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agItated countenance, resumed:

 1 know what you read upon my brow, Isabel, but it is certainly f"rtv-five years since first beheId the light of day /; l was born in wigwam, my father was Cana dian fur-trader, my mother an lndian.'

 At these words both Isabel and myself gave an involuntary start which could not escape his notice.

 red man, the first possessor of the soil, runs in my veins, and am prouder of that title to nobility, than if, like my gentle bride, l. could trace my descent from one of the great Norman robbers. My father sent me to Paris for my education, but was soon wcaried of books, and sought to study men. A life of adventure, such as rarely falls to the let of an individual in modern times, has been mine. l married when scarcely more than mere boy, and my wife and son lived in luxury and splen- dor on rich estate in one of the West India islands, while T-no matter. this is not the time to speak of my coarse of life. My wife and son arc both gone to a better world; and am now lone and solitary man, but there is debt due me which you. my gentle bride, must pay.'

 His eyes g'ared iercely upon her as he spoke, but when Isabel raised her fearful eyes to his face, he banished all trace of his emotion as by single effort, and with the sweet looks and Ionicd words oflove- 1 like Embellishments, sought to soothe her troubled feelings.

 Now tell me, Isabel said he, after a pause, 'are you still willing to wed the stranger, with the taint of Indian blood in his veins, and for aueht you know, the stamp of Cain upon his brow?'

 'WaIter Mor,on,' replied Isabel, solemn Iy as slc stopped his lips to his broad fore head, if the brand of Cain were written upon that brow in characters of blood, would not believe your crime had stamped it there.'

 For moment Morton seemed touched and soflened. Come, my lsabel,' said he, we are growing too serious let us seek a gayer theme. Tell me your early days 1; did you never meet one whom you once loved as you now even love Walter Nor ton?' sNever!'

 If this little cabinet of yours could be nnseaIed. Isabel, would it not tell some tales of l"vers' vows?' asked Morton, as he laid his hand on her writing desk.

 Look for yourself, Walter, said Isabel, smiling, as she touched spring and opened the desk.

 Glad that the conversation had taken a gayer turn, ] placed the cabinet on the ta- ble and insisted that Isabel should examine and burn her love sNTS5 sns ir.aas. prese~ce "t her lover. Laug..mg. she consented and as we tossed over many letter which contained the genuine outpourings of alfec- ton, Isabel sketched many an amusing pie ture ofthe writers. We had already given many to the flames, when Col. Morton took np bundle of papers tied together and labelled Poetry." They were the verses of the unfortunate Ernest Leclerc, and fearing lest the painful story should be revived, l hurriedly threw them into Isa- bel's lap, but not before Morton had seen the handwriting. As Isabel flung them in j.. to the blazing pile, Morton dated for ward and snatchcd them from the flames. Seriously alarmed and vexed, Isabel strove t" obtain them, but he was as rosolute in retaining possession,' until, dreading to cx- cite hIs curiosity by her apparent desire 10 conceal them, Isabel promised to read them aloud if he would return them.

 Morton accordingly placed ;he scorched papers on the table, and Isabel, drawing one from the parcel, commenced reading. But anxious to disarm Col Morton of any suspicious to which her anxiety to secure the papers might have given rise, she paused and drew a most ludicrous picture of her poelical lover. She depicted his timidty. his awkwardness, his exaggerated sentiment, his morbid sensibilty; and while reading the poem, which happened to be his lament for his mother, she mimicked his nervous gestures and peculiar tone ofvoice Shocked at her cruel mockery of the dead, had not thought of Col. Morton, but when l looked towards him, the expression of his countenance was almost demoniacal Put ting his handkerchief to his lip, which was bleeding profnsely, for he had almost bit- ten 1t through, he pleaded sudden illness and withdrew, but the papers disappeared with him.

 On the night appointed for the wedding a large and brilliant party was assembled. I The apartments were decorated in a style of unparalleled magnifcence, and every thing displayed the union of wealth and taste.- The clergyman who was to o(ficiate on the occasion was already in wai!ing- and the bridesmaids were attired in their costly array--the groomsmen had joined US in the ante-roon,, and nothing was wanting to complete the arrangements but the pres- ence oft bridegroom.

 The hour appointed for the marriage | was seven o'clock. but minute afier minute