to-day, determined to speak to you. I have news for you. I, too, had a letter from him, saying he should be home to-day; but I got it last night, and this morning brings me a note from Lina, who is staying with my aunt, and constantly meets the Heytesburys and George. There is her letter; read it for yourself." Laura pushed the offered letter from her. Oh, are you a woman," she said, "that you can thus torture me? I never did you any harm." "You did; you did; he is fickle, vain. I know all his faults, but I love him only all the more for them. He might-he would have come back to me but for you. So you will not take the letter? It is all the same; you cannot escape hearing what is in it. Lina tells me that George gives the last dinner of the season at Richmond to-day; it is quite an impromptu affair, given at Adelaide's request. And what does it matter to him that you should be disappointed, so long as his new fancy is pleased ?" "If you will not be silent, I shall stop the carriage and leave it; it can take you home, and come back for me. I shall wait in one of those cottages." "Do, and see how pleased George will be at such an exhibition. Do you think the world has been taken in by your downcast eyes and nunlike placidity? Not a bit of it. Your platonic friendship with Lord Serle has been well ventilated. Do you think that no one is aware of Lord Serle's having been down here within the last few weeks? The whole country knows it." "Your words and gestures are those of an insane woman," said Laura. "You may say what you please, I shall not answer a word.” "You cannot-you know you are in my power." Laura bent back, white and still, her breath coming in gasps, her eyes closed; and Magdalen, who was still more enraged by the passive endurance of her companion, lost the last remnant of womanly reticence which clung to her, and, with a wild light in her flushed face, she seized Laura's wrist, crushing it painfully in her strong grasp, and bent over her. It was only a few words she said, but when that hissing whisper reached Laura's ear, she sprang up, and, with the cry of a creature tortured beyond endurance, pulled the check-string as if she would have broken it. The coachman pulled in his high-mettled horses so suddenly that the carriage went backwards several yards. "Stop! stop!" cried Laura; "let me out. I shall walk back to those cottages we passed some minutes since. When you have left Miss Heathcote at her house you can come back for me.' Magdalen caught at her dress, but with a movement of utter loathing Laura, now quite transported out of herself, shook her garments free from the other's grasp. The men looked in doubt and astonishment from the ladies to each other, but Laura went on: "Let me out. Do you not hear me? Oh, let me out at once!" In another moment the footman had the carriage door open, and his mistress, placing her shaking hand on his shoulder, put her foot on the first step, when the impatient horses started and swerved. Laura, dizzy with excitement, swayed for a second, and the next she was lying on her face on the hard road, where she had been thrown with frightful violence. Miss Heathcote leaped down as lightly as a bird, and assisted to raise the prostrate girl. The coachman could not leave his horses, and the footman was so terrified that he was almost useless. "Don't stand staring and shivering there, man!" exclaimed Magdalen. "Do you think I can raise her without help? What are you shaking for? She will do well enough, there is no fear." "Ma'am, I am afraid she is dead. Oh, what shall we do ?" "Do! hold her in your arms while I settle those cushions and shawls. There now, lay her gently down-so. Get home as slowly as you can make the horses go, so as not to shake her more than can be avoided. I will go back to those cottages, and send some one for a surgeon." "But, ma'am, my mistress is dead." "She is not dead, idiot! Are you so frightened for a little blood ?" "She lies so still." "Get home, I order you. Stay, sit in the carriage, and hold her so as to prevent her being shaken out of that position." "I dare not while she lies like that," answered the man, doggedly. "I will run to the cottages for water." And away he went. Miss Heathcote found a smelling-bottle in the pocket of the carriage, and opening Laura's bonnet-strings so as to give more air, applied the strong essence to the poor young creature's nostrils, and finding that of no avail, poured some on her own fingers, and rubbed the temples and hands of her hated rival, but nothing had any power to restore animation to the rigid and motionless form. The footman came back, attended by a gaping crowd of women and girls, all alive with excitement. The water they brought was dashed on Laura's face and hands, but still she lay with no sign of life save the slow welling of the blood from her mouth. "Home at once! We are only losing time," rang out Magdalen's voice. "Please, ma'am, would it not be better if you went in the carriage with my mistress, and I will see about the surgeon ?" "No, I shall not go; do as you are bid." And the footman entered the carriage, while Magdalen turned to send some of the people to the village, where they could easily get a conveyance which would soon take them to the town where the surgeon lived, and which was about two miles off. "I have no money with me. You can call at Heathcote Park, and you shall be well paid," she said, as she gathered her habit over her arm, and went off down a by-lane which would cut off at least a mile from the distance between her and home. The horses were tolerably quieted now, and as they went along, the footman said: "This here's a bad day's work for us, Mason. There's been some awful row, and that one" (pointing backwards with his thumb) "is mad, if ever I see a mad one." "What d'ye mean, Griffin ?" "I mean this, that she" (again pointing back) "talked and talked to my mistress, and she" (indicating Laura) "seemed not to want to hear, and at last she cried out to be let away. Mark me, there's something bad at the bottom of it." Still without sense or visible life, Laura was brought home and carried to her own chamber, and the house was filled with a terror behind which gloomed the shadow of death. THE MERCHANT OF ODENSE. BY WILLIAM JONES. I. OLAF BAGER had plenty of cash, He had plenty of houses, plenty of land, The good man had no notion of self, When weeds of sorrow had cursed the ground. Blest the gold manna thus timely scatter'd, As he open'd his heart, his purse, and his gate. Olaf Bager was loyal-his coffers wide Were always a long time overdue, Till scarcely a Christian, much less a Jew, The King was grateful in some degree, At one of these feasts King Frederick sate, Heavens, what a dish!" the King exclaim'd; A golden censer to Olaf was brought, Then Olaf approach'd with a smiling face, Years roll'd apace, still the merchant throve; Sudden and unforeseen was the fall, Friends had betray'd him, not few, but all; "His means," they said, "had been lavishly spent On schemes of pride and ambition bent, Else why had he aided a thriftless king, Ingratitude cuts like a keen-edged sword, Refused him a pittance, though few his wants, Sorrowing, like Lear, o'er his graceless brood, "Fortune," he says, with a tranquil smile, "Beyond the sea I have debtors still, "You see, my children," the merchant said, For my heart is weary, my limbs are weak; Shall have for reward what this chest contains." What transports fell on the father's ears! (Though his secret scorn he could scarce conceal). "No choice is left where such ardours burn, I will visit each one,” he said, “in turn." III. The merchant his "short lease" long survived, "Dear, good old man, how kind to the last!" A parchment scroll to the lid is bound, |