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“ Heavens !” cried Langhetti, in bewilder- ment. “ What is the meaning of this 1’ But take me to her room. Let me see with my owgeypa.” " No, sirâ€"not at ali ; and as I was saying, I satth nearlyrallAnigyt." V u. was two o’clock in the afternoon befon he reached her lodgings. On going up hf rapped. A servant came, and on seeing hinr. looked frightened. “ Is Miss Despn'rd in 2” The servant said nothing, but ran 013‘. L311 ghenti stood waiting in surprise ; but in a short time the landlady came. She had a troubled look, and did not even return his Ialntation. “ 1s Miss Despard in 7” H She is not here, sir.” “ Not here ! " “ No. 811'. I’m irightened. There was a man here early this morning. too.” “ A man here. What for ?” " Why, to ask after her.” “ And did he see her ‘1’" " She wasn’t here.” " Wasn’t herel What do you mean "I" “ She didn’t come home at all last; night. I waited up for her till tour." “ Didn’t some home !" cried Lavghetti, as an awful fear came over him. “ No, sir.” " Do you mean to tell me that she didn’t come home at her usual hour ?" Wish inch plans and purposes‘Langhettn went to visit Beatrice, wondering how 511‘ Would receive the intctligence of his new pur He saw that for the present everything would have to give way to this. He deter- mined at once to suspend the representation of the “ Prometheus,” even though it was at the height of its popularity and in the ful tide of its success. He determined to send Beatrice under his sister’s care. and to devote himself now altogether to the pursuit oi Gigolo, even if he had to follow him to the world’s end. The search after him might n01 be long after all, for Uavallo felt sanguine oi speedy success, and assured him that the traitor was in his power, and that the Carbon an in London were sufficiently numerous to seize hlm and send him to whatever punish~ ment might be deemed most fitting. This letter had excited afresh within his ardent and impetuous nature all the rememâ€" branoes of early wrongs. Gentle though he was, and pure in heart, and elevated in all hi1~ aspirations, he yet was in all respects a true child of the South, and his passionate nature was roused to a storm by this prospect of ju t retaliation. All the lofty doctrines with which he might console others were of no avail here in giving him calm. He had nevet voluntarily pursued Uigole ; but now, EiDCr this Villain had been presented to him. he could not turn aside from what he considered the holy duty of avenging a father’s wrongs. Cavallo himself had known Gigolo for years. but had no idea Whatever of his early career. Gigolo had no suspicion that Cavallo had anything to do wish the Carbonari. His firm were general agents, who did business of a. miscellaneous character, now commis nion, now banking. and now ahinpinsz; mm in various ways they had had dealings with this man.and kepi up an irregular correspond- ence with him. “ You will write as I told you, and let me know ‘2” “ Most faithfully.” Lnnghelti departed, satisfied with the result of this interview. Whas surprised him most was the letter. The writer must have been one who had been acquainted with his past life. He was amazed to find any one de- nouncing Cigole to him, but finally concluded that it muse be some old Carbonara‘ exiled through the afflictions which had befallen that Iainoua society, and cheriuhing in his exile the bitter resentment which only exiles can feel. Th6 landlady led the way up, and Langhetti "’l‘here is some life in us yet. and what life we have left shall be spent in trapping that misoreant. Italy shall be avenged on one of her traitors, at any rate.” “ l dld not know,” said he, in a. low voice, “that any of the Interior Council came to London. But come in here,” and he led the way imo the inner room, the door of which he lockqd very mysteriously. Along c-oulérence followed, the details of which would only be tedious. At the close Gavallo said, Langhetti made a peculiar motion with his leit arm. The keen eye of the other noticed it in an instant. He returned a gesture of a. similar chur- aoter. Langheni and he then exchanged some more secret signs. Atlth Langhett: made one which caused the other to etart,aud to bow with deep respect, H I wish to see Signore Cavallo," said he, in Italian. “1 am Signore Cavello,” answered the oflget, blandly. Only one person was here-a. small bright- eyed man, with thick Vandyke beard and sinewy though small frame. Langhetti took off his hat and bowed. Langhetti entered, and found the interior as dingy as the exterior. 'l‘hare was a table ia the middle of the room. Beyond this was a door which opened into a. back room. Giovanni Cuvolio’s office was in a low dingy building, with a. dark narrow doorway It was one of those numerous establishments conducted and supported by foreigners whose particular business it is not easy to Conjvc turo. The building was full of offices, but this was on the ground floor. “ CABBONARO." Lsnghetti' read tlis several times. Then he called for his landlord. “ Who left this letter?” “ A young man.” “ Du you know his name ?" H No.” “ What did he look like 7" “ He looked like a counting house clerk more than any thing.” “ When was it 19!: ?” “ Abonb six o’clock this morning." Langhetti read it over and over. The news that it contained filled his mind. It; was not yet ten o‘clock. He would not take any break fast. but went out at once, jumped into a cab, and drove off to Red Lion street. DISCOVEBIES. The next morning after Beatrice‘s lent performance Lungheni determined to fulfi‘ his promise and tell her that secret which she had been so anxious to know. On enter- ing into his parlor he saw a letter lying on the table addressed to him. It bore no post- age stamp. or post office mark. He opened it and read the following : “ LONDON, September 5, 1849. “ Signore,-â€"Gigole, the betrayer and in tended assassin of your late father, is now in: London. You can find out about him by inquiring of Giovanni Cuvullo. 16 Red Lion street. As a traitor to the Carbonari, you will know that it is your duty to punish him. even if your filial piety is not strong enough to avenge a father’s wrongs. “ O'God !" she groanedâ€"but in her deep despair she could not find thoughts even for prayers. “Faith End I'm glad ! It’s the best thing for her; and the policeman, much relieved, re- turned to his beat. His tone was one fuil of bitter taunt. Scarce conscious, with her brain reeling, and her limbs trembling. Beatrice entered the house. Beatrice was silent, her slender frame was rent Pyiemotion. “ Soma of you‘ll have to pay for them winders.” said the cabman. ” All right,” answered Potts, quietly. “ There is your home for toâ€"m‘ghb, at anv rate,” said Potts, pointing to the house. “ 1 don‘t think you have any chance left. You hagwbetter go in.” ' “- You may go, paioeman," said Potts ; ‘ m__y daughtpg will come with me.” The Turning of the Long, Long Lane. PlTCHERY-BIDGERY. BY MONSIEUR DEMOULIN. CHAPTER XL. “ Not {Jarticularly ; but I guessed from what they said that he was afraid of having her at large.” “ He has been there about three weeks, ‘hasn’t he ?" “ Yes, sir.” “ So you wrote me. You thought when he want that he was going to hunt up his daughter.” “ So I conjectured.” “ And he hasn't got back yet ?" “ Not yet.” “ Has he written my word ?” “ None that I know of.” “ Did you hear any of them say why he wenffo get new”? Potts was not there. He then sent for Philips. After some delay Philips came. His usual timidity was now if possible still more marked. and he was at first too embarrassed to speak. A 7 . By ten o’clock he had acted upon this idea, and was at the railway station to take the express train. He reached Brandon village about dusk. He went to the inn in his usual disguise as Mr. Smithera, and sent up to the hall for Mr. Potts. ' One course seemed to him the most direct and certain ; namely. to go up to Brandon at once and make inquiries there. From the letsers which Philips had sent he had an idea of the doings of Potts. Other sources of in- formation had also been secured. It was not his business to do anything more than to see that Beatrice should fall into no harm. Beatrice, therefore, had left by herself, and had not gone anywhere with Langhetti. She had not returned home. It seemed to him most probable that either voluntarily or in- voluntarily she had come under the control of Potts What to do under these circumstances was now the question. Will]. such thoughts as these the time oaseed heavily. Six o’clock at last came, and he set out for the purpose of making inquiries. He went first to the theater. Here, after some trouble, he found those who had the place in charge, and, by questioning them, he learned that Beatrice had left by herself in a cab for her home. and that Langhetti had remained some time later. He then went to Beatrice’s lodgingq to quea- [.1011 the landlady. From there he went to Langhetti’s lodgings, and found that Lan- gbetti had come home about one o‘clock and was not yet up. 7 Yet if this was impossible, and if she had not gone with Laugheui, With whom could she have gone 2 If not a friend. then it must nave been an enemy. But With what enemy :7 here was only me. = He thought of Potts. He knew that this watch was capable of any villeiny, and would not hesitate at anything to regain ooseeseiou of the one who had fled from him. Why he should wish to take the trouble to regain possession of her, except out of pure villainy, he could not imagine. Brandon had feared some calamity, and with this fear had arranged to have some one m the house who might give him informa- tion. The information which he had most dreaded had come; it had come, too. in the midst of a. time of triumph, when she had become one o! the supreme singers of the age, and had gained all that her warmest admirer might desire for her. If she had not been foully dealt; with she must have gone with Laughem. But if so - whereâ€"and why ‘I What; possible reason might Langhetti have for taking her away? [his conjecture was impossible. A thousand fancies followed one another in quick succession. It was too early as yet to go forth to make inquiries ; be there- fore was forced to sit still and form con- jectures as to what ought to be done in case his conjectures might be true. Sitting there, he took a rapid survey of all the possibil- wies of the occasion, and laid his plans ac- cordingly. The man retired. Brandon sat down and buried his he'ad in his hands. Such newa as this was suflicient to overwhelm anyone. The man knew nothing more than this. that she had not returned home and that the landlady was frightened. In his opinion only one of two things could have happened ; either Langhetti had taken her somewhere, or she had been abducted. “ Something has happened." “ What ?" “ She didn’t get home last night. The land lady is sitting up for her, and is terribly frightened.” " Did you make any inquiries ?" “ No, sir ; I came straight here in obedience to your directions." " Is that all you know ?" “ All.” “ Very well.” said Brandon, calmly, “you may go." THEY MEET AGAIN. At 'our o’clock on the morning of Bentrice’s capture Brandon was roused by a mp 913 his bed room door. He rose at once. and slip ping on his dressing gown, opened it. A man entered. Such were the ofiiuions of the officials [‘hey courteoust granted permission to Lanl ghgstifl) tulip the poliqeman to the house. 7 7 On knocking at; old woman came to the door. In answer to his inquiries she stated that: a. gentleman had been living there three weeks, but that on the arrival of his daughter he had gone home. “ When did he leave ‘2” “ Yesterday morning.” Langhetti was overwhelmed. The officials evidently believed that Potts was an injured father,and showed some coldness Io Lan- ghetgi. V “ Anything would be better," said Lan- ghetti, mournfully. “ He is a villain so re- lnorseless that she had to fly. Some friends recelved her. She went to get her own living since she is of age. Can nothing be done to rescue her 2?" “ Well, she might begin a lawsuit ; if she really is of age he cannot hold her. But she nag much better stay with him.” “ He is her father, what better could she do ?" asked one. Leaving this he drove to the police olfice. It seemed to him now that she must have been foully dealt with in some way. He could think of no one but Potts; yet how Potts could manage it was a. mystery. . That mystery he himself could nol hope to unravel. The police might. With that confidence in the police which is common to all Continen- tals he went and made known his troubles. The officials at once promised to make in- quiries, and told him to call on the following evening. The next evening he went there. The aolicemen was present who had been at the place when Potts met Beatrice. He told the whole storyâ€"the horses running furiously, the screams from the cab, and the appeal of Beatrice for help, together with her final wquiescenee in the will of her father. Langbetti asked about the man who had called in the morning. The landlady could {ell nothing about him, except that he was a gentleman with dark hair, and very [stern eyes that terrified her. He seemed to be very angry or very terrible in some way about Beatrice. Who could that be? thought Langhetti. The landlady did not know his name. Some one was certainly interesting himself very singularly about Cigole, and some one else, or else the same person, was very much in* tereszed about Beatrice, This, however. did not seem probable, as Despard would have written him if he were coming to town. Deeply perplexed, and almost in despair. Langhem left ihe house and drove home. thinking on the way what ought to be done. He thought he would wait till evening, and perhaps she would appear. He did thus waic, and in a fever of excitement and suspense. but on going to the lodging house again there was nothing more known about her. followed anxiously. The roooma were empty. Everything remained just as she had left it. Her music was lying loosely around. Ina landlady said that she had touched noth- mgr. Whera is Potts ‘2" asked Brandon, abrupt- 1p London, sir.” Well 17” said Brandon. CHAPI'ER XLI. He kissed her. He pressed herathousend times to his heart. His burning kisses forced a new and feverish life into her, which roused all her nature. Never before had he dared so no fling open all his soul to her ; never before had he so clasped her to his heart ; but now this moment was a break in the agony of a; ,V ___v ._....D...v. They stood thus in silenbe for a long time‘ Each felt that this was their last meeting. and eachthrew all life and all thought into the mp- ture of this long and ecstatic embrace. Aft» er this the impassable gulf must reopen. She was of the blood of the acoursed. They must separate forever. “You do not know." she sighed. “ Alas ! your father’s voice must be obeyed, and your vengeance must be taken." “ Fear not,” said he; “I will guard you.” She answered nothing. Could she confide in his assurance? She could not. She thought with horror of the life before her. What could Branden do ? She could noy imagine. “ I will save you. Oh, "1561;;31378'0111 of mineâ€"my arms are around you! You are wawhedfbub wgtchedrbyr me.” “ Do not fear. my soul’s darling,” said he; ” no harm shall come. My power is every- whereâ€"even in this house. All In the vil- lage are mine. When my blow falls you shall be saved." She ahufldered. “You will leave me here 7 " “Heavens ! I must,” he groaned ; “ we are the taper: of circumstances. “ Oh, my darâ€" liug!”he continued, "you know my story, and my vengeance.” “ I Know ft all,” she whispered. “ I would wish to.d_ie if I could dfiq by your hand.” “ Winn a beautiful View! "said he, in a conventional voice. She came up and stood beside him. “ Oh, my derlingl Oh, my darling! " he cried, over and over again ; and flinging his arms around her he covered her face with burning kisses. Her whole being seemed in that supreme moment to be absorbed in his. All consciousness of any other thing than this unspeakable joy was lost to her. Before all others she was lofty, high~§ouled, serene, self possessedâ€"with him she was nothing, she lost herself in him. They elighted from the carriage. Beatrice led the way into the drawing room. No one was there. Branden went into a recess of one of the windows which commanded aview of the Park. They drove on. Oh, joy! that baleiul presence was for a moment removed. The driver saw nothing as he drove under the ‘overarching elmsâ€"the elme under which Brandon had sported in his boyhood. He saw not the long, fervid glance that they cast at one another, in which each seemed to absorb all the being of the other ; he saw not the close clasped hands with which they clung to one another now as though they would thus cling to each other forever and prevent seperation. He saw not the swift, wild movement 'of Brandon when for one instant he flung his arm around Beatrice and pressed her to his heart. He heard not the beating of that strong heart ; he heard not the low sign of rapture with which for but one instant the head of Beatrice sank upon her lover’s breast. It was but for one instant. Then she sat upright again, and their hands sought each other, thus clinging, thus speaking by a voice which was fully intelli- gible to each. which told how each felt in the presence of the other love unutterable, rap- ture beyond expression. " Entertain. this éentleman till I come," said he to Beatrice, “ for he is a great friend of mine.” Beatrice said nothing. [or the simple reason thgfi she cpuld not speak. There, before them, was a man who was not onlya deadly enemy to each. but who made it impossible for them to be more to one another than they now were. Yet for a time they forgot this in the joy of the ecstatic meeting. At the gate Potts got out and excused himself to Brandon, saying that he would be up directly. Brandon stepped into the carriage and seated himself by her side. Potts sat op- posite. He touched her. He could hear her breathing. How many months had passed since they eat so near together ? What; aor- rowa had they no: endured I Now they were side by side, and for a. moment they forgot the} their_bitteresl enemy eat before them. Brandon held out his hand. Beatrice held out hers. It was as cold as ice. but the fierce thrill that shot through her frame at the touch of his feverrsh hand brought with it such an ecstasy that Beatrice thought it worth while to have undergone the horror of the past twenty~fonr hours {or the joy of this one moment. “ I arrived here yesterday? said Brandon. “ I wished to see you aboun a matter of very little importance perhaps ‘0 you. By the way, I am somewhat in a. hurry, and if this: lady will excuse me I will drive up'with you to the Hall, so as $0 lose no time." All this took place in an intant, and Potts, who was talking, did not notice the hurried glance ; or if he dui. saw in it. nothing but a casual look cast by one stranger upon another. "Delighted, sir, delighted!" cried Potts. “Allow me. Mr. Smixhets, to introduce you tolny daughter.” While Potts spoke Brendon looked steadily et Beatrice, who out upon him a. look of wonder. She then sank back in her seat ; but her eyes were still fastened on his as though fascinated. Then, beneath the mar- ble whiteness of her face a faint tinge appear- ed, a. warm flush, that was the Sign of hope rising from despair. In her eyes there gleamed the flesh of recognition; for in that glance each had made known all its soul to the other. In her mind there was no per~ plexing question as to how or why he came here, or wherefore he were that disguise ; the one thought that she had was the conscious- ness that he was here â€"here before her. _“ Mr. Smithgra i" cried PJtts with his usual volubility. “ Dear me. air. This is r991}; g Input unexpeqlged measure, sir." Brandon stood in such away that Potts could not ,help seemg him. He waved bls ME], _and Potts stopped the carriage at once. Potts was seatéd. on the iron; seat, and Beatrice on the back one. Brandon walked up t9 _the garyiage and touched his hat. Brandon stood outside of the veranda, on the steps, in such a position as to be most conspicuous, and wanted ahere till the car- riage should reach the place. Did his heart beat faster as he recognized that form, as be marked the settled despair which had gather- ed over that young faceâ€"9. face that had the fixed and unalterable wretchedness whicn marks the ideal face of the Mater Dolorosn ? Asgeelo had been left at the inn, and sat there upon a bench outside, apparently idle and aimless. At one o’clock Brandon re- turned and walked up and down the veranda. On the following morning he sent up to the Hall, but Potts had not yet returned. Philips came to tell him that he had just received a telegraphic dispatch informing him that Potts would be back that day about one o’clock. This intelligence at last seemed to promise something definite. Brandon found enough to occupy him dur. ing the morning among the people of the neighborhood. He seemed to know every body, and had something to say to every one. Yet no one looked at him or spoke to him unless he took the initiative. Last of all, he went to the mucus, where he spent an hour. In about half an hour his attention was attracted by the sound of wheels. It was Potts’ harouche, which came rapidly up the road. In it was Potts and a young lady. Brandon had carried Aageelo with him. as he was often in the habit of doing on his journeys. After his interview with Philips he 5500:! outside on the veranda of the vil- lage inn for some time, and then went around through the village, stopping at a number of houses. Whatever it was that he was engaged in, it occupied him for several hours. and he did not get; back to the inn till midnight. “ You know, sir, I suppose,” said Philips, weekly. don Afmid ? Why 1’" Because she knew some secret of theirs." Secret 1 What secret ?” asked Bran- A searching examination in London had led him to believe that Beatrice might now be sought for at Brandon Hall. The police could do nothing for him. He had no right to her If she was of age. she was her own mistress, and must make application herself for her safety and deliverance ; if she was under age, than she must show that she was treated with cruelty. None of these things could be donp, CHAPTER XLII. LANGHET'rx’s ATTEMPT. Two days after Brandon’s visit to Potts‘ Langhetti. {embed the Village. ‘- Does he ?" cried Potts, gleefully. “ Well, I do believe we’re going ahead of every thing.” " That’s right. Baldness is the true way to success.” " Oh, never feet. We are bold enough.” “Good. But I am hurried, and I must go. I will send Aegeelo up, and give him a 1939:.” With these words Brandon bowed an adieu and departed, Before evening Asgeelo was installed as one of the servants. “ At the hotel. I will send him to you at once,” said Brandon, rising. “The sooner the better,” returned Potts, “By the way, my junior speaks very en- couragineg about the prospects of the Bran- don baukâ€"” ' “ Cato! a very good name, Where is he now I” “ Well, that is all “rangedâ€"I have a re- gard for him. as I said before, and want to have him in a pleasant situation. His name is Aageelo, but we are in the habit of callmg him Uatuâ€"” " My dear sir. I shall be proud and happy. I should llke, above all things, to have a man here who is recommended by one like you. The fad: is, my servants are all mis arable. and a good one can not often be had. I shall consider in a favor if I can get him.” - 7 mm" W â€"--v-u Dem“ for, and I am anxious to put him in some good country house till I get back. I'm afraid to trust him in London. and I can’t take him with me. Be is a Hindu, but speaks English and can do almost anything. I at once re- membered you. especially as you were close by me, and thought that in your large estab- lishment you might find a place for him. How is it ?” “ Oh, don’t mention it. I quite pitied the poor child, Iassure you; and I Sincerely hope that the seclusion of this place, com~ bined with pure sea-air. may restore her spirits and invigorate her in mind as well as in body. And now. Mr. Potts, I will mention thaliztle matter that brought me here. 1 have bad business in Cornwall, and was on my way home when I received a letter summoning me to America. I may have to go to California. I have a. very honest servant. whom I have quite a. strong regard t._ __J r, - " Well, I didn’t know .vhat to do. I was afraid to make a public demand for her through the- law, for than it would all get into the papers; it would be an awful dis- grace. and the whole county would know re So I waited. and a few weeks ago I went to London. Achanoe occurred at last which threw her into my way. I pointed out to her the awful nature of the life she was leading, andoflered to forgive her all if she would only come back. The poor girl con sented. and here she is. But I’m very much afraid,” said Potts in conclusion, with a. deep sigh. “that her constitution is broken up. She’s very feeble." Brandon said nothing. ” Excuse me for troubling you with my‘ domestic ofl'airs; but I thought I ought to explain, for you have had such trouble with her yourself.” The other said nothing, but there was in his face a horror which Potts considered as di- 18(3th toward his 11nnstura1 ofispring. “She was discontented here,though I let her ave everything. I found out in the end all about it. At last she actually ran away. She joined this infamous Langhetti, whom she had discovered in some way or other. They lived together for some time, and then went to London. where she got a. situation as an actress. You can imagine by that,” said Potts. with sanetimonious horror, “ how low she had fallen. “ Yes.” replied the other. “ I wouldn't tell it to every one â€"but you, Mr. Smithers, are difierent from most people. You see 1 have led a roving life. I had to leave her out in China for many years with a female guar» dian. I suppose she was not very well taken care of. At any rate, she get acquainted out there with a strolling Italian vage bend. a drum-«major in one of the regiments, named Langhetti, and this villain gained. her sflectinns by his hellish arts. He knew that I was rich. and, like an unprinoi» pled adventurer. tried to get her, hoping to get atortune. I did not know any thing about this till after her arrival home. I sent for her some time ago. and she came. From the first she was very sulky. She did not treat me like a daughter at all. 0:: on; Jacasion she actually abused the and called me names to my face. She eslled me a ‘l‘hug! What do you think of that Mi. Smilhers ?" ‘ “Here. Mrs. Compton. Take charge of her.” said Potts. "She’s been trying to fame.” “Oh noâ€"ahe’ll get over it. Take her to her room} Mrs. ComptonQ’ Beatrice had not moved. She heard Bran- don epeak to some one, and at first gave herself up for lost. but in an instant she un» derstood the full meaning of his words. To his admirable presence (1 mind she added her own. She did not move, but allowed her head to rest where it was, feeling a delicious joy in the thought that Potts was looking on and was utterly deceived. When he left. to call a servant she raised her head and gavr Brandon a last look expressive of her death lees, her unutterable love. Again and again he pressed her to his heart. Then the noise of servants coming in roused him. He gently placed her on a sofa and supported her With a grave and solemn face. Mrs. Compton came up. and kneeling down kissed Beatrica's hands. She said no- thing. ‘ “ Can the poo} child walk 7" asked Bran- aon. . Beatrice rose. Mrs. Grompton asked her to take her arm. She did go, and leaning hegvj‘l‘y upon it, walket} grway. V “ She seems very delicate,” said Bran- don. " I did not know that you had a Mughter.” Potts sighed. “ I have.” said he.“ to my sorrow." “ To your sorrow I" said Brandon, with exquisitely simulated sympathy. " Oughtn't she to have a. doctor?" said Brandon. “ Oh, I'll fetch some Orfe. I’m sorry it hap- pened so. I hope you won't blame me. sir,” said Potts humbly, and he hurried out of the room. “ She’s sicklyâ€"that’s a. fact,” said Potts. “ I’m very sorry that you have had so much trouble -1hope you'll excuse me. I only thought that she’d entertain you, for she's very clever. Has all the accomplishmentsâ€"” “ Mr. Potts !" said he. as he still held Bea.- trice close to his heart, “ this poor young lady is in wretched health. She nearly fainted. I had to almost carry her to the Window. Will you be good enough to open it. so as to give her some air .9 Is she subject to these mints ? Poor child I” he said ; “ the sir of this place ought surely to do you good. I sympathize with you most deeply, Mr. Potts." “ Perhaps you‘d - better call some one to take carggf _her_,” interrupteq Brandon. The moments ex‘ended themselves. They were left. thus for a longer time than they hoped. Potts did not come. They were still clinging to one another. She had flung her arms ground him in the anguish of her un- speakable love, he had clasped her to his wildly throbbing heart, and he was straining her there recklessly and deapairiugly, when suddenly a harsh voice burst upon their ears. “ The devil !" Beatrice did not hear it. Brandon did, and turned his face. Pens stood before them. long separation â€"a short interval which must soon end and give way to the misery which had preceeded itâ€" and so he yielded to the rapture of the hour, and defied the future. “ He will bobble to show what the char~ it ante-r of that gentleman is,” rejoined Lan- 5‘ ghetti. _ " Who will believe him ‘2" “ No one can help it." ‘- You believe him. no doubt. You and he 3 are both Italians «both dear friendsâ€"and ‘ both enemies of mine ; but suppose I ‘5 prove to the world conclusively that Gigole is ' such a scoundrel that his testimony is worth- V less ? ” " You can’t.” cried Langheiti, furiously. Potts cast a look of contempt at himâ€" “ Can’t I l " He resumed : “ How very 9 simple, how oonfiding you must be, my dear Langhettil Let me explain my meaning. ’ You get up a. wild charge against a gentle- ? man of character and position about a mur- der. In the first place. you seem to forget ‘ that the real murderer has long since been punished. That miserable devil of a Malay » was very properly convicted at Manilla, and hanged there. It was twenty years ago. What English court would eonrider the were again after a calm and impartial epinish court has settled it finely, and puni lied the criminal ? They did so at the time the case was ire-eh, and I came forth honored and triumphant You now bring forward a. man who, you hint, will make statements against me. Suppose he does ? What then ? Why, I will show what this man is. And you, my dear Lang hetti, Will be the first one whom I will bring up against him. I will bring you up under oath, and make you tell how this Cigoleâ€"this man who testifies against meâ€"once made a certain testimony in Sicily against a certain Langhetti senior, by which that certain Langhetti senior was betrayed to the Gov. ernment. and was saved only by the folly of two Englishmen, one of whom was this same Despard. I will show that this Laughetn sen ior was your father. and that the son. instead of avenging, or at any rate resenting, his father's wrong, is now a bosom friend of his father’s intended murdererâ€"that he has urged him on against me. I will show, my dear Langhetti. how you have led a roving life, and, when a drum- maJor at Hong Kong, won the effec- tions of my daughter ; how you followad her here. and seduced her away from a kind father: how at infinite risk I regained her; how you came to me with audacious threats ; and how only the dread of further scandal, and my own anxious love for my daughter. prevented me from handing you over to the authorities. I will prove you to be a scouri- 95mm “ Queen‘s evidence ! ” returned Potts, contemptuously. “ and what’s his evidence worthâ€"tho evidence of a man like that againsta gentlemen of unblemished char acter?” " Partly so.” “ Why?" “ Because he was an accomplice of yours in the Despard murder." “ So he'snys, no doubt; but who’ll believe him 7’” “ He is going to turn Queen‘s evidence ! ” said Langhebti, gqlemnly. “ Ab!” said Pom. “ now the murder‘fi out. That’s what. 1‘ thought. Don’t you auppose I saw through you when you first began to speak so mmerionsly? I knew chat you had learned some wonderful story, and that you were going to trot it out at the right time. But if you think you’re going to bully me vou’ll find it hard work.” _ “ Gigole is in my power,” said Langhetti, fiercely. “ And so you think I am, too? " sneered Potts. “fie will do good in this case, at any rate," said Langhetti, with an effort; at calmness. “He was connected with you in a deed which you must remember, and can tell to the world what he knows." ” Well, what if he does?" said Potts. “ He will tell me,” cried Langhetci, 9x- cicedly, “the true story of the Despard murder." “ Much good may he do you then, for I'm sure when he was In my power he never dld anyigood to me.” “ Cigole I” replied Potts, after a pause, in which he had stated hard at Langhetti; “well, what if I do? Perhaps I do, and per» hapg I don’t.” "' He is iii my power," said Langhetti.vehe- memlv. “ I hold your life and fortune in my hand. Give up that girl whom you call your duua'h ner.” Potts stood for a moment staring. “ The devtl you do I” he cried, at last “Come, I call that good, rich, racy. Wiil your sublime exaellenoy have tho kindness to ex plain yourself? If mv life is in your hand it’s in a. devilish lean and weak one. In smkes me you’ve got some kink in your brainâ€"some notion or other. Out with it, and let us see what you’re driving at l” “ Do you know a man named Cigoie?" said Langhefli. ~ There was a vast contrast between these two manâ€"the one coarse, fat, vulgar and strong; the other refined, slender, spiritual and delmate, with his large eyes burning in their deep sockets, and a strange mystery in his face. “What the devil do you meam." cried Potts, “by the dead? At any rate you are a fool; for very naturally the dead can't speak; but what concern that; has wuh my daughter, I don't know. Mind, you are playing a dangerous game in trying to bully Potts spoke flame and menacingly. L111- ghetti’s impetuoua soul kindled to a new fer- vor at this insu ting language. He stretched out his long, thin hand toward Potts, and said: So now, feverish, emaciated, excited to an intense degree, he appeared in Brandon to confront a cool, unemotiouei Villain. uh» scarcely ever lost his presence of mind. Such a contest could scarcely be an eqdal one. What could he bring forward which could in any way affect such a man? He had some ideas in his own mind which be imagined might be of service, and trusted more to im- pulse than to any thing else. He went up early in the morning to Brandon Hall. " I am Paolo Langhetti," said he. abruptly â€"“the manager of the Covent Garden theater.” " You are, are you ?" answered Potts, rudely ; “ then the sooner you get. out at this the better. The devil himself couldn’t be more impudent. I have just saved my daughter from your clutches, and I am going to pay you ofi”, too, my fine fellow. before long.” Pbtts was as homé, and did not keep Lan msgti long waiting. ’ "Your daughtar !" said Langhetti. " What she is, and who she is. you very Well know. If the dead cauld speak they would tell a dif- feregt puny." He was hardly the man to deal will: one like Potts. Sensiiive, high toned, passionate. impebuous in his feelings, he could not com- mand that calmness which was the first es- sential in such an interview. Besides, he was broken down by anxiety and want of sleep. Bis sorrow for Beairice had disturbed all his thoughts. Food and sleep were alike abominable to him. His fine strung nerves and delicate organizanion, in which every feeling had been rendered more acute by his mode of life. were of that kind which could feel intensely whenever the ufi‘emions were concerned. His material frame was too Weak for the presence of such an ardent soul. Whenever any emo- tion of unusualipower appeared he sank rapidly. It was a. desperate undertaking. From Beatrice’s descriptions he had an Idea of the life from which she had fled. and other things had given him a xrue idea of the character of Potts. He knew that there was scarcely any hope before him. Yet he went, to satisfy himself by making a lam effort. and Langhetti despaired e! accomplishing any thigg. _ The idea. of her being once more in the power of a man like Potts was frightful to him. This idea filled his mind continually, to the exclusion of all other thoughts. His opera. was forgotten. One great horror stood before him, and all else of no account. The only thing for him m do was to try and save her. He could find no way. and there- fore determined to go and see Potts himself. i. , v. “ Heavens! what's all this ?” cried Potts. “Where have you been unearthing this rubbish?” ‘ “ Yes,” said the stranger. “ In connec- tion with the Despard murder there were two sets of forgeries; one being the Thornton correspondence. and the other your corres- pondence with the Bank of Good Hope." u rr . A , , , , “ The neit case,” said an; ‘stranger, “ ii the Thornton forgery.” “ Thornton ! ” exclaimed Potts, with great er agitation. from the furiou'a pasrsriblrnws‘vjvhvigl'ny i‘;v€'1'{hmibjted, stood like a wild beast in a. cage, “ willing to woun_d_, but yet afraid to strike.” “ Not at all. Even supposing that you were absurd enough to offer vxolenoe to an humble subordinate like me, it would not interfere with the policy of Messrs. Bigelew. Higginson, & 00., who are determined to make money out of this transaction. So you see it's absurd to talk of violence.” 7 The stranger Viol:ng no ‘ffi-rther notice of Potts, but looked again at his memoranda ; while the latter, Whoa? face was now horrific “ Yours is Vin greater," said Potts. with menacing eyes. " Well, there are several witnesses who are men of such character that if my seniors sent them to Smithora & Co.,SmiLhers & 00. would believe that you were guilty. In a court of law you would have no better chance. One of these witnesses says he can prove that your true name is Briggs.” At this Potts bounded from hié chair and shepped forward with a terrific oath. " You see, your son’s neck is in very con- siderable danger." _ “ I don’t think they’ll make a. fortune out of the speculation,” said Potts, who was mifl- ing with rage. “Dâ€"m them! who are they ?’f “1. The notes to which the name of Ralph ‘ Brandon is attached. 150 in numfi‘crmmount- ing to £91500." " Pooh I ’ said Potts. “ These forgeries were known to several besides your son and yourself, and one of these men will testify against you. Others Who know Brandon’s signature swear that this lacks an important point of distinction common to all the Brandon signatures handed down from father to son. You were foolish to leave these notes afloat. They have all been bought up on a speculation by those who Wished to make the Brandon pro- perty a little dearer." “ I will answer your question regularly,” said the stranger. "in accordance with my instructions"â€"and, drawing apocket book from Ms pocket, he began to read from some memoranda written there. " R’s hi1 bash,” said he, at last, raising his head. “Let; them show and be dâ€"d. Whaz have: they got to show.” Potts was silent. An expression of conster- nation came over his face. He plunged his hands deep in his pockets and bowed his head frowpingly. “ That’s because you don’t understand my position. or the state of the present business. For if I leave it will be the signal foranumber of interested parties to make a combined at- ‘tack on you.,’ . ‘ “ An attwk ‘2” “ Yea”: “ Who is there ?” said Potts defiantly. “ Giovanni Gaynllo, for one; my seniors, Meisrs. Bigelow 6: Higginson, and several others.” " Never heard of any of them before." “ Perhaps not. But if you write to Smith- ers & 00. they will :eli you that Bigelow, Higginson & Co. are their solicitors. and do their confidential business " ‘ ” Smibhers <52 00 ‘3” said Potts. aghast. 1 “ Yes. 15 would not be for your interest for Bigelow, Higginson dz Co. to show Smithers oz 00. the proof which ihey have against you, would it ?" Poms looked at him again, and then slowly went to the door, locked it, and put the key in his pocket. “ That’s right," said the stranger, quietly. " You appear to take things easy." rejoined Potts, angrily ; " butlet me tell yen, if you’ve come to bully me you’ve go: into the wrong Ihopfi’ ‘5 You appear somewhat heated. You must be calm, or else we cannot get to business and in that case I shall have to leave.” “ I dbn’t see how that would be any aiflic tionii said Potts, with a sneer. “ Forgery,” said the stranger. “ It is an English word, I believe. Forgery, in which your son was chief agent. Have I made my- self understood 7” " John Pothsmf Brandon Hall. I presume," said the stranger, coolly. “ My business concerns him Lsomewhal, but hm son will more.” “ What: the devil do you mean ?” growled Patti in a. aayagertone. “ Well.” returned Potts, with a. frown, “ what is this wonderful case ?" “ Forgery," said the stranger. Potts started t) his feet with a, ghastly flea. and stood speechless for some time. ” Do you. know who you are speaking to 7” said he, at last. "ch,” and Potts, “as much as I care abom being. I don‘! know anything in par- ticular that I cure about lacking the doors or.” “ Well, you know best," said the stranger. " The business upon which I have come con- earns you somewhegt, but your son principal 1y." ' THE BTRANGER. A few weeks after Langhetti’u visit Potts had a new Visitor at the bank. The stranger entered noiseleasly, and stood quietly waiting for Polts to be disengaged. That worthy was making entries in a small memorandum book. l‘urniug his head, he saw the newcomer. Po‘ta looked surprised, and the stranger said, 111 a peculiar voice, somewhat grufl and hes- itating : “ Mr. Potts ‘2 " “ Yns," said Potts, looking hard at his vis- V Potts started, and looked with eager inquiry at the stranger. “ It is such a serious case," said the latter, “ that my seniors nhougbt, before taking any steps in the matter. in would be best to con- su‘t you privately." “ I belong to the firm of Bigelow. Higgim son & Go , solicitors. Londonâ€"I am the Co." “ Well I " “ The business about which I have come is one of some importance. Are we secure from interruption .9 ” itor He was a man of smgular aspect. His hair was long ; parted in the middle, and straight. He wore duxk colored spectacles. A thick, black beard ran under his chin. His linen was not over clean, and he wore along surtom coats. His brain reeled. He staggered rather then walked. Pom looked aher him wixh a. smile of triumph. He left the hall and returned to the village. " Don‘t you think that you had better go and comfort yourself with your dear friend Gigolo, your faihtr’s intended murderer ?” said he at length. “ Cigole told me ailabout this long ago. He told me many things about his life which would be aligbtly damaging to his character as a. witness. but I d n’t mind telling you than the worst thing against him in English eyes is his betrayal of your father. But this seems to have been a. very slight manor to you It’s odd too; I've always sup- posed that Italians understood what ven- geance means.” Langhetti’s face bore an expression of agony which he could not conceal. Every word of Potts stung him to the soul. He stood for some time in silence. At last, without B word. he walked on: of the room. Potts spoke with savage vehemence. The frightful truth flashed at once across Lam ghetti’s mind that Ports had it in his power hereto show all this to the world. He was overwhelmed. He had never conceived the possibility of this. Poms watched him silent- ly, with a. sneer on his face. drel of the vilem description, and. after such prcois as this, what do you think would be the verdict of an English jury. or of any judge in anyland ; and what do you think would be your own fate ? Answer me that.” CHAPTER XLIII. â€"â€"-A concert at public cost is given on Bos- ton common every Sunday afternoon, in summer. There was opposition by the ortho- dox church peovle at first, but it has died out and this yeatit is fashionable to go to hear the music on the way to evening religious eer- noes. â€"-'I‘he Italians appear to hsve solved the problem of how to obtain a cheap supply of native oysters. The ground from which most of the meters oonsumed in southern Italy are obtained is known as the “ Mare Piccolo,” or ‘ little sea, near Surouto. at the land's and of the peninsula familerly known as the “ heel of the boot.” The system of cultivation ap- pears to be as successful as it is simple. From April to November bundles of bx'ushwood are submerged in the outer sea. and to these the spawn is found to readily attach itself. They are afterward raised. and those on which the tin}' oysters have settled are submerged in the “ Mare Piccolo,” where in about two years they attain their full size. â€"â€"Two young couples of CoshoctJn. Ohio thought imwould be a romantic idea to elopa down the river to Mariette. by moonlight in a rowbost. The trip was only hast made, how- ever. when the men were arrested for stealing the boat, and the girls were sent; home alone and unmarrie d. The stranger rosé, ax'JId PER} unlocked the door for him. “ Present you the offer of Messrs. Bigelow. Higgiuson & 00.." said the other. with calm perninaoisy. f‘ Upon it depend your fortune and your son’s life.” " How long are you going to wait ?" " Till evening. I leave tomight. Perhaps you would like to think this over. I’ll give you till three o‘clock. If you decide to ac- â€"Pbiladelphin. makes a grate ado about 1:3 twuive thousand Move-moulders. c893! all well ; if not, I go £36K}: “ They do business with you the some as ever. do they not ?" “ Yes. ’ “ How do you suppose they can know it 7" " They wuuld never believe it.” ‘* They would believe any statement made by Messrs. Bigelow, Higginson (S: 00. My seniors have been on your track a. long time, and have come into connection with various parties. One man who is an Italian they consider important. They authorize me to state to you that this man can also prove the forgeries.” " Who ?” gasped Potts. “ His name is Cigole." “ Gigolo l” “ Yes." " Dâ€" him l" “ You may damn him, but that won’t silence him,” remarked the other. mildly. “ Well, what are you going .0 do 7" growled Potts. " Do Smithers & Co. know anything about this 7’” asked Potts. in a tune of Intense anx- ie‘yth ' “Messrs. Bigelow, Higgiuson & Co. in- structed me to say that if I am not back with the money to morrow night, they will at once begin acmou. and huvu your son at“ rested. They will also inform Smithets 6: 00., to whom they say you are indebted for over £600,000. So that Smithers & Co. will as once come down upon you for pay- ment.” - The stranger rose up and faced Potts, while, from behind his dark spectacles, his eyes seemed to glow like fire. Potts retreated with a ourse. u “ No use,” said he. calmly. "Messrs. Bige- low, Higginaon & 00. would miss me if any thing happened. Besides I may as _well tell you than 1 am armed." “ English law is no respecier of persons." said the stranger. " Rank goes for nothing. But if it did make class distinctions, the Wit- nesses about these documents are of great in- fluence. There is Thornton of Holby, and Colonel Henry Despstd at the Cape of Good Hope, with whom Messrs. Bigelow, Higginson & Co. have had correspondence. There are also others." Potts shopped suddenly in his walk. “ Hava you all those papers about you ?" he hissed. II All.” Poms looked all around. Tho door was locked. They were alone. The slranger easily read his thoughts. “iProof !” cried Hits. desperately ; ” who would believe anything agams: a man like me, John Pantsâ€"a mgm of the count; ‘2” “ I only repeat what they state. The man has already written out a. statement in full. and is only waiting for my return to sign it before a magistrate. This will be a. death- warrant for your son ; for Messrs. Bigelow, Higginsou 65 Co. will have him arrested at once. ' You are aware that he has no chance of escape. The amount is too enormous, and the proof iq too strong.” “ It’s a dâ€"Vâ€"d infernal lie I” roared Pom. in afresh burst o! anger. “ Letters we sent to the Cape of Good Hope, ordering money to be paid to John Poms. Thornton, senior, fearing from the first attempt that a similar one would be made at the Cape, where the deceased had funds. sent his son there. Young Thornton reached the place just before you did, and would have arrested you. but the proof was not sufli~ cient.” .“ I said ‘ was non ’-buu Messrs Bigelow, Higginson (9,: Co. have informed me than there are parties now in communication with them who can prove how, when, where, and by whom the forgeries were executed." " Aha !" cried Potts, grasping at thisâ€" " not aufi‘icient proof ! I should think not." Hig yoicgwas husky and his manner nervous. The stranger's peculiar voice was now im- tensified in its odd,hstsh intonation. The efieet on Pens was overwhelming. For a moment he was unable to speak. .“ Philips 1” he gasped, at length. “ Yes. You sent him on business to Smithers <1: 00. He has not yet returned. He does not intend to. for he was found out by Messrs. Bigolow, Higginson & 00., and you know how timid he is. They have succeeded in extracting we truth from him. As I am ina hurry. and you, too. must be busy.” continued the stranger, with unchanged ne- cents, " I will now come to the point. These forged papers involve an amount to the extent ofâ€"Brandnn forgeries, £93,500 ; Thornton papers, £5,000; Bank of Good Hope, £4,000; helm: in all £102,500. Messrs. Bigelow, Higginson & Co. have in- szructed me to say that they will sell these papers to you at their face without charging interest. They will hand them over to you and you can destroy them, in which case, of course. the charge must be dronpedi” u Philips 1" curied magiâ€"15311“ have that devil’s blood !" “ That would be murder," said the stranger, with a. peculiar emphasis. His tone stung Potts to the quick. “ You appear to take me for a born fool," be 012184, seri_dingr_up and down. " Notrax all. VI arm only finggent carrying out the instructions of others.” " It’s ill a lie !" exclaimed Potts, in a voice which wasa little tremuious. " Who is the fool who has been making out these papers ?" 7 :‘ H15 name is Philips ; true name Lawton. He tells a. vary exzraordiuary story ; very ex- tragydinary indeed.” “ First," said the stranger, without notion ing Pott's exclamation, “ there are the letters to Thornton, Senior, twenty years ago, in which an attempt; was made to obtain Col. onel Desperd‘s money for yourself. One Clark, an accomplice of your'h. presented the letter. The forgery was an once detected. Clarkmight have escaped but he made an efiort as burglary, was caught, and condemned to transportation. He had been already out once before. and nhia time received a new brand in addition to the old ones.” Potts did not say a word, but eat stupefied “ Thornton, Junior, is connected with us, and his testimony is valuable, as he was the one who detected the forgery. He also was the one who went to the Cape of Good Hope. where he had the pleasure of meeting you. This brings me to the third case,” continued the stranger. (TO BE CONTINUED.)