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(All Rights Reserved.) "WRITTEN IN FIRE," OR, THE WITNESS IN THE DARK- BY FLORENCE MARRYAT, AUTHOR OF t Love's Conflict," Fighting the Air," Her Father's Name," &c., Ac., Ac. V- :V 4 ✓ CHAPTER VI. WELCOME TO ENGLAND. His negotiations at the cattle sale that day had not been successful, and Farmer Hayes was in a worse temper even than usual. A shorthorn bull, upon which he had set his agricultural heart, was actually sold be- fore he reached the spot, and seven out of the dozen oxen he had sent there had been driven back to the farm again. Luck appeared to have been against him on that occasion, and he had forgotten all about thp honest God-fearing f»lk," more than <jn#ce: during the afternoon, when he felt inclined to drive a good rouna oath at his herdsman s head or to curse his own stuj»ir dity for not being at the sale in better time. And no" he had returned home, cold, out of temper, and having imbibed a considerable amount of liquor, to find a Popish priest sitting at his table, and an addition to his family in the shape of a boy dressed like a girl, and who could hardly string two words of English together. There was insult marked upou every feature of Mr. Hayes's common face, as he strode into the parlour and caught sight of the strangers. Whom have we here ?" he exclaimed loudly, only let it be observed that he prefaced the question with an oath that is too coarse to be transcribed. Mrs. Hayes, trembling in every limb, tried t<i cover his brutality by ignoring it. This is my brother's little boy, Henry," she said, with affected ease, whom you were so good as to offer a home to. And this gentleman has been kind enough to bring him to Mordham. They appear to have had a most uncomfortable journey. Fancy, they travelled from Blakeney here in the wheat cart. It was lucky it went in to-day, wasn't it ? Well, I suppose they have got legs to walk with, if it hadn't gone. Five miles is not such a distance tha4 one need sit down and cry over it. Who is this person ?'j nodding in the direction of Pere Raoul, who had risen from his seat and was waiting for a formal introduction, Oh, Henry, he is the gentleman who wrote to md about poor Charles's death. You remember, don'd you ? We had a letter saying that he would biingFabiaui to England with him next time he came over." Is this the Popish priest that wrote to you ? "Hush! Yes, Henry. He has been good enough; to bring the boy,at great trouble to himself." I wonder at his impudence, shewing his face ini my house at all. Hark'ee, air," continued the faimer.j turning his bloated face to the priest, "do you! know who I am?" Oh, pray, pray. Henry, don't." t I'm an honest,God-fearing Christian, sir, and we don't countenance anything like falling down to stocksj and stones in Mordham. It would have been more' decent on your part if ydu. had sent Mrs. Hayes's; nephew to 118 by himself than intruded a member ofl your idolatrous faith in a respectable household likej mine." I am very sorry I should have so intruded, mon. sieur, but I did it for the child's sake. I cannot, how- ever, remain here another moment after the remarks you have just made. I could have borne an insult to myself, but not one to my Church and my religion," And what is your religion but idolatry, twist and turn it as you will ? Don't you stick up images in all your churches and teach your people to pray to them ? C&C¿'t they commit any sin they choose and pay a shilling to get quit of it? Don't you make a woman the head of Heaven and say that no one can be saved unless they believe iu her ?" Non, non ce n 'est pas vrai cried Fabian, vehemently. His denial, though given in a language Hayes could not w;»s sufficiently evident from his flash- ing eyeslilled with tears, and the energy with which he grasped Pere Raoul's hand. It served to turn the farmer's attention to himself. What do you say, you young cub? Are you daring to cheek me already ? You'd better tiy it, that's all. I'll soon teach you a different story. I see which way the land lies by the manner In:which you cling to that Popish impostor. You've been sucking in all the lies We told you till you're next door to a Papist yourself. And if that's the case, you and I will have a reckoning to settle together, young master, and if I don't larrup your nonsense out of you, my name's not Hayes. We'll have no Jesuits or worshipping of images in Mordham, and that I can tell you." Fabian could not follow the meaning of his uncle's thick and angry utterances, but the prie&L who saw hIs fear at the altercation, and was most desirous to make peace for him if possible, replied to the farmer's words. I pass over your unjust commenta on the Catholic faith mid practice, monsieur, because you speak in igno- rance and of what you know nothing; but for the sake ot this child let me tell you that be has never received the least tuition with regard to the ordinances of the Church. On the contrary, far from being a Jesuit, it was one of his father's dying wishes, expressed to me, that Fabian should be reared in the same faith as himself." Of course. I was sure dear Charles would wish it to be so," maiti'hfrs. Hayes, tearfully. "We have all been Protestants, and naturally—however good your religion may be, monsieur-Mr. Hayes would have an objection to Fabian being anything else." Hold your tongue," interrupted her husband rudely. If your brother, who was the greatest Icamp-" Monsieur," cried the priest, I must implore you --in the presence of his son-" "I should say what I know to be the case, moun- seer, if it wAs in the presence of twenty of his sons. rm not a sneaking, hypocritical, lying Pscpist "Henry, for Heaven's sake," interposed his wifeim- ploringly. I'm an upright, God-fearing Christian, that's what I am, an.1 I shall say what I choose. None of your bob- bing and bowing to stones for me," continued the far- mer, who, betwixt bad temper and good ale, was be coming rather mixed in his ideas. "And what I say is, down with Popery, and if the brat there had been baptised seven times in the river Jordan-no, I don't mean that-I mean by the Popish priests, I'd drag him through our horsepond till he was clean again. Hang yaur brother, madam He Wall as gréat alcoandrel-" I can listen to this no longer, madame, you must permit me to retire,"exclaimed Pere Raoul, angrily. "Oh, mon pèrt, take me with you," cried Fabinn, frightened out of his wits, as he flung himself into the father's arms. It is impossible, Fabian, but lis ten to me. I am always your friend, and should you ever aeed a friend, remember my words. Madame, I thank you for your hospitality. Be good to this poor orphan for his father's sake." Oh, monsieur, you cannot leave us on this in- clement night, and without a house to go to." I could not stay, niadaiia,one moment longer than is necem-ry after the insults monsieur has thought fit to level at the Church and my dead friend. I would sooner sleep in the snow. Aid you should before you got a bed under my roof," interrupted Hayes, coarsely. If ever I let a kneescraping, mumbling, tdulatrous-" H Sileild !)"ërfel\ Pere Raoul authoritatively. He was a little man, hut he rose to his full height as he spoke, and the majesty of his voice was such that the big, half intoxicated bully shrank before it and was dumb. In the interval that succeeded the priest left the room with Fabian still clin-gingto his hand, and Mrs. Hayes accompanying him to open the hall door. She was sobbing so bitterly with shafue -at what had passed that she could scarcely speak to him, but before he passed over the threshold she just managed to whisper— "Forgive woat hAlf happened, monsieur, and don't think the worse of me. I will love Fabian, do not doubt it. And go to the farm on the left, say you come from me-their name is Barnes. I hope they may be able t« give you shelter for the night." "Thank you, madame, and may God bless and com- fort you, replied Pfere Raoul. "Fabian, my son, be good, be patient, and reward your auBt's care," and so saying; he passed out into the bitter night. As the door closed, aftar.him i'ahiaa islt Mn. Hayes'* mens h'rownaround him. Come," she-whispered beneath per breath, as sflo led him past the p ir'our door and into the lights I kitohan, which was at the end of a l<nip; stone passage. Her eyes were red and inflamed with wiping, but she took no heed of that. She had ceased to he ashamed of what was an every day occurrence. As they entered the kitchen Fabian saw his cousin Andy seated at a side table devouring bread and jam. ,j Wasn't there a jolly row ? he called out as his mother appeared. I came in once, but I cut and iun as soon as I saw how the land lay. Anybody killed or wounded ?" IT,iab, dear," said Mrs. Hayes earnestly, "don't speak of it here. Anna," bhe continued to one of the rosy-faced maids, I want you to take this little boy up to Master Andy's room and put him to sleep in the spare bed. Be very kind to him, Anna," she added with a trembling lip, "for he has no mother, and the master has been frightening him terribly. Butyoumusttry and forget it, Fabian," she said, holding the child tight to her breast. "It will not always be so bad, you know. Your uncle has been put out to-day. Things will look brighter to-morrow." "Oh, will they!" interposed Master Andy, "nothing will ever be brighter as far as I can see, till lie's dead and underground. Jolly for us when he is." Hush, Andy, that's wrong. You've had no supper Fabian. Anna shall take something to your bedvoom. Only be careful the master don't see you,my good girl." "Don't you fear, missus," replied Anna determina- tely. She knew a trick worth two of the master catching her disobeying hisorders. I am not hungry," said poor Fabian In a mournful tone. "You are tired, dear; you will feel better after a good night's rest. But I dare not stay longer. I have left poor little Milly all alone in the parlour," aud hastily kissing both the boys, she hurried back, with the spirit of a martyr, to receive the shower of abuse that she knew awaited her for bar temporary ab. sence. Where has that rascal of a priest hidden himself ?" was the first inquiry that greeted her ears. "He is gone, Henry. I let him out at the front door." How am I to be sure of that? You're as capable p of telling a lie as he. I shouldn't wonder if he's skulk- ing in cupboard, or shut up with the women in the kitchen, or up to some ether of his knavish, Jesuitical tricks. What have you been doing all this time?" Telling Anua to put Fabian to bed. The poor boy is worn out with fright and fatigue." "I'll frighten him before I've done with him, the young hound I'll teach him to blubber every time I open my mouth What's his age ?" "Eleven." Eleven Puny little animal He looks more like a girl than a boy with those absurd curls dangling down his back. Don't let me see him with them again, that's 9li, or I'll pull him all round the room by them. Have them off by to-morrow morning, and if he can't earn his salt any other way,he'll do for a scarecrow to keep the birds off the turnips." "Oh, Henry! remember! we shall be paid for keeping Fabian we can't treat him as if he were thrown upon our charity." I shall treat him just I choose, madam, and you too—and your boy and girl and every bleB sed member of the family. H ang it all 1 am 1 the master of this house, or am I not ?" Mrs. Hayes only took up her work again,and listened to his brutal speeches in silence. Meanwhile the two boys, left together, were.,IItaring at one another in the kitchen. "What are you in such a funk for ?" demanded Andrew. Ajoonk ?" repeated Fabian, How do you then call that?" He spoke so funnily that all the maids laughed, and Andy roal ed outright. Hush hush Master Andy," cried Anna, "or you'll have the master down upon us." "Lethhn come," replied the boy defiantly. II He'll so drunk he couldn't see a hole through a ladder. I shouldn't find much trouble in dodging him to-night. Come on, Fabian, have ome bread and jam," proffer- ing the dainty as he spoke. Poor Fabian, who had ha.d no s iptier, and was half-sick with the emotion and fright he had gone through,drew nearer the tablfl and accepted the portion held out to him timidly. Don't be afraid of robbing me, "said Andy."There's lots more where that came from." "From where did it come then, mon cousin?" demanded Fabian. "The store-room, of course, you gaby. I stole three pots last week. I always steal the jam when mother leaves her keys about. Father's so stingy, Milly and I should never taste any if I didn't." The bread and jam fell from Fabian's hand."What!" he exclaimed, Ycu steal ? You a thief ?" The idea was tsrrible to him. He had been listening to Andrew's bold and independent tone of voice with admiration—the admiration which the timid feel for the brave. But us the fact that his cousin had stooped to take what was not his own dawned upon Fabian's comprehension, the boys changed places— and his waa the strong mind that refused to be led captive by the weaker. I cannot eat your bread and jam, Andy," he said in a sorrowful voice, as he pushed it back again. Andrew coloured, but he was not going to give in. All right, you fool," he exclaimed politely, an he stutfed the forbidden sweets down his own throat and drummed with his feet against the legs of the Wooden chair. Why won't you eat it, rnister ? "demanded Anna. I cannot-not if it is stolen." Why You young prig do you mean to preach to us? Because if so, the sooner you go back to wherever you cania from, the better." Pieach 0 no! I cannot preach, and I know nothing —no more than you—but gentlemen, they never steal 1 And you're quite right, young master, as I've told Audy many and many a time. He'll get caught some day, and then there'll be a business and no mistake. But come now, I must take you up to your room, as the mistress told me, and by-and-bye, you shall have some supper as good as Andy's maybe, though it isn't stolen." "You shut up!" oried Andy, indignant at her sarcaim. Fabian lifted the violin-case, which he had never parted company with, in his arms, preparatory to carrying it upstairs. What's that? demanded his cousin curiously. I It is my violin—what make music," said Fabian. "Your violin -do you mean a fiddle? What a lark I Can you make music on it ? Ah not like the lark, no; but my dear father used to say a little, moderately well." Take it out, and make us a little, moderately well, then" said Andy, mimicking Fabian's broken accent. The child coloured sensitively. f; I speak so baù," he said in alow voice, but the v,:o!iu—she will speak for me." Law he can't never do it—that boy," exclaimed the cook admiringly. "Shut the par lour door, Sarah, for mercy's sake, lesC they hear it in the parlour." "Fiddle away, Fabian ciied Andy, who was wickedly anticipating in every sense what he would have termed "no end of a row But with the first touch of the rosined bow upon the strings all ridicule ceased, and nothing but astonish. meat prevailed amongst the rustics. The boy stood tvmongst them looking like a young Mozart, with his mnurningcloak.and his ruddy falling locks and earnest violet eyes. He did not play anything intricate, but the simple air was so tenderly rendered that it went to the hearts of all present, and when he had finished, with a long (lrawn-out chonl that sounded like 80 s'gh, there was silence for the space of several seconds, until Anna burst out crying, and said it brought her p <or dead mother to her mind "so plain," Well, you n' c a swell at fiddling," were the first words in which Andy complimented his cousin's per- foriiiancc, but, I say, can't you play a jig?" "A jeej <! How do you call a jeej ? "demanded Fal,ialJ. "A dance Cutting capers—you know Like this,' said Andy, leaping into the air like a kangaroo. Mais, otti-out-sans dovte," cried Fabian,catching fdsenthuiiiastn as he dashed into a medley of some of those merry Scutch airs that have found their way into the liearta«of all nations. Andy was delighted; s-> ere t'ie maids, and before long a. couple of them \'{.>r.' jibing away in a corner of the kitchen as if thi'y*h id Rotldng worse than fatigue to fear. nllt, in the milht of their mirth, a voice and a stepf b it to,. well known to all, were heard approaching the scone passage,aud in the twinkling of an eye Faoian and his violin were whipped away, he scarcely knew how or by whom,until he found himself in com- pany with Asma and Andrew, crouched in a paa., w.hich was next the kitchen and opened into it by means or a willdow high up in the wall. "Hush! don't speak t% word," whispered Anna, for the window is open." They all three huddled together, Fabian not half understanding the necessity of the move, until ho heard his uncle's voice in the kitchen. Who was playing the fiddle here just now?" It ask ni angrily. No one, sir," replied the cook. "It's a lie. Some man has be«>n supping here to nigli t. Xow, who was it ? Did he come from the stable or the farm ?" There haven't been no man here, I tell you," re- peated the servant. Do you mean to tell me no one played the fiddle here?" No, we hain't got no men nor fiddles neither,and If you don't believe me, you'd better look for yourself, master," she replied sulkily. The suggestion made Hayes glance around, wh.m his eye fell on the violin case, which Fabian in hii hurried and unexpected flight had left Mnder a side table. Why, what do you call that, you hussy?'' he ex- claimed pouncing upon it. "I don't know nothing about it, nor how it came here." •" 1 Oh you don't,don't you ? Well! I shall jast take L it away with me then, until the owner comes to claim it, And when he do.es he'll get more than he bargained for, I can tell you. Be off to bed, the whole lot of you, and don't let me hear your voices again to-night. I shall look in again in ten minutes and if the place isn't clear I'll turn you all out to-morrow, without any wagesi' Do you hear?" "Well, I ain't deaf! of course I hear," returned the servant insolently but Farmer Hayes was used to receive insolence at the hands of his dependants. They were free to come and go as they chose. It was only the poor wretches who bad no meana of escape who were forced to put up with his ill-treatm«nt. He stumbled back the way he came, with the violin case in his hands, and as soon as he was fairly gone, Anna darted from her covert, dragging the boys after her, and prepared to take them up to bed by the back Staircase. "Come on, children," she cried, "there's not a mo- ment to lose. 11e'll be back before we know where we are." But my case—the case for my poor violin! Shall I not have it again ?" demanded Fabian anxious'y. Oh, yes, my pretty That will be all right. I will fetch it out of his room when he leaves the house to morrow. Only make haste now, -and get out of his way." She took Fabian and Andy upstairs to a room where they were to sleep together, and helped them to undress. The chamber, though poorly furnished, was comfortable enough the beds were sweet and clean and well-provided with covering. Only Fabian could not drive from his memory -the conversation he had overheard take place from the pantry wiudow, and as he laid, his head upon his pillow he said earnestly to Anna, Why did thecpoktelimy uncle that no one had played the violin in the kitchen this evening, Anna?'' Lor' bless me What else would you have had her say ? If the had told the mute; it was you, there wouldn't have been a whole boue left in your body by this time, I warrant." "I shonl,1 thin knot! Wouldn't he have kicked you?" said Andy. But there is no wrong in it!" "Master don't wait foi wrong. It's the wrong in himself he punishes others for." Still it was a lie, and I wish she had not told It for me." You must loam to tell 'em for yourself, young- stpr," øaid Andy, or you won't be alive to tell any- thing at all this day month." True for you added Anna, as she took away the candle. Poor Fabian, bereft, puzzled, and supperless, lay in the dark for some time after Andl ew was fast asleep, wondering how he should live in a country where people stole and told lies, and excused themselves upon the score of necessity. f ',I (To be contin ued.) While a regiment was marching over a dusty road, in changing position on the field, a soldier noticed a cake of soap at a little distance, and sprang for. ward to get it, saying, "I shall need it after the fight." The shells of the enemy were falling thickly and just as the soldier seized the soap, one dropped close behind him and exploded, tearing open the earth, and nearly burying the poor fellow. Everyone supposed he wa.s blown to pieces, but he struggled out, begrimed with dirt from head to foot, but holding on to the soap, and exclaiming, There, I told you I should need it! A TRAGEDY IN TWO ACTS. ACT I. Boy, Gun; Joy! Fun ACT II. Gun, Bust; Boy, Dust. —American Paper. Americanadvertlsingagerlts have long been renowned for the ingenuity with which they turn celebrated personages or sensational topics -of the day to ac- count and the following paragraph published some time ago in a leading New York journal, may be taken as signal proof that they are still worthy of their old established reputation in this regard La Dame aux Camelias. Yesterday evening we all contemplated with horror the awful death of luck- lesa Marguerite Gauthier. That lovely sinner, re- presented in so masterly a manner by Mademoiselle Sarah Bernhardt, need not, however, have deceased so early in life if she had only made timely use of the celebrated 's Homoeopathic Specifics. Address, -—street, New York. Lose no time in applying. A perfect cure guaranteed in every case." This reminds one of the famous advertisement suggested by a Transatlantic performance of Macready in the cha- racter of the Prince of Denmark. "Hamlet and Laertes! No more deaths from poisoned sword. wounds. Try our infallible sub-cutaneous Wourali injections. Longfellow's Reaper checkmated at last As one of the most prominent young burglars of San Francisco was walking out of court the other day, just after having secured an acquittal regard- ing his latest job by a prompt and business-like "divvy" with the powers that be at the usual rates, a well-to-do but anxious-looking stranger touched his arm and beckoned him into a doorway. You are 'Teddy, the Ferret,' arn'tyou?" asked the gentleman, "the man who was tried to-day for safe-cracking." "Well, wot of it?" replied the housebreaker. Why, just this—you'll excuse me speaking so low—but the fact is I've come all the way from San Joaquin to look up a party in your line of business." "Have, eh?" "Yes, I—well—I've a little proposition to make to you." "Exllctly," said the Ferret, calmly "you're a bank cashier down in the foot-hills." "How did you know that? stammered the gentleman, much amazed. And your cash ^nd accounts are to be gone over by the directors on the 1st, and as you can't realise on your stocks you want me to gag you some time next week, shoot your hat full of holes, find the combination in your breast pocket-book, and go through the safe in the regular way." "Great heavens, man! how did you find all that out?" Why, I guessed it. It's the regular thinir, you know. Got three orders to attend to ahead of yours now. Lemme see. Can't do anything for you next week, but might give you Wednesday and Thurs- day of the week after. How'll that suit you?" The cashier said he thought he could make that do, and in less than five minutes they had struck a bargain and arranged the whole aSair. A sufferer called on a fashionable doctor for advice. "Tiy change of air," was the prescription. The sufferer was a special correspondent who had just completed professional journeys extending over 17,000 miles within eight months A quiet man was travelling a short time ago by rail, and was annoyed by the noise which two or three men in the same carriage were making. One of them had been telling tremendous stories about himself in a loud voice, and had tried once or twice to draw out the quiet man, but in vain. At last he turned to him and said, rather offensively, I fear, sir, that our noise has rather inconvenienced you?" "Not in the least," he replied. "I thought," returned the noisy man, that you did not seem interested by my stories." Quite the reverse, my dear sir," said the quiet one I was very much so—in fact, I am a bit of a liar myself." It has been calculated that the number of lucifer matches consumed in France is almost six per head per day, in England eight, and in Belgium nine. What is your business ?" pompously inquired the counsel. My business is to do what little good I can to my fellow men," modestly replied the doctor. "But that doesn't answer my question," gruffly re- marked the counsel. "How do you sptmd your time?" "Why, squire, it takes about all my time to do what I §aid," remarked the doctor. But I wint something more definite," stoutly demanded the co nisei. How do you go about your business ?" "That depends upon circumstances, according to the nature of the case," explained the doctor. For in. stance, if I were going to begin on you, the first thing I should do would be to advise ypu to sign a tempe- tMMptedee,"

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