Rev. J. I. WARD, Assistant Editor.

PRICE ONE CENT.
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Mississippi rolled past within couple of


hundred yards from where stood, offering
a high road for all this superAuous luxuli-
ance to the markets of the world II was
a glowing scene, and gralifed the sense as
well as the soul with peculiar beauty. |
gazed for several minutes over the fair land
scape, which, operating as narcotic, almos,
put my senses TO sleep. Presently the voice
Of my friend broke upon my waking dream.


"You see my plantation-.is is it not fine
one ?n


''The finest ever saw


81 was born upon tit was my ia
ther'sn


$50 have UNDERSTOOD


'Ten years ago that plantation wa.
pledged"


"Pledged How


<.Pledged to the devil that would now
warn you against and il, owner
was left, soul and body, within one step
of ruin! ~


81 have never heard


"No--you never heard. You have not
mixed withmy former associates in New
Orlsans--nor have seen them But you
shall hear, listen'


D'AnviIle removed his broad leaf pana-
ma from as noble forehead as Nature ev-
er chseled-swayed it several times across
his face by way Of tanning himself, and
proceeded.


lam now thirty-fve. Fifteen years ago
had completed my education in Paris, and
returned home to see the remains of nv
last relative, my father, deposited beneath
yonder willow, and to And myself rhe un.
controlled possessor Of all estate worth
nearly two hundred thousand dollars. Five
miles up the river, on the same side, was
the estate aud chateau Of Lasalle He had
originally emigrated from France along
with my father, and had become rich by
the same honest means. He had an only
Louise. We had been
play,nates previous TO my departure for Eu-
-ope. While we were both children, and
before leaving Louisiana for the frat time,
The face Of the beautiful child had buried
us image on my heart Six years Of gay
dissipation IN the precincts Of Palais Roy
ale did effacc that image and often as
lay upon sleepless couch, did | think of
my own little creole in the fair Southwest
of our last parting by her fathers oran-
gerry; OF the pressure, the full eye, the
iushed cheek, and the pouting lip, that
would have given the world to have kissed,
md of the thousand things that filtered
ike sunbeams over the sea Of memory


thought of these and | lopged TO return.


"With such disposition during my alb
cence, you will easily believe that after nv
ny return was not long in visiting the
Of Pierre Lasalle. Irushed through
he parterre-the old man was on the pi-
zza. He shook me warmly by the hand
Where" shouted |, "where is my little
Marie ?" "Litte Marie 7" repeated he,
aughing /; and entering the house, he re-
urned, not, with the pretty child of ten
ears that was wont TO gaze upon with
oy'sh emotion, but lovely girl approach
ng the full development of womanhood.;
till it was Marie Louise. had never be-
ore looked on loveliness. She was perfec-
ed In statue goddess-an angel in iea-
ure, with an eye that created love wher-
yer its chances fell. need not tell YOU of
he strange emotions then experienced


loved, doubted and feared for until this
noment it never occurred to nae that Marie
night have been wooed and won bv spoth-
r-and another was present. A certain
;ount D'Orville, Frenchman, was intro
uced to me. He seemed to be great ia
'orite with Marie's maiden aunt.


"But few days passed before fouudls
opportunity of conversing with Marie Lou.
se alone, for visited the house of Pierre


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