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cuss our situation dispassionately, as I think I will go to Madeline Held for a mean to do. We have not known each day or two," she said; “I inade a halfother fairly before to-day, and our plan promise to visit her after your return." of life must be rearranged.”

“Where is Julia ?” It was a relief to walk forth, across

« In her bedroom. I have not seen the silent, sunny fields; and Joseph her. I knocked at the door, but there had learned to accept a slight relief as

was no answer.” a substitute for happiness. The feel- Joseph's trouble returned. “I will ing that the inevitable crisis was over see her myself,” he said, sternly; "she gave him, for the first time in months, forgets what is due to a guest.” a sense of liberation. There was still "No, I will go again," Lucy urged, a dreary and painful task before him, rising hastily; "perhaps she did not and he hardly knew why he should be hear me.” so cheerful ; but the bright, sweet cur- She followed him into the hall. rents of his blood were again in mo- Scarcely had he set his foot upon the tion, and the weight upon his heart first step of the staircase, when the was lifted by some impatient, joyous bedroom door above suddenly burst energy:

open, and Julia, with a shriek of mortal The tempting vision of Philip's val- terror, tottered down to the landing. ley, which had haunted him from time Her face was ashy, and the dark-blue to time, faded away. The angry tu- rings around her sunken eyes made mult through which he had passed them seem almost like the large sockappeared to him like a fever, and he ets of a skull. She leaned against the rejoiced consciously in the beginning railing, breathing short and hard. of his spiritual convalescence. If he Joseph sprang up the steps, but as could simply suspend Julia's active in- he approached her she put out her terference in his life, he might learn to right hand, and pushed against his endure his remaining duties. He was breast with all her force, crying out: yet young ; and how much strength “Go away! You have killed me!” and knowledge had come to him The next moment she fell, senseless, through sharpest pain, it was true — in upon the landing. a single year! Would he willingly re- Joseph knelt and tried to lift her. turn to his boyish innocence of the “Good God! she is dead !” he exworld, if that year could be erased from claimed. his life? He was not quite sure.

Yet “No," said Lucy, after taking Julia's his nature had not lost the basis of wrist, “it is only a fainting fit. Bring that innocent time, and he felt that he some water, Susan." must still build his future years upon The frightened woman, who had folit.

lowed them, rushed down the stairs. Thus meditating, he caught the obe- “ But she must be ill, very ill,” Lucy dient horse, led him to the barn, and continued. “This is not an ordinary harnessed him to the light carriage

Perhaps the violent excitewhich Julia was accustomed to use. ment has brought about some internal His anxiety concerning her probable injury. You must send for a physician demeanor returned, as he entered the as soon as possible.” house. The two servant-women were “ And Dennis not here! I ought both engaged, in the hall, in some not to leave her; what shall I do?sweeping or scouring operation, and “Go yourself, and instantly! The might prove to be very inconvenient carriage is ready. I will stay and do witnesses. The workmen in the new all that can be done during your abparlor — fortunately, he thought - were sence." absent that day.

Joseph delayed until, under the inLucy Henderson, dressed for the fluence of air and water, Julia began to journey, sat in the dining-room. “I recover consciousness. Then he un


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derstood Lucy's glance, the women ing that she could do nothing more, were present and she dared not speak, took her seat by the window and - that he should withdraw before Julia watched the lane, counting the seccould recognize him.

onds, one by one, as they were ticked He did not spare the horse, but the off by the clock in the hall. hilly road tried his patience.

Finally a horse's head appeared between two and three miles to the above the hedge, where it curved house of the nearest physician, and he around the shoulder of the hill: then only arrived, anxious and breathless, the top of a carriage, — Joseph at to find that the gentleman had been last! The physician's sulky was only called away to attend another patient. a short distance in the rear. Lucy Joseph was obliged to retrace part of hurried down and met Joseph at the his road, and drive some distance in gate. the opposite direction, in order to sum

“ No better, worse, I fear," she mon a second. Here, however, he was said, answering his look. more fortunate. The physician was

“ Dr. Hartman,” he replied, 66 Worjust sitting down to an early dinner, rall was away from home, thinks it which he persisted in finishing, as- is probably a nervous attack. In that suring Joseph, after ascertaining such case it can soon be relieved.” symptoms of the case as the latter was “I hope so, but I fancy there is able to describe, that it was probably danger.” a nervous attack, “a modified form of The doctor now arrived, and after hysteria." Notwithstanding he vio- hearing Lucy's report, shook his head. lated his own theory of digestion by “ It is not an ordinary case of hysteeating rapidly, the minutes seemed in- ria,” he remarked ; “let me see her at tolerably long. Then his own horse once.” must be harnessed to his own sulky, When they entered the room Julia during which time he prepared a few opened her eyes languidly, fixed them doses of valerian, belladonna, and other on Joseph, and slowly lifted her hand palliatives, which he supposed might be to her head. “What has happened to needed.

me ? ” she murmured, in a hardly audiMeanwhile, Lucy and the women ble whisper. had placed Julia in her own bed, and “ You had a fainting fit,” he anapplied such domestic restoratives as swered, “ and I have brought the docthey could procure, but without any en- tor. This is Dr. Hartman; you do couraging effect. Julia appeared to be not know him, but he will help you : conscious, but she shook her head tell him how you feel, Julia ! ” when they spoke to her, and even, so

“ Cold !” she said, “cold! Sinking Lucy imagined, attempted to turn it down somewhere ! Will he lift me away. She refused the tea, the laven- up ? " der and ginger they brought, and only The physician made a close examidrank water in long, greedy draughts. nation, but seemed to become more perIn a little while she started up, with plexed as he advanced. He adminisclutchings and incoherent cries, and tered only a slight stimulant, and then then slowly sank back again, insen- withdrew from the bedside. Lucy and sible.

the servant left the room, at his reThe second period of unconscious- quest, to prepare some applications. ness was longer and more difficult to “ There is something unusual here," overcome. Lucy began to be seriously he whispered, drawing Joseph aside. alarmed, as an hour, two hours, passed “She has been sinking rapidly since by, and Joseph did not return. Den- the first attack. The vital force is very nis was despatched in search of him, low: it is in conflict with some secret carrying also a hastily pencilled note enemy, and it cannot resist much lonto Madeline Held, and then Lucy, find- ger, unless we discover that enemy at



I will do my best to save her, white of egg,” — and the doctor hasbut I do not yet see how."

tened down to the kitchen. He was interrupted by a noise from Joseph walked up and down the the bed. Julia was vainly trying to room, wringing his hands. Here was rise : her eyes were wide and glaring. a horror beyond anything he had im“ No, no!” came from her lips, “I agined. His only thought was to save will not die! I heard you. Joseph, the life which she, in the madness of I will try -- to be different — but — I passion, must have resolved to take : must live - for that!”

she must not, must not, die now; Then her utterance became faint and and yet she seemed to be already in indistinct, and she relapsed into uncon- some region on the very verge of darksciousness. The physician re-exam- ness, some region where it was scarceined her with a grave, troubled face. ly possible to reach and pull her back. “She need not be conscious,” he said, What could be done? Human science “ for the next thing I shall do. I will was baffled ; and would God, who had not interrupt this syncope at once; it allowed him to be afflicted through her, may, at least, prolong the struggle. now answer his prayer to continue that What have they been giving her ?” affliction ? But, indeed, the word “af

He picked up, one by one, the few fiction” was not formed in his mind; bottles of the household pharmacy the only word which he consciously which stood upon the bureau. Last of grasped was “Life! life !” all, he found an empty glass shoved He passed by the bedside and gazed behind one of the supports of the mir- upon her livid skin, her sunken fea

He looked into it, held it against tures : she seemed already dead. Then, the light, and was about to set it down sinking on his knees, he tried to pray, again, when he fancied that there was if that was prayer which was the single a misty appearance on the bottom, as intense appeal of all his confused feel. if from some delicate sediment. Step- ings. Presently he heard a faint sigh; ping to the window, he saw that he she slightly moved ; consciousness was had not been mistaken. He collected evidently returning. a few of the minute granulations on the She looked at him with half-opened tip of his forefinger, touched them to his eyes, striving to fix upon something tongue, and, turning quickly to Joseph, which evaded her mind. Then she whispered :

said, in the faintest broken whisper: “She is poisoned !”

I did love you — I did- and do - love “Impossible !” Joseph exclaimed; you ! But

you — you hate me!” "she could not have been so mad!” A pang sharper than a knife went

“It is as I tell you! This form of through Joseph's heart. He cried, the operation of arsenic is very un- through his tears : “I did not know usual, and I did not suspect it; but what I said ! Give me your forgivenow I remember that it is noted in the

ness, Julia! Pardon me, not because books. Repeated syncopes, utter ner- I ask it, but freely, from your heart, vous prostration, absence of the ordi- and I will bless you ! nary burning and vomiting, and signs She did not speak, but her eyes softof rapid dissolution ; it fits the case ened, and a phantom smile hovered exactly! If I had some oxy-hydrate upon her lips. It was no mask, this of iron, there might still be a possibil- time : she was sacredly frank and true. ity, but I greatly fear — ?

Joseph bent over her and kissed her. “Do all you can!” Joseph inter- “O Julia !” he said, “why did you rupted. “She must have been insane! do it? Why did you not wait until I Do not tell me that you have no anti- could speak with you ? Did you think dote!”

you would take a burden off yourself “We must try an emetic, though it will now be very dangerous. Then oil, Her lips moved, but no voice came.

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or me?"

He lifted her head, supported her, and The doctor stepped up softly and looked bent his ear to her mouth. It was like at her. Then, seating himself on the the dream of a voice :

bed beside Joseph, he laid his hand “1- did - not mean

upon her heart. For several minutes There it stopped. The doctor en there was silence in the room. tered the room, followed by Lucy.

Then the doctor removed his hand, “ First, the emetic," said the former. took Julia's head out of Joseph's arms,

“For God's sake, be silent!” Joseph and laid it softly upon the pillow. cried, with his ear still at Julia's lips. She was dead.

Bayard Taylor.




'ENIUS is no more a matter of ac native of Cologne and of German lin


cident than the rising of the sun; eage. This grandfather's tendencies for though genius dazzle with the un were likewise in the direction of art. expected brilliancy of a comet, like the He found congenial employment in polcomet it has its regular orbit, and when ishing court-suit buttons and in making the science of art has been discovered, sword-handles, the latter of which ocas it will be ere the dawn of the mil cupations was not scorned by Benvelennium, the world will know the cause nuto Cellini. as well as the effect of human great The alphabet of art having been ac

quired by Fechter’s grandparents, it Blood tells under all circumstances, was not strange that they should beand never has it told a more straight queath greater abilities to their chilforward story than in the character of dren. Jean Maria Fechter was not Charles Albert Fechter, in whose an only an excellent sculptor, but a born cestors we see the beginnings of him comedian, who, however, confined his self. It is not a little significant that acting to private life ; while his wife, his mother bore the kingly name of Re whom he married in Lisle, was more gis, with which name, too, royalty took than usually gifted. Though unedpersonal interest, it being an old Pied ucated, she possessed literary and armontese custom that the king should tistic tastes, writing verses and stostand sponsor to the twelfth child of ries of considerable feeling and deftly any of his subjects. Now it happened turning her fingers to account by the that Fechter's maternal grandfather was manufacture of artificial flowers. She the twenty-first of twenty-six children, would take the delicate, almost impalconsequently the king became god pable tissue that lines the shells of father to his twelfth and twenty-fourth eggs, and, fashioning it into roses, would great-grand-uncles! Italian by birth, simultaneously color and scent them this grandfather was equally Italian in with rose - water. But these flowers his profession of carver, yet not so were too fragile for mortal use, so MaItalian but he could make his home in dame Fechter resorted to stouter maFlanders, where Fechter's mother, Ma- terial. Born of Piedmontese parents, ric Angélique Regis, was born. Ar- she spoke no Italian, very little Flemcachon, France, was the birthplace of ish, and adopted the language of her his father, Jean Maria Guillaume Fech husband's chosen home. France. ter, his paternal grandfather being a Yet Gallic as was Fechter père in

all his feelings, he never became natu- tains to this day. Of the four, Charles ralized. Receiving an offer from Storr Kemble, with his charmingly natural and Mortimer, the great jewellers of acting, was his favorite, and VandenEngland, to take the position of the hoff his 6 cold blanket.” Wallack well-known sculptor Tamissier, whose made a great impression upon him, unfortunate habits had rendered him and Macready delighted him in “Wilunfit for work, Jean Fechter moved liam Tell.” But the artist of all others from Paris to London, where, in Han- whom he worshipped was no other way Yard, Oxford Street, Charles Al- than Malibran. She often held her bert Fechter was born October 23, young lover on her knee, little know-, 1824. He was the youngest but one of ing the amount of sentiment she had thirteen children, eleven of whom died inspired in an eight-year-old boy. in infancy. With artistic proclivities on Poor Malibran ! that she with her great both sides of the house, with the hot heart and great genius should have blood of Italy, the speculative blood married a great brute and died negof Germany strongly impregnated with lected! French verve flowing through his veins, Sent to Templeton's College at the age it is not strange that Charles Fechter, of eight, Fechter stood very well, show" the man without a country," should ing great aptitude for Greek and Latin, belong to all the world, which Shake- great fondness for history, although he speare tells us is the stage. Learn- never could retain a name or a date, ing to read at a very early age, his and despising every branch of mathepassion for the drama evinced itself matics. Largely endowed with imagiin devotion to Shakespeare ; the plays nation, young Fechter entertained his of Hamlet, Othello, and Macbeth be teachers with marvellous stories of ading especial favorites, and in peculiar venture, and, magnetizing them as he theatrical monologues. Appropriating has since magnetized larger audiences, garments belonging to his parents, the in more romantic situations, enjoyed youthful Roscius was in the habit of their favor to an unusual extent. Of retiring to an unoccupied room, where, course a lad of Fechter's mettle could after locking the door, he blackened not but be attractive to the bullies of his nose and arrayed himself in mot- his school, who, true to their prerogaley attire. Thus, half-way 'twixt man tive, set upon him in numbers and and woman, he spouted and strutted, nicknamed him “ French frog.” Stung to the great terror of the mice and the to the quick by this taunt, Fechter reinfinite satisfaction of himself. During sented it, but, fighting single-handed, these private exhibitions Fechter ded- was always worsted. Only come on icated his energies to tragedy, but, one at a time, and I 'll whip every one being endowed with great vivacity, re- of you,” said Fechter; but no, the bullieved himself when off duty by jump- lies preferred to attack him in a body, ing on chairs and tables, drawing cari- and so the “French frog” vowed vencatures, and playing monkey for the geance. Waylaying the leading persedelectation of visitors. Not content cutor one day, he so thoroughly whipped with his own interpretation of imagina- his adversary that the bullies cried ry heroes, Fechter's passion frequent- “ quits,” and ever after treated the ly overcame Fechter's conscience, and “ French frog” like a true Briton. many of his father's valuable coins England, with all its virtues, was not were secretly disposed of in order that, France to Fechter père, who in 1830 like a bad little cherub, he might sit once more found himself in Paris ; but up aloft among the gods of Drury Lane. the Revolution came, and the unhappy There Fechter feasted his eyes and sculptor was again driven across the ears on Macready, Charles Kemble, Channel. Though but six years old, the elder Vandenhoff and the elder Fechter remembers seeing the great Wallack, recollections of whom he re- Mademoiselle George act, and being

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