From the Geld Water Fountsin.
THE LAST DOLLAR.
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"Francis, you still drink it is danger
Gus practice"


"Oh, merely dash now and then--it is
nothing more.'


81 say it is in these little dashes and ju-
lips that the danger lies; they pass the Bit
ter poison over the palate that would else
remain untainted"


"But, D'Anville, have taken glass So
and.so these ten years, and where's the
evil can never become drunkard."


81 tell you, Francis, you do not know the
hold it has taken upon YOU"


"How: :"


"I observed, Francis, while the beat was
taking in my cotton, how often you went to
the bar" 1# ..


''But they were old acquaintance the
clerk and the captain i have not seen them
for several months"


"Ah, Francis, do not deceive me; there
was that in your manner that reminded me
of my own downward career"


"Your downward career!"


had known my friend for about five
years; had made his acquaintance under
peculiar circumstances in the city of New
Orleans, where he was represented to me
as one of the most wealthy and enter
prising planters on the river, and where
| always knew him as a strictly temperate
man-and what he could have meant by
his downward career, ] could not guess;
for five years at least it had been an upward
one. He was now worth half million;
| had heard, moreover, that this was the
plantation upon which he was born, and
in fact, he came into the world the pro-
prietor of $150,00O.


.Step forward to the front of the piazza"
said D'Anville, apparently without needing
my surprise.


We sat in the verandah of a beautiful
mansion. arose, as he desired, and walk
ed forward to the bamboo railing of the
high piazza


"WeIl! !"


"Cast your eyes over the plantation"


looked abroad over the tops of the or
ange trees. To the right as far as the eye
could take in, fields of sugar cane were
waving their golden plumes in the sun;
on the other side, broad flats Of rice, in full
blooming, heaved to and fro under light
summer wind, and glistened like sea ofI
silver. In the rear, fields of cotton and
green maize, and patches Of yams and me-
Ions stretched away smiling and sunny, un-
til in the distant background, at least three
miles from the village, rose the dark out
line ot,he cypress woods, grand and gloomy,
and resembling some vast mountain sierra
1t was scene rich and radient with plea
sure and prosperity, and bore evidence of
pr'ncsly wealth on the part Of its propri-
etor.


counted at least three hundred Iaborers
at work in the fields, dressed in their broad
palmetto hats and sky blue jackets, while
nearly an equal number Of women and chill
dren were seen Of work among their huts.
or seated under the shade Of the dark date
trees that grew around The waters Of the