conventual ed. His stories of that fabulous and splen- education had made easy and pleasant to her, did wealth that lay waiting to be gathered en even as a labor. So we lived for two years, inchanted Francis at once, while a subtler spell deed nearly three, receiving rarely any remitinsensibly strengthened his wish to go, the fas- tance from Francis—in the course of that time cination ever hanging over a new land, with only two hundred and fifty dollars. He wrote new names, and new associations; the seeming jord that he had made a good deal of money, approach to the beginning of another life ; a but the expenses of living swallowed it up so fair if treacherous hope that change so entire rapidly that he could not save for us as he would externally will change the purposes and traits like. We rarely heard from him but wrote of the soul, and recreate from habits of indo-often, and when I grew weary of drudgery, as lence, luxury, and vice, the active, frugal, self-I sometimes did, and felt almost despairing of relying virtues of a successful man. I could my powers to meet the life before me, I thought not believe in this course, I knew my brother's of Francis, and remembered that I had a brothnature too well; but it seemed his only pros- er; it helped me very much, how much I did pect of occupation, and to do something, if it not know till afterward. be only the preparation for labor, is better than “One May day, in the third spring, I was any idlesse ; so I packed his trunk, bade him sitting alone at my work, mother had lain down, good-by, and saw his fair waving hair glitter and through the gay, flowering plants that vailed in the sun, as he waved his hat from the deck one of my two south windows stole in the flutof the Argo, thinking in my secret heart that I tering sea-breeze that tempers even the summer might never see those locks again ; but we had heats of New York. I was both languid and done what seemed right, and the results were sad, with no definable reason but fatigue, and not for our care.
had ceased for a moment to write when I heard “I heard afterward from some fellow-voy- steps unfamiliar, slow, and irresolute ascending ager, that the brig had a long passage, and on the stair-case; that inexplicable presentiment the way out my brother, with the proverbial of ill that prepares us for its presence overtook irritability engendered by a long voyage, had me almost as a certainty, nor did it vanish mortally insulted a man named Essinger; but when the steps ceased at our door, and a knock, as he wrote us from San Francisco that he had hesitating and timid, announced-as I saw when taken a man of that name into partnership, and I turned the handle--Dr. Bellanger. Instantly, was about leaving for the diggings in his com- with a peculiar intuition that is a painful trait pany, I supposed they must have become friend-in me, I knew his errand. I felt my face grow ly again, and thought no more for many long rigid, and my tongue begin to fail with dryness, months of the story that had reached me. but I said, quite calmly, ‘Francis is dead,' for
“ After Francis left us, there was of course I knew it. Poor Dr. Bellanger! I had saved an urgent necessity that I too should work. him from his dreaded announcement, but beDr. Bellanger would gladly have given both my fore I dared to tell my mother I asked for more mother and myself a home, but he was too information, and he handed me a letter which
I copy in word and letter, and which contained and the next year, till in the second autumn all we knew or could discover of my brother's October came cool, fresh, and brilliant, bringing fate, for no answer ever was given to all the even to me a quicker breath of life, a little inquiries we directed to his partner, or to the tonic both to body and soul. One day on his writer of this first and only news we received, daily visit, Dr. Bellanger told my mother that both having left the diggings, as we afterward he had met at the counting-house of a French knew. The letter was ill-spelled, worse written, merchant, a friend of his, a Mr. Henry, who and contained in a dirty paper an ounce of gold had been in California, made an immense fordust, and a card on which was written
tune there, and had known my brother; though, "If I am wounded, write to Dr. F. Bellanger, New having left Carter's Gulch in March, he could York.--F. T.'
not tell us more than we knew of the duel and “ Francis had not thought of death!
its results. Dr. Bellanger added that Mr. “The writing of the letter ran thus: Henry would like to see my mother, if it would
«CARTUR'S Gulch, KALIFORNY, march 10. afford her any pleasure to hear what he had to "docter Belanger-Francis thewrie was killed in a dewel hear yesterday, he was shott threw the hart— tell, and it would certainly be agreeable to him harry Thorn don it, i soled his Thinges in the hutt for to visit us, as he was a perfect stranger in New an ownse of Dust which i send yew, he is berried awl base York, having brought letters only to his business in The gulch.
acquaintances, and being there merely for the “Marion, he was my brother! If I had not purpose of investing his wealth. My mother loved and respected him as some women do caught eagerly at the idea of any thing like their brothers, he was still mine, bound to me society, from which she had been so long exby the only sure tie, the link of blood. I might cluded, and our friend promised to bring Mr. have friends; I might love-but of my own Henry the next evening, and at the hour he will; God had made him my brother, and the knew was most convenient they came. immortal bond vindicated itself in the bitterness “I can not tell you now, Marion, what our of an irremediable loss. No other could fill his new acquaintance was like. I knew him afterplace, no other had the same right or will to ward so well that his individual self has in my protect me. Heaven help the woman who has memory absorbed his human likeness; it is one no brothers! Neither love nor law supply that of my strange idiosyncrasies that I never can want, and I was all alone except my mother, recall the face of any one I have intimately and I had yet to tell her. Oh! if it is bitter to known, while I could paint the picturesque see death, to watch the cold gray shadow blot child that passed me in the street yesterday, out passion, intelligence, almost identity from or the old man that sat opposite me in the the eye and sweep away sympathy, feeling, and ferry-boat six weeks ago, from memory alone. consciousness from the relaxing lip, at length I suppose it is that the soul outshines and transleaving to the mad clasp of anguish a fearful fuses its garment so that the fashions of it are mould of clay alone; it is far bitterer, far more invisible, or it is as when we draw close to a awful to go out from the dead and tell the face we love, too close to do more than feel its living they are gone: to meet the incredulous loveliness. eye that accuses you of mockery, because it “I know that I thought Xavier Henry a gendare not believe your words; to see the flying tleman, from his quiet manner and perfect ease, horror of conviction distort each feature of the and that I discovered him to be handsome sudface that would, yet can not, deny the horrible denly, when I first saw the very settled gravity certainty, cringing in every nerve, and curdling of his face give way to a smile that was genuine in every vein; till you stand helpless and hope- heat-lightning, vivid, brilliant, and still. Of less before it, as if you yourself had wrecked course on that first evening nothing was said of the soul you would die to comfort, and in all Francis. I sat quiet, in my corner, glad to be the reeling world there is but one stay—the saved the effort of speech, and even against my blind, instinctive consciousness of God, some- listlessness amused and pleased by Mr. Henry's where--surely somewhere! though it be not graphic descriptions and furtive but keen huhere. This was my task, but perhaps it was mor. well for me that my mother, never very strong “Mother asked him to come again, and a or self-controlled, fell into the same hysteric certain pleasure seemed to tinge his cheek as fits that attacked her on my father's death, and he accepted her invitation. I thought he was for many hours Dr. Bellanger and I had full lonely probably. He did come again, and spoke occupation for both our thoughts and hands in of Francis with gentleness and sympathy in every restoring her so far as we could to quiet. I tone; he had not much to tell us, but it was no will not carry you with me through the follow- slight consolation to hear from him that Francis ing days and months, monotonous with sorrow had fought this Harry Thorne in a paroxysm of and labor, for now I felt a certain hurry to partial derangement to which he was subject work, as if I had just come to know that neither always, since a violent sun-stroke had nearly health nor strength would always serve me, and cost him his life, in the preceding summer. I that I must endeavor by heavier tasks to lay up was glad to know that my brother had not dea little sum against the coming of eyil days. liberately faced and sped his death in cold blood. Nothing from without occurred to break the After this, Mr. Henry came still again; my steady routine through all that long summer mother liked him, nor could I, though I guard