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Office la till ITaUofiU Bank Building (fAtrd story.) mm OF SUBSCRIPTION! 2 50 PERTEAR.tw abtanck. N poststte on papers delivered within this WtUtta for the Indiana America.. IDUTHA BRENOERG; Or, The Abduction. BT JOSEPH H. CLOUD. On a high ledge of rocks at the foot of the Alps, near the close of a lovely day in Summer, many years ago, there stood a fine looking young man near the age ef twenty-two. On his left arm was swung a carpet-bag, and against a small tree, under whose branches he was then funding, leaned an umbrella, denoting that the joung Swiss was a traveler, or that tt was about setting out upon a journey. There was 'k of intelligence in bis maul; face. His forehead was high and weUfotmed, his eyes a dark gray. A rAesnt f mile played upon his handsome feature?, giving him an agreeable and attractive appearance. And yet there was a somewhat pensive expression on his us a li J placid brow. Beside him stood an exquisitely lovely and beautiful Swiss -.maiden, over whose fair head eighteen Summers had lightly passed. Her face wore an expression of tenderness, beauty and intelligence, calculated to attract the attention and inspire the esteem of even the most careless observer. But, like her companion, there was a look in her sort, beautiful eyes, which told as plainly as eras could have told, that something not altogether agreeable in its nature was oc- i tuning her thoughts. 1 have just observed that they were standing on a high ledge at the foot of the mountain. At a considerable distance below Bowed the limpid waters of a stream which stretched away down a lovely and picturesque valley, and was only lost to view behind a projecting cliff a mile or two below. Behind them lay the well cultivated fields of a wealthy Swiss farmer, and before them towered the lofty peaks of the Alps, on whose rugged sides the trees, though seemingly struggling for a firm footing, were covered with a rich foliage, the whole presenting a scene sublimely grand to the eye of the wondering lehuldcr. At a short distance to the left if our young friends, at the extremity of the ledge, on a less abrupt yet somewhat precipitous part of the hill leading down to the stream, grew a dense thicket of underbrush, around which beautiful and fantastically coloied flowers waved in rich profusion in the soft evening breeEC. The hands of the young gitl was clasped firmly in that of her companion, and they were earnestly conversing, though in a low tone. "Then you will return in two weeks, without fail, Wiihelm," the girl remarked, with a tender, almost pleading voice, as looked inquiringly into the young man's face. lie gazed for a moment into the lustrous eyes of the gentle girl, and then answered: ' Yes, Idutha, dear Idutha, I will return at that time uuless provider), tially hindered. I hope you do not doubt me, my love," he continued, as he prested far hand even more firmly, aod then iuij tinted a warm kiss on her lips. ".No, no, Wiihelm; you know I do not, can not doubt you. Why do you aBk me that?" 'Tardon me, my dear Idutha," returned the younj man, affectionately, "I supfoe it is but natural enough for you to peak and act as you do, knowing that are co soon to separate, and convinced I am that you love me, and yet your trequcut interrogations as to my returning at the time appointed, barely suggested to tie the idea that you entertained fears of ay lorgettiog that promise when away lrom jou." "No, Wiihelm," she replied, rather pensively, ' it is not that; I have no fears of your forgetting your promise: I know that jou love me, your past conduct has convinced me of that; but here she hesitated, and her eyes sought the ground. "Kutwbat, dearest?" asked Wiihelm, "un quick emphasis; "sreak, my own darling: Idutha; what is it you Tear? what s it that oppresses you? 1 know there is something you hare uot told me yet. Lock up, idutha, and Jell me all." ''Oh. it is nothing, mr dear, jrnoit Wiltl ti j o -- iteim, biie answered, looking up again into her lover's face, nothing only a foolish fancy, I suppose: yet I must confess bere is an undfiuable dread, or forebo dlng of coming evil, so fixed upon my ttiud that I cannot shake it off." '"0 nonsense, my love," he replied, tenderiJ, ''it is, as 1 said, but natural you loulJ !al that way, perhaps, and doubtless only a fancy, as you remarked; disit at ouce from your mind, Idutha." J She looked into his searching eyes for a Itllfl -I,;!.. r. s.r-..i -J Wlli! with inlonaa inlaratl nit slowly shook her head. featj"' v' luum m v achat it you trouble i pleaded her lover: "it will "e exceedingly to leave you thus "Oh. W iU'clni, that wicked Morset; he " l that I fear." JiOrspf' iWnrc&tl VI. nil ftr him. Uull ? Ilo ia lttpaii enoimli to do "Jthing, I know: but he is a low, cowrJ'J villain, and I do not fear him. As Icr V0!ir..!f J I his v--'-n., iuu ueeu uuit .neu uui ui n, J " uiic UUllilUjr IU UU noil uiui. is no danger that be will run away Jou as a cat would run away with a Je, I presume," h said with a light look D1 et lnere wss something iu his 0? ,nd tone which told that the mention tht name made no agreeable iuipresSi0 on hi. minj, tsd lEu1 a,iled at her lover's remark, for 'lcr t'oua,ennco resumed its tuer uneasy expression. After a mo. Win i sileuce Bhe said; "Vou know, ten'1 i' lllat ha swore he would be reL. ; ' ,tDli unls3 I am much mistaken, Uesneratrt man i.e.-.. - , t repeat, he is a coward, and l , Bo Tears that he will put ha powardMare.u into execution,'1 returned Wilkin a resolute manner.

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"lou should have seen the man as I saw him, and heard him speak as 1 heard him speak, dear Wiihelm, when I rejected him, to fully appreciate my reasons for entertaining so much dread, such fearful apprehensions of him," rejoined Idutha, dejectedly. -Ah! only the silly threat of a jilted suitor, uttered under the impulse of the moment, and as soon forgotten, no doubt," said Wiihelm, with a vain effort to laugh away his own uneasiness and Idutha'a fear. "Well," replied the latter, "it may be so; indeed I wish it might, but I cannot shake off the fear that he will yet carry out that threat, and bring trouble of some kind upon us at no distant day." "I must urge that tour fears are eroundless," returned the other. "But what are you afraid he will do, Idutha?" "O, 1 do not know, Wiihelm; but I wish your business did not compel you to go away, she answered, in the same de jected tone. "I regret it perhaps as much as you do, Idutha, and yet I must go," he said. "But why," ha asked, "do vou make that remark?' "O, I hardly know, dear Wiihelm. but I have a kind of presentiment or forebo ding; I hardly know what it is; but some thing seems to tell me that when vou iro away we shall not meet again, or that at least some great evil is in store for us," she answered, as she leaned her head upon hii shoulder, and hot tears Btole down her cheeks. "Idutha, my love," he said, tenderly. as he folded her to his bosom, "you are taking this matter too much to heart; your useless apprehensions will make you very unhappy, I fear, and it pains me to have to leave you thus, if you still persist in them, and yet the time is swiftly passing and I must soon go. O do not entertain iuujc urcuM iciio ,..uf;ri, xuuiua. x uu have only thought too much about that poor braggart's silly threat?, which, added to the somewhat unpleasant fact that we must separate for a while, has made you unhappy; that is all." Only think, Wiihelm, how often you travel through these louely mountains alone, and even now, this afternoon, you must traverse that lonely, solitary road. How easy it would be for him to surprise you there, and wreak upon you the vengeance he has threatened to visit on one or both of us," she replied sadly. 'Have no fears of that, my dear Idutha," replied Wilhelru; "lie will have to be !-harp if he surprises me; I am always on my guard when I travel through these mountains. See here!'' he continued, as he drew from his pocket a bright pistol which fairly glistened in the rays of the sun that stole through the branches of the tree. Mt would not be wel'jor any one to attempt to molest me while I possess that." Idutha looked at the pistol, which to her appeared a formidable weapon, with an earnest gase, and then exclaimed, "(J Wiihelm! you wouldn't shoot a man with that, would you? It would be so dreadful. And yet it might prove very useful iu case of emergency. But what is that?" she cried, startled by a rustling souud in the thicket just described. They looked around and saw the bushes slightly shaken. A moment after, a small stone, which from some cause had become detached from its place in the thicket, rolled out and bounded away down the declivity into the stream btlow, splashing the water for some distance around and slightly startling both the lovers by its suddenness. Idutha looked iuquiriugly into Wilhclui's lace, but said uothing. ' Duly a small animal, I presume, seeking for food among the bushes," the latter at length remarked. "However, I will see what 1 can find there," he continued, and going to the edge of the thicket and parting the bushes, tried to peer in through the dense undergrowth, but he could not see three feet beyond where he stood. He tried several other places with no better success, and so steep was the hill and so sharp and craggy were the rocks below, that it would have been dangerous for him to attempt to go through the bushes, eveu were such a feat possible. He therefore returned to Idutha, who looked pale and uneasy, remarking as he came up to her, "I presume there is nothing there worth looking for. And now, Idutha," he continued, taking her hand again iu bis, and looking earnestly into the face of the lovely maiden, "I must bid you adieu for awhile. tjladly enough would 1 liogcr here longer with you; but see," be said, pointing toward the sun, '-time is passing swiftly, and I must reach the village before nightfall and be teady to pursue my journey by early morning. Dismiss those glloomy forebodings from your mind, aud may Hod bless you, my sweet one. Aye, Idutha, put your trust in Him who never fails to protect those who trust Him, and who has said that all thiugs shall work together lor good to those who love Him." "I will do so, my dear Wiihelm, and I will pray that His protecting care may be extended to you, that we may soon meet again," she replied, as she put up her mouth to his for a last kiss before parting. One more impassioned kiss was impressed upon the pretty Idutha's lips, and then Wiihelm again took up his carpet-bag and umbrella, and started on his journey. Idutha watched her lover with a heavy pain at her heart, as he followed the road down to the valley below. Two or three times she saw him look back, and then he was lost to sight behind a clump of trees in the valley. A deepdrawn sigh escaped her, and a tear drop hung on her silken eye-lashes as she turned to retrace her steps homeward. As she did so, she was again startled by noise in the thicket. An incontrollable fear fell upon her this time, and she walked hastily up the path that led to the house, which was a quarter of a mile away. A cold chill crept over her flesh and her whole frame seemed to tremble. When ebe had gained n eleva-

ted point overlooking the valley below, and so near home as to place her beyond dan ger, even should any exist, she paused, and looked away in the direction her over had gone, hoping to catch one more glimpse of the object of her young heart's first and only love. She descried a man walking down the valley, but it was not Wiihelm, she was quite confident; it was not his walk; and besides, he had neither carpet-bag nor umbrella. This discovery was rather calculated to increase her apprehensions, but it was not uncommon for men to travel that road on foot, and at different hours of the day. filie therefore strove to dispel her fears, and went on to the house. Header, let us follow that man for ashort distance. He is a dark-eyed man, with heavy, black whiskers and moustache; his features might have been handsome, and even agreeable, had it not been for the dark demon .that leared in his flashing eyes, and the scowl that rested on his angry brow, which were probably now the more plainly visible as he hastened along over the rough road, casting. his eye, now and then, to right hand or to the left, as if seeking a prey, or designing to avoid some hidden foe, occasionally muttering something to himself, which appeared to be threats intermingled with coarse oaths. "Ah!'' he at length exclaimed, "I will teach him how to call me a braggart and villain! and t will let him know that I am not a coward either. He shall repent this; and more, he shall repent his interference between me and that lovely girl. I know I could finally have succeeded in winning her, had it not been for him. Curse him! curse him! But she shall be mine yet; I will succeed or die, but not alone. Lucky he did not discover met Ah! Morset is a coward, is he? We shall seel we Bhall see! ' Thus muttered this dark villain, as hastily but cautiously he sped on his way uown tne vauey. lie naa not proceeucu a mile, however, when he arrived at a point where the road turned a little to the left. and on the right a large and dense thicket extended to the mountain and for some distance up its steep side. Here the man paused, looked carefully around him, and then crawled cautiously through the thicket underbrush, following a dim path. On, on he went to the mountain and for a little way up over rocks aud through thick brush, until he reached a spot from which the sky was entirely concealed dark and gloomy almost as midnight. Here a stout donkey was tied to a limb by a strong jcord; which he hastily loosed, and as has tily mounting the animal, rode on over a road or path which.seetned almost imprac ticable for man or beast, and yet the faith- ; ful donkey picked its way along apparent ly with but little difficulty. Further on a better road was reached, when the man put spurs to the donkey and galloped along in a direction nearly parallel to the valley road below. When Idutha had arrived at the house, she went immediately to her own room, aud sitting down by a window where the cool evening brcesc gently fanned her fevered brow, with her elbow on the wiudow sill and her head resting against her baud, she was soon absorbed iu deep thought. The fearful conviction that some terrible evil was in store for her lover or herself. with which Morset would in 6otue way be , connected, had so fastened itself upon her imagination that she found it impossible to bauish it from her mind. She imagined hlui waylaid by Morset in r the mountains, and either ruthlessly murdered or carried away by his rival and friends, a prisoner to some lonely den, to suffer the vengeance which that cruel man had solemnly sworn to visit upon him. John Brenberg, the man with whom Idutha lived, and whose comfortable residence had for several years afforded her a pleasaut home, was her guardian aud a distant relative. He was an excellent man, kind-hearted and generous; and both he and his good wife had ever treated their young ward with the utmost kindness, aud appeared to love her as their own child. Her parents had died when she was but a little girl, leaving her heir to a considerable estate, which had not, however, at the date of our story, come into her possession. With Morsetshe had been acquainted for about three years. He had come into the neighborhood on some business when Idutha was not more than fifteen years old, aud soon after his arrival met her at a social party. Her exceeding beauty immediately fired his soul with a vehement desire and determination to make her his own, and from that fatal night he secretly vowed never to rest till he had wooed aud won. The youthful beauty was not long in becoming aware of the fact that she had so soon become the object of the handsome stranger's devotioo, and there is not a doubt that he did love her as devotedly as his nature would admit of his loviug any being on earth. Idutha, however, avoided him from the very first, for there was an expression in his dark eye that she did not like; besides, she well knew that she was too young to receive the marked attentiou of any one, aud especially of a stranger. But Morset had determined from the start not to allow himself to be foiled, or to admit of defeat, and ho certainly did all that he could to win her affections; every attention was shown her that a gallaut knight could have paid to his ladte love; no sacrifice was too great which he believed would add anything to her pleasure, and it was not long until he had the satisfaction of knowing that his cunning artifice, together with bis good looks, had made impression upon the impulsive and sensitive young heart of the object of his worship. Yet it was by uo means certaiu that she really loved him; she had come, rathef, to regard him as a tine looking, handsome young man, and one, perhaps, whose better nature prompted him to do right; but there was something in hia looka which at times caused her to shrink from him aod to experience a feeling of distrust while in his presence. Aod yet so adroitly had he played his part that Idutha was soon but too evidently, though

at first imperceptibly, drifting into, his foils. She was beginning to be rather pleased than otherwise with his attentions to her. She walked with him to and from church, attended parties with him, and occasionally, though not often, she strolled with him through the green fields and down by the stream that flowed at the foot of the mountains, and with him viewed tht grandeur of its sublime soenery. And so confident had Morset become of the

success of his efforts to win . the heart of the lovely girl, that scarcely a year had elapsed since his first acquaintance with her when he offered her his- band in marriage. . ? It was after enjoying one of those pleas ant walks down to the mountain stream, when, as they stood on the very ledge re-., ferred to in the beginning of this narra five, talking of the beautiful scenery around them, be took her pretty white hand in his, and told her how passionately he had loved her from the moment he first saw her, and implored her to become hia wife. Notwithstanding she had for some time past so unresistingly allowed him to draw her into his meshes, she was greatly surprised at this avowal and the offer that accompanied it; for, although she could not have denied that she. had liked him, yet she had never for a single moment thought of marrying him, and his declaration oulyjiad the effect to more vividly remind her of the opinion she had at first formed of him; and now, more than ever before, did the conviction force itself upon her that there was something in his wolfish eyes which bespoke of a nature totally unfitting him for a good or even safe companion. She looked into his eyes a momeut, and then attempting to eztiioate her hand from his grasp, she said "No, Mr. Morset, no; I cannot be your wife; I am too young to think of marrying any one." The look of surprise, . disappointment and displeasure visible in Morset's countenance, as he fixed his dark eyes upon her with a wondering gate, fairly startled her. Carefully and shrewdly had he acted his part. It had been evident to him that when they first met she had regarded him with actual dislike, and it had beeu with unbounded satisfaction that he had watched the change in her demeanor toward him; from evident disfavor she had, seemingly, at least, come to regard him with esteem; at first she had received his visits coldly and had even avoided him; of late she had welcomed him cordially, and for some time had not doubted that Bhe really loved him. Ho had long and impatiently awaited for the time to come when it would be safe for him to proffer j her his hand, and he believed that time had come, and was totally unprepared lor this pointed rejection of his suit Hence bis surprise and chagrin. But his better judgment told him that storming and rav- j inir would accomplish nothing except his certain defeat, and his countenance soon changed from an expression of passion to tenderness and even paiu. Again he poured forth his tale of love in her car, assuring her that for some time be had not doubted that she had returned his love, and entreated her to rccensidcr her decision. "Mr. Morset," tdic at length said, when she had regained her self-possession, 'l have endeavored to treat vou as a gentle man, and with the respect due a gentleman. I confess that I have rather liked you as a friend; 1 have enjoyed your society, the more so, perhaps, because I have no very near relatives, and you have treated me kindly. But if you believed that I loved you well enough to become your wife, you have greatly misunderstood me, for I have never thought of marrying you; and if you do not wish to incur my displeasure, please do not mention this subject to me again. I hope, though," she continued, looking him kindly iu the face, ' I hope we bhall continue to be good friends." The last sentence was uttered with so much kindness that it somewhat surprised him. They reiuaiued at the ledge but a little longer, most of which time was passed iu silence, and they they returned to the house. Idutha doubtless had a two-fold reason for the kindly manner in which she terminated, for the time at least, Morset's importuuities. Iu the first place, she did not wish to seem discourteous or unfeeling, having no desire to wound the feelings of one who had hitherto always treated her with the gallantry of a refiucd gentleman and tho kindness of a faithful friend, and whose only crime, so far as she was concerned, was that he had just laid his heart at her feet and told her that he loved her passionately; aud she did not doubt that he had told her the truth.. In the second place, she believed that, although in some respects he appeared kindly disposed, he yet possessed a revengeful disposition, which would soon manifest itself wheu its possessor's anger was once aroused, and she desired to get rid of him in as amicable a manner as possible. But Morset had no such intentions. He had resolved, from the hour they first met, that she should one day be his wife; and he now, no less than before, determined and secretly swore that he would in some way accomplish his purpose, and that should his kindness and entreaty, his personal appearance and his money, all fail him, be would then resort to other and steruer means. , - . , It was about this time that Idutha first saw Wiihelm Stenhope. He had come from a distant town in Switserland on a visit to Brenberg's, to whose wife he was related. Ha was warmly welcomed by the Brenberg family, not only on his own personal account, but in remembrance of bis father, between whom aud Brenberg the warmest friendship had long existed. The latter had often spoken to Idutha of Wiihelm in the highest terms, declaring that nothing would afford him more pleasure than to see his young ward united to this worthy son of his old and tried friend; that although he had not seen him for some years, ha knew him to b tha best

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of young men, and that be should insist on Wilhelm's visiting them in order that sha might become acquainted with him. To all this Idutha paid little attention, further than to listen with respect to her guardian's words, thinking it not improbable that these applauditory remarks were prompted, in part, at least, by the high value he placed upon the Stenhope family as kinsmen, and the strong ties of friendship that existed between them; for she well knew that no man on earth occupied so large a share of Brenberg's 'goof, kind heart as did tha elder Stenhope; aod though Idutha did not doubt tha correctness of her guardian's statements, she pictured the young Swiss in her mind as only a very common-place, nice young man, whom she should 'probably be delighted to regard as a very dear friend. She bowever looked forward to his long promised visit with pleasure, for she often grew lonely in that mountainous region, with no father or mother, no brother or sister, nor even any very near relative to gladden her warm heart by their presence. Never was Idutha more agreeably surprised than when Wiihelm finally came. Instead of the common-place, good-hearted boy- she expected to see, she saw before her a tall, erect, noble-looking and handsome young man, with a look of intelligence possessed by few with whom she ever had the pleasure of forming any acquaintance in that rural district. Besides, he possessed a kindness of heart and conversed in so easy and graceful a manner as to soon win Idutha's confidence and esteem. How very different was the opinion sbe at first formed of Wiihelm Stenhope, and the impressions made by his noble bearing, from those produoed by her first acquaintance with Morset. Wiihelm was delighted with the appearance and manners of the charming girl, and enchanted by her surpassing beauty and loveliness. During his lengthened vUit at her guardian's house, and in all his subsequent visits, she was his daily companion. A mutual friendship bound the two young hearts together from their earliest acquaintance, which soon ripened into that purer and holier affection, the love of two trusting hearts. We will not tire the reader with the many pleasant incidents which transpired during Wilhelui'a stay at Breo berg's -of the happy hours enjoyed by Idutha and himself iu each other's society. Suffice it to say that ere many months had passed mouths of hallowed bliss they were they Lad vowed eternal constancy to each other. Those were truly happy, blissful hours to the confiding Idutha; because for her to love was to idolize, to worship the outgushing of a pure and loving hjart. But alas! those blissful hours were not always to last. A jealous eye was ever a upon tnem. iuorset, madacned almost to desperation by a hopeless love, by a burn ing jealousy, was scrupulously watching them ajid secretly scheming a tcmblo ro- ' venge, in case ho eventually failed to aojcomplish his present purpose. But he ! deemed it more prudent not to be io baste in bringing about his premeditated vengeauce. Idutha was a priao he could not attoru io reunquisu wnuoui a struggle worthy of his cause; and the poor hope that he might yet succeed in winning her away from Wiihelm, caused him to wait yet longer, to delay the execution of his mad scheme. He still remained as kind and attentive to Idutha as her coyness would admit of his being. She continued to treat him with politeness, but shunned and avoided him as often as she could without danger of arousing his anger for since the day he had asked her to be his wife, she entertained a constant fear of him. Time rolled on, a year or more had passed since her engagement with Wiihelm, when one evening she was not a little surprised by another passionate story of love from Morset. He knelt, at her feet, and in the most passionate terms rehearsed the old story with which he had thought to thrill the impulsive and loving heart nearly three years before. Every endearing epithet was employed that love's magic spell could invent. He told her he Uiust ever be miserable and wretched if she refused to love him and be his wife. At first she looked down upon him with a feeling of commiseration, she could call it nothing else. But she had become tired of his importuuities, and she resolved to put a atop to them at once. Her countenance assumed a look of coutempt, and with an Impatient gesture she said "Ilise, Mr. Morset, rise and go! Why do you importune mo thus? Have I not told you that I could not be your wife?, I tell you now, once for all, I do not love you, I never have loved you, and I never will be your wife, never, never!" Idutha had been startled by his look, when she rejected him two years before, but she was frightened now. He arose to his feet, and advancing a step towards her, he bent upon her a look never to be forgotten by her. His countenance was livid with rage, his eyes glared like globes of fire, and wi'h a menacing voice aod burst of passion he exclaimed "I warn you, Idutha, beware what you 6ay to me. For a whole year, by yoor coquettish smiles and winning words you led we on, making me believe that you loved me, ouly to cast me from you as though I were but a toy. Even when I first told yon of my love, you told me that you liked me. But I know why it is that I am treated thus, and who is the cause of it all. It is Wiihelm Stenhope. But be shall pay dearly for this. 1 will be revenged.". After continuing to burl threat after threat, both for herself aod Wiihelm, but particularly for the latter he said, "Adieu! Miss Brenberg;' we shall meet again!" t Then turningabruptly around, he walked hastily away, aud shortly after left the neighborhood. This incident occurred only a few days previous to (he aeparation of Wiihelm and. Idutha already described in the beginning of this story. .., . ' Dar after dy our heroine anxiously awaited tha appointed tiuw fjr her lovar'i . .

return. He had always been remarkable for his punctuality, and she felt certain

that if nothing bad happened him he would return at tht end of the two weeks, aa he had promised. Two long, . weary weeks they were to tne laitntui young watcher. The vindictive words of Morset rang like a death-knell in her ears, and the fiendish look he gave her when -he uttered them, haunted her day and night. She was to become Wilhelm's bride soon after his return, and on her eighteenth birthday. The time set for her marriage had been communicated to only a few of her friends, but it was not improbable that Morset bad been apprised of it before leaving the neighborhood, and she believed that he would atteftipt the execution of his threatened revenge in time to prevent the wedding, if at all. The awful fear that her lover would meet in deadly combat with his enraged rival in the mountains, or that the latter, like the lurking demon that he was, would lay wait For him and murder him in some secluded spot, almost drove her wild with torturing buspenso. The two weeks were ended at last. The time for Wilhelm's return came, but, alas! he came not with it We will not attempt to describe the anguish that lacerated the bleeding heart of poor Idutha Brenberg as day after day passed and her lover did not return. She communicated her fears to her guardian and his wife, who only laughed, as Wiihelm had already done, when she informed them of Morset's threats, both agreeing in the supposition that Wilhelm's detention was only the result of the failure of a successful adjustment of the business he ' was transacting in time for his return when he had promised. This, however, afforded but little relief to Idutha's mind. She believed that something unusual had kept him away, and as the days passed by they appeared like so many months to her weary heart. One evening, nearly a week after the day set for her lover's arrival, Idutha walked down to the ledge to watch aod wait, as she had done several times before, for the coming of the loved one. For a long, long time she stood there, gazing anxiously down into the valley below. The sun was fast sinking in the West, but she heeded it not. One theme alone engaged her thoughts. The merry birds flew gayly about her, hopping from limb to limb, carroling forth their blithe song!, but they might as well have sung to a statue, for Idutha had no ear for their sweet melody then. Presently she walked further down and to the further side of the thicket, fur from that point she could obtain a more distant view of the road below. The sun went down at last, but 6ho had not noticed it, and it was not u'atil the gathering shades of night began to shut out the rooro distant objects from sighttbat she was reminded of the lateness of the hour. She turned quickly around to go home, but as she did so sbe uttered a quick cry of surprise and alarm. Morset the dreaded, hated Morset stood before herl He looked upoo her for a moment with a fiendish smile: advancing and extending his hand he said: "You will not refuse to shake hands with me, Idutha." But the poor girl shrunk from him in affright. He quickly succeeded in grasping her baud, however bhe scarcely knowing whether to offer resistance or not, fearing to offend him. No sooner was her hand firmly secured iu his, than he said: "Idutha, my pretty one, do uot be alarmed: you shall uot be harmed. But come, you must go with me." 4 Oh! merciful Heaven!" excluim the affrighted girl, as the awful truth flushed upou ber mind that she was Morset's prisoner. "O let me gi! let me go!" she cried, as she struggled terribly to free herself from his grasp. "Cease your fruitless efforts, Idutha, and do uot !ive the alarm, or it will be worse for you; but come with me, come j without further resistance, and L repeat, you shall not be harmed," was his only response. "O Morset! Morset! what are you going to do with me?" bhe asked with a wail of "hopeless despair, as she ceased to struggle, and stood before her captor, trembling like an aspen, and ready to sink down with weakness and leur. "Wc will diecuss that matter at another and more convenient time," he replied, decisively though not harshly. "l-.et it sutiice you for the present," be added, "to know lhal you are in my bauds aud in I my power, and that you mutt go with me, and ihe uioro quietly you go tho better it will be for you. But remember, idutha, that you are in the hands of one who loves you, not only truly, but desperately; and I will not let you go, now ibat 1 have you in my power, even if it costs both your life aud mine." She gazed mto his face with a look of terrible eutreaty, aud feebly articulated "O, Morct, have compasaion." " A aickening sensation came over her; she felt her strength rapidly failing; her head became dizzy; ahe staggered aud was J falling, when sbe felt Morset's arm around j her. lie lifted her in hia arms aud started off at a brisk pace. Ihe faiutiog girl languidly opened her eyes and perceived that he was bearing her swiftly away down into the valley aud toward the mountain, and then consciousness became dethroned, i The Tap root. Barley. thorough washerwoman Sal Soda. 'Dearer than life Fashionable funerals. , i .7 i..J ir.Ilecipe to avoid drang&u-Doo l.takej. any Fashionable Springs. " gymnastics Saratoga Counter clerks. . attraeiious Uaudsome lady In Where should Poal-crypt. j I'ostaieo be buried?

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It ia due to your family that you should not incur loaaes. Therefore, judioiouSly dietribute the amount y ou expect to lose over the bills of those who pay, but take . Ionic credit. Society is bound to be self budporting. . 4. If a oustomer leaves too for one who deals on easier, terms, vou should take every opportunity of saying, with a, coinpa&biouate expression, to other custo mers, that you are very sorry to believe that there were good reasons for Mr. Z 'a going to a cheaper market, and earnestly hope be i not in much difficulty, 5. It Paterfamilias i ever worked up by his wile to call and lemoostrate as to. your charges, be rejoiced to see him, and how him' books aud iovoioes, and say that his business head will at once enable bim to see how the truth is, whioh , the ladies caunot be expected to perceive. . He will be flattered, aud tell his wife that she accuses you unjustly. G. It Materfamilias declares that ahe is resolved to try elsewhere, beg her, moat respectfully, to do so. and say that, though proud of ber custom, you would very much rather lose it than be supposed to act unfairly but ask her where she means to go, and then say that you are certain you will have the honor of seeing her agaiu, for. the character of (tat house is pretty well known. Do not hang these Rules up in your shop, but paste them inside your deck , and read them every Sunday morning, before going iuto your accounts. , i , . A Handsome Contribution. A gentleman waited upon Jerrold one one oiorniug to enlist his sympathies in behalf of a mutual friend who was in want of a round sum of money. But thia mutual friend had already seut bis bat among his literary friend on more than one occasion. Mr. 'a hat was beooming aa institution, and the friends were grieved at the indelicacy of tho proceeding. On tho occasion to which we refer, the bearer of the hat was received by Jcrrold with evident dissatisfaction. "Well," said Jerrold, howuiuch doea wanttbia tinje?"' Why, just a four aud two noughts will, I think, put bim straight," the bearer of the hat replied. Jerrold: "Well, put me down lor one of the noughts," A friend at a piuch one who shares his snuff with you. .. . If a man is a teetotaller, he need not always be out of spirits. I. - "I've lost flesh," as the butcher said wheu his cart was robbed. Gen. Spinner's autograph is said to look like a Chinese prescription for chilla. When may feather-bed? a bird be When it said to ocenpy a sleeps upon the Moat of the ohadows that cross our path through life are caused by our standing in our own light. A lady, who was a strict observer of etiquette, being unable to attend: church oue Sunday, Bent her card. An old trapper of Arizona, who bad ll just scalped his fifteenth Indian, says: ia good biayuig out here tbia aeaaon. Alluding to chiguotirt, Mrs. Clever said: 'A girl now seems all bead.' 'Yea, till you talk to her,' growled Mr. Clever. 'I like to read epigrams against ua women,' said Mrs. Clever. 'When a culprit clanks Y.'in chains you know that they are ou him." The hu.-l'uud who complained to hia wile about 1 iviii: i.o luuii ou the Jront of his thirt has hi net lud the tubject of I hia complaiirtb more taiciully ttmlitd.. Old Yeibum at upon the grass and held the head of j or tic Ttauait, who bled from paf-l.rs t-l.mp and deep as the iticUioti of a lant-it. For Transit bad a little luill wirh that fierce ll uier, yunng Nihil, and he was blown a bit. What tick cued Transit "one who knows" iusists wcie heavy bi'dy blown received besides a'Lrokcu nitc v. Len Le aud Nihil fi. John Wtbley,tbe fouuder of Methodism, wheu one day riding through ti e country, was t-x luted by a fellow who was lying in a ditrh. "Hello? Father Wesley, I am glad to ; fee you. How do you do?" - I dou't kuow you," said Mr. Wesley, .. "Ion't you know me? by, you are the very man that converted me.' "I reckon I am," said Mr. Wesley, porting spurs to hia horse, "a I least one thing is, evident, the Lord bad nothing to da , with it." . -. ' .... A Methodist circuit preacher in th' .southwest found, in the course of Lis eft plorations, a member of his flock wha wa ? tQ SuudaJ wLow, Tu ling dialogue ; ensued: How maav biU. ' dren have your ' -rJieveu, nr. "tun know sister, that onr discipline rtquue 1 u to start a Sunday eUowdj wVterever.W iiud leu children. . Su U'. you duu't w4 your childreu to the school, 1 thaU .b 'biiged to set up a Suuday schuul io Yuur j house." The eleven 5 were 'uu ui)d tb.1 ltibXtSuudy.'3 i-i i! 'tt w..

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