The New York Herald Newspaper, September 28, 1868, Page 8

8 ‘SHIPPING NEWS. Almanac for New York—Tule Day. Ban rises....... 5 58} Moon seté...morn 2 46 Bun sets........ 5 48 | High water..morn 5 50 PORT OF NEW YORK, SEPTEMBER 27, 1868, Herald Packages. Captains and ‘Pursers of Vessels arriving at this port will please deliver all packages intended for the HRRALD to our Fegularly aut! orized agents who are attached to our Steam Yacht fleet. The New York Associated Press do not now eollect ma;ine reports nor attend to the delivery of packages, ‘an will be seen by the following extract from the proceedings @f the r/ gular monthly meeting held March 8, 1868:— Ress ived, That on and after April 1, 1868, the Associated ‘Press, will discontinue the collection of si ip news in the ‘Bart or of New York. Pansed uoantmously, gr The ollice of the Herald steam yachts JaNRs and JV ANNETTE is at Whiteball slip, Ht communications fom @nere and consignees to the masters of inward bound Weasels will be forwarded (ree of charge, ARRIVALS, REPORTED BY THE HERALD STRAM YAC"rs. Steamship Sherman, Henry, New Orleans Sept 19,5 PM. and’ SW Pass 2th, 8AM, with indee and puesensers, to Sara Movens. Was detained dutside the bar eight hours on ac- ount of thick weather, ‘Steamship Hermann Livingston, Eaton, Savannah, Sept 24, with mndse and passengers, to Ly Fox & Co. 25th, i miles SW of Frying Pan Shou » Charles ton, hence for Charl of Cape jen Rarnes, s lon 7440), passed schr Jultus Steamship Monterey, Passengers, to Arthur Leary. Steamship Acushnet, Kelly, New Bedford, with mdge and wasenzers, to Fergusob & Brig Mary Curly (Br), ‘Wo master. + Brig at the SW Spit a Brig Birchard & Torrey, Frisbee, Providence for Philadel- nd N. Charleston, with mdse and Davin, Glace Bey, 0 days, with com Slipper, Boston for Philadelphia, is anchored W'sebr Edith, Wheeler, Havre, 25 days, with mdne, to Boyd & joken, Had light weaterly winds to the Banks; since easterly winds, fog and rain. Kehr John, Fields, Wilmington, NC, 8 duys, with nava stores to FS’ Powell Schr Florence H Allen, Buller, Wilmington, NC, 6 days, wih naval stores, to Beutley, Miller & Thomas. Schr Conservative, Boyd, Wiluington, NC, 25 days. with maval stores, to Jones, Smith & Co.. Schr Ken Bowl ‘Me, anchored at ut Dsebr JT Boys, Bebr D WV Tallabasser, Yorktown, Va, for Machais, RW Sot, andrla for Boston, er, Philadelphia for Newport, Fobr Mary Weaver, Weaver, Philadelphia for Salem, Mass. eb: HW MoColley, Hubbard, Philadelphia for Lynn, Mass. Scar White Swan, Hawking, Calais, 7 days, with umber to Gorham, Boardman & ( ‘Schr Volant, McFarland, @ischarged. ‘Behr Raven, Parker, Ban, Hope, Farn e, Yalaie via Providence, where via New Hav ocklund, 6 di la, Morey, Rockland, 6 en. vs, with lime to days, with lime to WS Brown & Co. B Schr Amanda Powers, Robinson, Rockland, 4 days, with Sime to Pressy & Co. Behr Adelia Cole, Hamilton, Portland, Me, 4 Baber to Brown « Co. ‘Sehr Willie Martin, Noyes, Portland, Me, 5 days, with Jum. days, with Ho yoke & Murray. i Kni.bt, Wells, Boston for Rondout. Hiamne, ‘nish, Boston for Eiizabethport, ®ehr Loper, Penny, New Bedtord for Elizabethport, Sobr J P Collins, Mapes, New Bedford. Bohr Foam, Turher, Hatwich. Sehr John A Dix, Doane, Harwicb. Behr Ida, Phillips, Taunton. ob Diatlem, Chase, Fall River. Sehr Chan hot, Terry, Fall River for Eliz br Daniel Brown, Grinnell, Fall River for ¢ ort, orgetown, hr Nausett, Davis, Pawtucket, br John S Sawyer, Hall, Pawtucket, Bebr Gen Warren, Benson, Pawtucket BSeur Kate Seranton, Palmer, Pros Rchr Forest Home, Thorne, Providence tor Philadelphia, Schr Wesimorelant, Kice, ‘Providence for Phila/leljita, Behr Alida, Eaton, Providence for Elizabeth port Schr Aun Shepard Bowditch, Providence. en 8 for Elizabethport, er. nee. idence for Elizabeth rovidence for Elizabethport, Providence for Port Johnson. rt Joumnen. , Providence. In, Baker, Wickford. Sche James B Cunbingham, Koath, N Kehr Thos PC Sobr Morning Li Sehr M F Webb, Bebr John Wright, Hall, Hartfor Sehr J D Thompson, Davis, Bohr Agnes Repilier, Ly: Sehr Abby Weld, Hutte Bear 8 W Wright, Davis, arte for Blizabethport low. rd. r Philadelphia. orwich, Norwich for Flirabethport, orwieh for Sehr Lady Antrim, Day jorwie Bebr Readin, No 4, mnlin, New Haven. Rehr © C Go n, Curtis, New Haven f Schr Richard Law, Law, Stonington, hr ony Freemans Urligeport f chr Robert Sunitis, riland, Cr. Bebr Trimmer, Hodgdon, Portiand, Ot. Benr Wm mi, Lewis, Portlan Sehr Wm Gray, Clark, Bortland, Ct Bebr W D Brainard, Hall, Portiand, Wind at sunset NE, foggy, Marine Disasters. Suir AUROKA, at Philadelphia from Rotterdam, rep ‘Wh ait, tas 45 15, lon 11 40, wht! laying to m @ heavy gale, sdrung a leak, and wed that a bolt was started, making 4) sof water per hour since that time; up tot Banks bad heavy westerly gales, and from thence to port bi Laght southerly and easterly winds. On the’ Banks, spoke tish- fing sebre Profit, of Piymouth; Agate, aud Charite Mayo, both of Provincetown. BARK ASHORE—Absecom, NJ, Sept 26 There ts a large bark ashore on Brigantine Shoals. Bure SONNY SourH, from Philadelphia for Bremen, be- reported struck by lightning off © rand burned to “ige, had a cargo consixting of 111,450 gal beazine. we registered 849 tons, was builtin Kingston, NB, fo 1°87, and hailed from St John, NB, Sour J KE Siam ‘MWAb inst in 9 fathor sunk off Cape Pore i, Miscelinneous. We are judedted to the parser of the # Sherman, ship ip Herman Livingston, from Savannah, has our thanks for favors. Notice to Mariners, : nun 6 INTENDED ALLERATION EN TUE + CRY WEES THE NORTH FORF priner side of chantels entering will be marked. by bla ‘only, and the port side by black or red buoys, or striped vertically with white, Middle Grounds wi marked by black or red buoys, with white bands or borizow tal stripes. It is to he observed color, either » during the month to bisek and altered. from red and white cheek plone ta back and white striped vertically with # Knoll will be altered from black to black white white vertionl mm red to tha Brake will be altered from ped and white check ered,to black nid while checkered. The Konth Brake will } Hivou red with globe te my red te ime ane white {from + to black and 1 be A white ver will he altere m black woite che wok (ear | ¢ altered from black and white bands fered frum red with triangle to weithont bemean with St Andrew's tron k with giote | OBIN ALLEN, Secretary Foreign Ports. Bry, Brovgh, wid Seca tekering, te yp Metinive , ¢ es thereon Mery inv Korina, Pearson, aod Wirhiatny vie 9, Sebitier, Min NEW ‘YORK HERALD, MONDAY, ‘SEPTEMBER 28, 1868. (Br), Brown, | RLESTO 4—Cleared, brig Selo glateas eke Ror Foster, a Deveresinn, Boston. ALVESTON, Sept Glekved, bark ‘Navaso@, Haske, a eared. Brita Davis, Li 5 Owen, apt, 4 |OLMES' HOLE, Sept 35, PM--Arrived, brige Abstainer (Br, Pelton, Windace for NYoes | Manean for Wi Del; achrs B Gillespie (Br), for Windsor Sarah Merril Rowe, do for Glouceslar 1 bert T ‘reat, do ; Gen SOD, Elfzabethport for Bipmouth; Watton, Corbett, Phiiadelphis for ‘ner; Freddie L Porter, Small, Boston for Phi - hia; 8'T King, Clendenin; Stariight, Blatchford, and A H Towser, ‘Cook, Calais for NYork; Billow, Grifn, Franklin for Jed—Rrig 4 W Drisko; schrs Valhalla, Z A Paine, 9 L pee ete Marie dE Simmons, Montana, Wave. Crest, J Wenyer, M L Vankitk, Florence Nowell, Hattie Paige, Edwin Reed, Emma R Porier, Maggie P Smith, D Gitford, Leman Blew! Hope, Henry Le Biane, HB NeCauley, Emily Fowler, Charleston, Isaac Baker, Frank & Nellie. ‘26th, AM--Sailed, brigs Abstainer {Bry Mansanilla; schrs Cherub, Challenge, Crescent Lodge, Hand, Freddie L Porter, Wm J Doughty, 8T King, & B Sawyer, Billow, Star Light. NEW ORLPANS, Sept 22—Arrived, ship Hansa, Wicke, Liverpool. Below ship Antoinette, Rosenue, from Liverpool ; hr Welcome, Blohm, from Turke Islands, NORFOLK, Sept 25"-Sailed, schr Broadileld, Crowell, New Yorks having reratred, PHILADELPHIA, Sept 26, AM—Arrived, schrs Gov Bur- ton, Ludlam, and RH Shannon, Dilke, ‘Boston; Hunter, Crane, Dighton; Jane © McShain, Gibbs, Bridgeport. Cleared—Bris Shannon, Sawyer, schr Gov Burton, Ladiam; R © Thomas, Crockeit; b Faust,’ Lord; JT Aibur- ger, Corson; 8 H Crdy, Wood; Bay State, Seabury; E 8 Gra- ham, Smith; J W Vanneraan, Sharp, and N H Magee (new, 241 tons), Ketchum, do; DS Mershon, Ayres, Chelsea ; Job: Shay, Tilton, Salem ; McKee, Wister, Portsmout! nesses, Creed, Cala: ttie Beard, Perry, New Bi: Cerro Gordo, Hodgdon, Haverhill; Reading) KR No dan, Norwich; Realing RR No 48, Ross, di PORTLAN opt 25— Arrived, barks Triumph, McFarland, Torks Islands;'L T Stocker, Biber, Philadelphia; § W Hol: brook, Small, NYork; brigs'Geo Buiraham, MeLetlany and J D Lincoln, Merryman, Philadelphia; schr Undaunted, Brack- ett, Boothbay for Norfolk. Cleared-Bark Archer, Tibbett 08 Ayres. SATILLA MILLS, Sept 20—Artived, brig Abby Ellen, Or- eutt, NYork, SAVANNAH, Sept 23 Arrived, bark Rachel, Mitchell, Car- rig Medusa (Br), Coupland, Liverpool. ford; 42, Ro- * * * DR. J. 1. SCHENCK’S SEA WEED TONIC FOR THE CURE OF DYSPEPSIA. ‘This remedy is composed of compound preparation of a common weed, growing rlong the seashore, and is a certain and infallible remedy for the cure of Dyspepsia. Nearly every person {s more or less alfticted with Dyapep- sia or some of the diseases connected with it, and itis with feelings of pleasnre that Dr. Schenck ean announce to all such ‘the discovery of the virtue of Sea Weed, which Jn juat the remedy for, their ailments, Dyspepsia ‘and the many digeases arising from it are caused by the deficient se- cretion of the gustric juices, and weakness of the powers of the atomach,. ‘The effect of the Sea Weed Tonte a felt soon after tt te taken, as {t supplies at once the principles of the de- ficient gastric jhice, and the food is digested natnrally, In fact, the Tonicso nearly resembles the natural gastric juice that'chemists even tind diliicuity in distinguishing them. It gives tone and strengthens the stomach, thua enabling it to seorete the proper quantity and quality of gastric juice, aud Dyspepsia and all its diseases disappear. Tt ina well known fact that noue suffer like the dyspeptic; for in addition to the dyspepsia there ts often either head- che, sour and sick, stomach, pain in the side, palpitations of the beart, chills and fever, gravel, disease of the kidneys, us weakness and tremors, general’ debility, faintness, of appetite, bad taste, fever, stoppages in females, all or exch of them arising from a disordered state of the stomach ; and here ia. a remedy that will cure all this train of diseases. Now, Dyspectic, will you avail yourself of this remed; so trifling a cost, or will you still suter on? The choice iswith youto make. The eed Tonle is a pleasant bit- ters, giving a person a good appetite and good is put up in quart botiles, and always agrees with the stomach, Whenever the bowel are costive, the tongue furred, or the complexion sallow, afew of Schenck’s Man- drake Pills are to be used. A 2 , for Elizabetaport. — | Sept ME -Arrived, SRM) Nove sootinn , Sept 120M, Merour, Mandrick ee sy for Harabarg. American Ports. BORTON, Sept 26, AM solr A Hales, Philadelphia Cleareh -Sieamshine Oriental, Snow, New Orienne Gms iid, Howes, Baltimore via Norfolk : barks Char rie, | App Lemuel, Howes, Nyork; echre Helen Mar, Ballimore; James Martin, Faller, do; & indelphia ; GL, Lewis, Sangeriies bip Tecumseh, in tow of leaner Alert; Harard, and Agnes, Also mailed, steamer * Scotland, Al Seana eM lalaga, with sew Ime Allen, Cardi Bolimpore. bar Mar on ‘Riyal Roverelgn, London Patients can consuit me professionally at my rooms, No. 82 Bond ireet, New York, on TUESDAY, September 29, from 9 A.M. to8 P.M. 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THE BAKONEI'S BIRTH, “ And there is danger of death—for mother and ehila?? “Well, no, Sir Jasper—no, sir, NO certain danger you know, but in these protracted caseg,”? Dr, Parker Godroy paused, and coughed behind hig hand, “it can dono harm, Sir Jasper, for the clergyman to be here. He may not be needed—let us nope ue will not be—but your good lady Is very Weak—very weak, Tam sorry to say, Sir Jasper I Kingsland,» “I will send for the clergyman,” Sir Jasper Kings- land said, not looking at the grave little London doc- tor; “do your best, as I know you wil), Dr. Godroy, and for God's sake, let me know the worst or best as soon as may be. This torture of suspense is lior- rible.”” His voice was sharp and harsh with inward pain. Dr. Parker Godroy looked sympathetically at him through his gold bowed spectacles. “J will do my best, Sir Jasper,” he said gravely. “The result is in the hands of the Great Dispenser of life and death. Send for the clergyman and wait and hope.” He quitted the library as | he spoke, Sir Jasper Kingsland seized the bell and rang & shrill peal. “Ride to the village; ride for your life?’ he said imperatively to the servant who answered, ‘and fetch the Rev. Cyrus Green here at once,” ‘The man bowed and departed, and Sir Kingsland, of Kingsland Court, Baronet, was alone. Alone in the gloomy grandeur of the vast library; Jasper alone with his thoughts and the wailing midnight storm, For it was midnight. A clock high up on an ancient turret pealed when noisily forth the weird hour “churchyards yawn and graves up their dead,” and an army of rooks, disturbed in their “beauty sleep” by the discordant noise, cawed harshly in reply. A little toy timepiece, of buli, on the stone mantel, chimed musically its story of the hour, and Sir Jasper Kingsland lifted his gloomy eyes for a moment at the sound. He was leaning against the old, quatptly carven chimney piece, look- ing at the smouldering fire, his dark face full of un- utterable trouble and pain. A tail, spare, middie- aged man, handsome once—handsome still, some people said—with iron-grey hair and a proud, patri- clan face, “Twelve,” his dry lips whispered to themselves— “midnight, and for three hours I have endured this maddening agony of suspense, Another day is given to the world, and before its close all L love best may be cold and stark in death. O my God! have mercy and spare!” He lifted his clasped hands in passionate appeal. ‘There was a picture opposite—a gem of Rafaelle’s the Man of Sorrow, fainting under the weight of the cross. and the fire’s shine playing upon it seemed to light the pallid features with a derisive smile, “The mercy you showed to others the same shall be shown to you! ‘Tiger heart, you were merciless in the days sone by! Let your black, bad heart break, as you have broken others ! No Voice was sounded yet he was auswered. Con- actence had spoken in trumpet tones, and with a hollow groan the baronet turned away and began pacing up and down. It was a large and spacious apartment, this lib- rary of Kingsland Court, dimly light now by th flickering woed fire and the mellow glow of a branch of wax lights, Huge bookcases filled to overflow- ing lined the four walls and pictures precions as their weight in rubies looked duskiiy down from their heavy frames, Busts and bronzes stood in brackets and = surmounted doors; a thick rich carpet of moss green sprinkled with oak leaves and acorns mufied the tread; voluminous draperies of dark green shroaded the tall, narrow windows. ‘The massive chairs and tables, fifty years old at least, were spindle-legged and rich in carving, upholstered in green velvet and quaintly embroidered by hands mouldered to dust long ago. Everything was old and grand and fail of storied interest; and there, on the wall, was the crest of the house, the uplifted hand grasping a dag- ger, and the motto, in old Norman French, “Strike once and strike well.” Sir Jasper Kingsland, the last of a long line that traced their ancestry far back beyond the days of the baronet-making king, James the First, stood alone to-night and took note of all these things with a dreary sort of wonder that they could afford him no help and no comfort in his hour of supremeast need, Its a very fine thing to be of Kingsland, with fiftee nl & year, and the finest olf house in the ¢ but if Death will stalk grimly over your threshold and snatch away the life you love more than your own, then even that glory is not omniscient. For this wintery mid- night, whilst Sir Jasper Kingsland walks moodily up and down. and down—Lady Kingsiand, im her chamber above, lies il! unio death, An hour —the clock in the turret and the buhl toy on the stone mantel toll solemnly one. ‘The embers drop monotonously th bays deeply somewhere in the nel the walling wind of coming morning sighs lamenta- bly through the tossing copper heeches, and the roar of the surf afar off comes ever and anon, like dis- tant thunder, The house is silent as the tomb—so horribly silent that the cold drops start out en the face of the tortured man. Who knows? Death has been on the threshold of that upper chamber all night, waiting for his prey. This awful hash may be tne pwan that prociaims he is Master | A tap at the door. The baronet paused in his stride and turned his blood shot eyes that way. Hie very voice was hollow and unnatural as he said: “Come in.”* A servant entered—the same errand, “The Reverend Cyrus Green is here, sir. show him up * “Yes—no—I cannot see him. drawing room until be is need “He will not be needed,” said a voice at his elbow, and Dr. Parker Godroy came briskly forws baronet ns a Kingsland igh the grate. quadrangle b who had gone his Shall t BN saad him into the ql jasper Kingsland sank into a seat, thrilling Sir from head to foot, turning sick and faint in the sud den revulsion from despair to hope. Saved ?!"’ he said, in & gasping whisper. “Both? oth, my dear Sir Jasper !"' the doctor responded, cordially. “Your good lady is very much prom trated—exhausted, but that was to be looked for, ‘ou know; and the baby—ah! the finest boy | have wul the pleasure of presenting to an adimiring worla within ten years. Come and see them,” May 1?’ the baronet eried, startin, “Certainly, my dear Sir Jasper, ‘There is nothing in the world be @ little eautio y know, musn’t be excited the least tn life composed and quiet and left to sleep, and sou wil Just take one peep and go. We won't need ite Cyrus this bout.’ He led the way from the library, rbbing his hand as your brisk little physicians do, up a grand siair way where you might have drive ren ane font, and into alofty and most magnificently turniehed 1 chamber. The sick lady lay in a bed in the centre of ihe room—a lofty four posted afar, carved and quaint and old as the bills, and covered and draped with white, But whiter than the draperies—woiter than the winter snow—her face looked up from the pil lows, awfully corpse-like in tts deathiy pallor, ‘The eyes were clowed—the small, bloodless hands lity loose on (he counierpane; inher shroud and wind ing sheet she would never look more ghastly than that. “Quiet now, quiet.” the doctor whiape warhing- ly, “Excite her and Ewon'l be answerable for the result.” Sir Jasper Kingsiand replied with a rapid geeture, to Our good lady she must he képt and walked ard to the bed, His own face was perfectly col » and his lips were twitching with | insense suppressed feeling. He bent above the still form. “Olivia,” he said, “my darling ! my darling | ‘The heavy eyelids Auitered and lifted, and a pair of hy dark eyes gazed up at him. A wan smile pallid lips. anceweneng | 1 knew you would com Mave by? It isa boy! “My own, I have thought only of you' My poor, pale wife, hOw awfally deathlike you look!” “But Lam not going to die—Di. Godroy says emili sen nd now you must go, for I can- not talk. Only kiss me and jook at the baby first.”” Her voice was the merest whisper. He pressed hie lips passionately to the white face rose up. jurse and baby Aat in state by the fire and a siender girl of fifteen years knelt beside them and gazed in a sort of rapture at the infant prodigy, , rofusion of flannel and Gapies a Kittle red, wrinkled face. Not very Lovely, CORSET: but Sir Jasper Kingland’s eyes lit with pI and joy as he looked. For was it not a boy!—had he not at last, after weary, wont wane the desire of his heart—e son i rit the estate and perpetuate the ancient nam “It 18 80 sweet, papa !” Miss Mildred whispereq, her small, rather sickly face quite radiant, “an it’ eyes are the image of your's! He's tow, you know, and you can’t see them. An@ look at the dear, darling little hands and Singers and feet, and the speck of a nose, and the dot of amouth! 0} papa ! isn’t it{splendid to have a baby in the house ?” “Very splendid,” said papa, relaxing into a smile; “a fine little fellow, nurse! There, cover him up again and let him sleep. We must take extra care of the heir of Kingsland Court. And Mildred, child, you should be m bed—one o’clock 18 no hour for little girls to be out of their nests,”” “Oh, [papa !”” reproachfully, ‘as if I could sleep and not see the baby !”” “Well PF sca have seen it, and now run away to your room. lamma and baby both want to sleep and nurse doesn’t need you, I am sure, “That I don’t,” said nurse ‘nor the doctor, either, So run away, Miss Milly, and go to sleep yourself. fee baby will be here all safe for you in the morn- ny @ little girl, a flaxen-haired, pretty featured child, kissed the baby, Kissed pana and dutifully de- parted, Sir Jasper followed her out of the room, down stairs, and back into the library, with the face of @ man who has just been reprieved from sudden death, Ashe re-entered the library he paused and started a step back, gazing fixedly at one of the win- dows, The heavy curtain had been partially drawn ba ene white, spectral face was glued to the glass, “Who have we here?’ said the baronet to him- self ; “that face can belong to no one in the house.” He walked straight to the window—the face never moved. He could see the snow falling nolselessly, rapidly; the ground covered, the spectral face set in a winter frame of white fakes. A hand was raised and tapped on the glass, a voice outside spoke:— “For Christ's €, open and let me in before T perish in this bitter storm,” Sir Jasper Kingsland opened the dow and fung Arush of bitter wind, a shower of snow whirled in his face. “Enter, whoever you are,” he said; ‘no one shall ask in vain at Kingsland this happy night.” He Ce re back, and all covered with snow, the midnigh intruder entered and stood before him, And Sir Jasper Kingsland saw the strangest looking creature he had ever beheld in the whole course of his life. CHAPTER IL ACHMET, THE ASTROLOGER. An old man, yet tall and upright, weari a trail- ing cloak of dull black, long gray hair flowing over the shoulders, and tight to the scalp a skull cap of black velvet. A patriarchal beard, abundant and silver white, streamed down his breast, and out of a dull, white face, seamed and wrinkled, looked @ pair of eyes, piercing and black. Sir Jasper took a step backward, and regarded this singular apparition in undisguised wonder. The old man folded his arms across his bosom, and made him a profound Oriental salaam. “The Lord of Kingsland gazes in amaze at the un- invited, midnight stranger. And yet [ think Destiny has sent me hither.” “Who are you? the baronet demanded; “what jugglery is this? Are you dressed for an Eastern dervish in a melodrama, and have you come here to play a practical joke? 1am afraid I cannot appreci- ate the humor of the masquerade. Who are youy? sternly. ‘The old man folded his arms again and once more bent servilely low. “Men call me Achmet, the astrologer.” “An astrologer! humph! your black art, it seems, could not prot you from a January storm,” re- ted Sir Jasper, with a cynical sneer. “But come come in; astrologer or demon, or whatever you are, you look too old a man to be abroad such a night, when we would not turn an eneiy’s dog from the house. The doors of Kingsland are never closed to the tired wayiarer, and of all nighis in the year they should not be closed to-night.’? Vhen an heir is born to an ancient name and a princely inheriiance. You speak rightly, my Lord of Kingsland 1"? Sir Jasper was closing the window, but at the gently murmured words, he faced snarply round. “How say you! What do you know of the events of this night, Sir Astrologer?" “Much, Sir Jasper Kingsland, and for the vei reaso! u deride—because I am an astrologer, read the stars, and { lift the veil of the future, and lo! behold your life, years before you have lived tt Sir Jasper Kingsland laughed a cynical, unbellev- ing laugh. “Yon jeer at me, you scoff my words,” murmured the old man, in soft, steady tones, “and yet there was no one to tell me on my way here that a son and heir had been born to the house of Kingsland within the past he He lifted arm and pointed to the clock, his fall, dark eyes ed in a powerful gaze upon the ba- va changing face. There was majesty in his ature, a thrilling: aera a lofty grace in the ge: pore tu his votce that indescribably fascinated tener, “You deride the power L profess, yet every day ‘ou quote your English poet, and beleve him when e says: “There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamed of in your philosophy.’ But lam accustomed to derision, and it does not offend me, Let me prove my power, so that even the most reso- Inte skepticism dare doubt no longer. Judge of my skill to read the future by my ability in reading the past. Ihave cone here—I have taken a long jour- ney, to look into the future of your new-born son, Before 1 begin, let ine look ino the past of his father, Sir Jasper Kingsland, let me read your palin.”* But Sir Jasper drew back, his paie, patrician face i and set in proud surprise. “You have taken a long journey to look into the fature of my sot Pray, my good astrologer, what son to y © ot, Sir Jasper, and my secrets 1 forth your hand, and test my Ih. “Why snenid Tf Even if you can bring before me my past life, of what use will it be, since I must know all better than you"? “My power to read the past may prove my power to read the future “Nay, you may easily know the past without magi- cal skill, Many thanks, my venerable triend, but I will not put your necromancy to the test.” The astrologer folded his arms and looked tne haughty baronet straight in the eyes until he quailed, “Is Sir Jusper Kingsland afraid" he said, slowly. “Surely not, for verily he comes of adaring race. And yet it seems like 11." baronet made a stride forward, with eyes that tazed up suddenly like black flames, “By Heaven! if'a younger man had spoken those words | would have huried hit by the throat from yonder window! Be careful of your words, old even your hoary hairs may fall to save juce more the astrologer bent servilely. ‘Lery your merey, my haughty Lord of Kings- land! ‘It’ shall be “as you say. I will depart as I can 1 will notserve you nor your new-born son, since you refuse to be se 1 Will depart at once. I fear no earthly storm. Good night, Sir Jasper Kinsiand. Look to the heir of your house yourself! When ‘angels uneware’ visit you again, treat them better than you have treated mel"? With « gesture indescribably grand and kingly the silver-haired old man turned to go, foiding his 0 it him. But the voice of the baronet cali esaid. “You speak of serving my son. vy threatens his infant life that you can know of none. [have not cast his horoscope ‘hen you wish to do sor? “With your gvod permission. [have taken a long and foilsome journey for that very purpose, Sir Jas- per Kingshaned.” “Then ve 1! the baronet cried, yielding to a ‘ou shail cast his horoscope. Af it in, at least, But, action without its ruling motive. »” wine to you to make you take a Jong and totisome journey on our account 1" The old man paused, drawn up to hia fullest heigh!, imposing a4 a new King Lear, his deep, dark eyes glowing with imward fire. “Lwil tell vou,” he said, ina deep voice. “Years ago, Sir Jasper, When you were & young man, you did an honor a service to one | dearly love that vever forgotten and never will forget. You aber it years ago, no doubt; but will until my dying day.” What could it have been * “ vi F recollect i “Lexpected as mw but my memory is @ good one. IL is stamped on my heart forever, Greot men fike Sir dusper Ktagsland, grandees of the land, for- get these 1i(Ce this rendered to the scum and offal, but the scum and offal cherish them eternaily, Lowe you @ long « iy Jasper, and Twill pay it to the uttermost ig. 90 help me, God 1 His black eyes blazed, his low voice rose, his arm uplifted fercely for an instaut in dire menace. Then, qaick 4s lightning dashes, all was transforued, The eyes were bent upon the carpet, the arms folded, the sank, soft and servile. orgive me,” he murmured, “In my gratitude T forget my . But you Have my motive in coming here—the desire to + oy you, to look into the future of your son, to see the evils that may threaten his youth avd manhood and to place you on your guard a them, armed is forearmed’ you » wot de my power. In far off Oriental bt Jands, nnder the golden Stars of Syria, T learned the know. jore of the wise men of the East, {learned to read the stars a8 you Englishmen read your printed books. Believe and trust, and let me cast the horoscope of ar Kon.” yerieat let me teat your vaunted power. Show me my past before you show me iy son's future.”? He ned ped tis hand with @ cyntcal smile, The 1 man took it gravely. aT) you will. SPast and future are alike tome— save that the past is easier to tead. Ab! a palm seamed and crossed and marked with troubled lines! Forty years have not gune and left no trace behind 1" "Port years!" interrupted Sir Jasper, with sneer- ing emphasis. “Pray don’t bungie in the very begin: ing.” ue bungie not | answered Achmet, sternly. “Forty years ago, on the third of next month, re Jasper Southdown Kingsland, were born beneath this very roof.” yf. ‘The baronet looked considerably surpriced at this very minute statenfent. ee THB BARONETS” BRIDE. > “Right he said. “y, y ae Hag know my Go on ! ® COM’ aonplace mother and @ dull, 4 oe ‘Your mother went to her grave; at twelve, the late Sir Noel followed her, At “At fourteen, you weut to Rugby, to school. From that time until you attained ‘Jour faajorit , your life Cambridge, and to make the grand tour. Your life, just then, gave the promise of bright and brilliant You were tolerably clever—you were yol and and heir to a noble in- heritance. Your life was to be the life of a great and man—a benefactor of the human race. Your memory was to be a magnificent memento, for a whole world to honor, Your dreams were wild and Agee. and sublimely impracticable; and ended in— nothing,’ Sir Jasper Kingsland listened and stared. like a man in a dream—his skepticism fad! away like mist before sunrise. Achmet, the asti r, con tinued to read the palm, with a fixed, stony face. “And now the lines are crossed and the trouvle begins. As usual @ woman is at the bottom of it. Sir Jasper Kingsland is in loye.”” There was a pause. The baronet winced a little, and the astrologer bent lower over the palm. “It is in Spain,’ he continued, in the dreamy, far off tone of & man who secs a vision, “glowing, gor- geous Spain, and she is one of its loveliest children. The conga and pomegranates scent the burning air; the vineyards pores the tropie sun, and golden summer forever reigns, But the glowing Southern sun is not more bril half so ripe and red as her cheeks. as the step of an antelope; her voice as the harps of Heaven, She is Zenith, the Zingara, and you love her.” “In the flend’s name!” Sir Jasper Kingsland Soe, ANAS away ji!s band, “what jugglery is this He was ashen white, and his steady volce shook. Calmly the astrologer repossessed himself of the baronet’s hand. “One moment more, my lord of Kingsland,” he said, ‘and I have done, Let me see how your love dream ends, Ah! the old, old story—surely I might have kiwwn. She is beautiful as the angels above and as innocent—and she loves you with a mad abandon that is worst idolatry, as only women ever love. And you—you are grand and noble—a Mi-ior Inglese, and you take her love, her crazy wor- ship, a8 a demi-god might, with uplifted ), as your birthright—and she 1s your pretty toy of an our, and then, careless and happy, you are gone. ir) Sunny Spain, with its olives and vineyards, its pome ites and its Zenith, the Zitana, is left far behin id you are roaming, happy and free, through Belle France. And Jo! Zenith, the forsaken, lies prone on the ground and tears out her hair by the handful, and geen stark mad for the aay god she has lost! ‘here, Sir Jasper Kingsland!—the record is a black one! I wish to read no more!”” He tlung the baronet’s hand away and once more his eyes glowed like the orbs of ademon. But Sir Jasper, pale a4 4 dead man, saw it not. “Are you man or devil’ he said in an awe-struck tone. “No living mortal knows what you have told me this night.” Achmet, the Astrologer, smtled—a dire, dark smile, His eyes shone upon the speaker, full of deadliest menace, “Man in league with,” he pointed downward, “the dark potentate you have named if you like. Whatever Lam, I have trath fully told you the past, as | will truthfully tel! your son’s future.” palmistry yy the siars. And behold!” cried the seein drawing aside the curtain, “yonder they shine Surely, the storm had clearett away, leaving the worid wrap} in a winding sheet of dead white, and up in heaven the silver stars swing, crystal- clear, sparkling bright. “Take me to an upper room,” the astrologer ex- claimed, in an Inspired tone, “and leave me. Des- tiny is propitious—the Fate’ that ruled your son's birth has set forth the shining stars for Achmet to read, Lead on! Like a man in a dreamy swoon Sir James Kings- land obeyed. He led the rndpateivd up the grand, sweeping staircase—up and up to the very top of the house, to the lofty, lonely battlements. Cloudless read the wide night sky; countless and brilliant shone the stars; peaceful and majestic slept the pur- ple sea; spotless white gieamed the snowy earth—a weird, witching scene. “Leave me,” said the astrologer, ‘and watch and wait. When the first little pink cloud of sunrise blushes in the sky come tome. My task will have ended.” He waved him away with a regal motion. He stood thére gazing rapt at the stars, as a king looks upon his subjects, and the haughty barouet, without a word, turned and left him. The endiess hours wore on—two, three and four— and stil the baronet watched and waited and looked for the coming of dawn. Faint the silver light broke in the orient, rosy Mushed the first ray. Sir Jasper mounted to the battlements, still like @ man ina dazed dream, Achmet, the Astrologer, turned slowly round. ‘The pale, frosty sunrise had blanched his ever white face with a livid hue of death, In one hand he held a folded paper, in the other a pencil. He had been writing. “Have you done?” the baronet asked, “tam done! Your son's fate is here.” He touched the paper; he spoke in a voice of awful solemnity; his eyes had a wild, dilated Jook, from which Sir Jasper shrank, They looked so horribly like the eyes of a man who has been face to face with disembodied spirits, “Ig that for me?’ he asked, shrinking palpably from it, even while he spoke “*Phis is for you ‘The astrologer handed him the Paper as he spoke. “It is for you to read—to do with after as you see fit. L have but one word to say—not I, but a mightier power traced the words je will read—your son’s irrevocable fate. Don’t hope to shirk it; fate is fate; doom isdoom, My task is ended and I go. Farewe..”” “No, no,” the baronet cried, “not so! Remain bose pee ast here. The morning is but just break- “And before yonder sun is above the horizon I will be far away. ‘0, Six Jasper Kingsland, I break no bread under your roof. I have doae my work, and depart forever. Look to your son !”" He spoke the last words slowly, with a tigerish glare of hate leaping out of his eyes, with deadly menace in every syllable. Then he was gone down pe winding stairway like # black ghost, and so out and away. ‘Sir Jasper Kingsland took the folded paper and sought his roqgm. There,i n the pale day dawn, he tore it open, One side was covered with cabalistic characters, Eastern syinvols, curious marks and hie- lyphics, The other side was written in French, in long, clear, legible characters, There was a head- ing, “Horoscope of the Heir of Kingsiard,” Sir Jasper sat down eageriy and began to read. Nearly an hour afterwards a servant entering to replenish the fading fire fed out of the room and startled the household with his shrieks. Two or three domestics rushed in. There lay Sir Jasper Kingsland prone on bis face on the floor, stiff and stark as adead man. A paper, unintelligible to all, was clutched tightly as a death grip in his hand. Reading that crumpled paper the strong man had Jalien there flat on the fo@r in a dead swoon, CHAPTER 1. THE. HUY ON THE HRATH, Far away from the lofty battlemented, ancestral home of Sir Jasper Kingsland, miles away, where the ceaseless sea sparkled the long day throug! af sown with stars—where the foamy swells rolied in dull thunder up the white sands—straight to the sea- shore went Achinet, the Astrologer. A long strip of bleak mayeh land, spreading own the hillside, and sloping vo the sea, arid and dry, tu the burning sum- mer time, sloppy and sodden now—that was his des- tination, It was called Bunsden’s Heath—a forlorn and desolate spot, dotted over with cottages of the most wretched kind, intiabited by the most mise- rable of the miserable poor, To one of these wretched hovels standing newrest the sea and far removed from the reat Achmet swiftly made his way. ‘The sun was high in the heavens, the aea lay all a glitter beneath it. The astrologer had got over the ground at a swift, swinging stride, and he had walked five miles at least; but he paused now, with little sign of fatigue in bis strange white face, Fold- ing his arms over his breast he surveyed the shining sky, the glittering seu, with # siow, dreamy smile. phe sun shines and the sparkles on the natal day of the heir of Le 1,” he said to himself; “put for all thet it is a fatal day to him. The sins of the father shall be visited on the children, ewen to the third and fourth generation, saith the book Christians believe in. Chrivuians' he laaghed a harsh, strident laugh. “Sir Jasper Kingsland is a Chriatian! The religion that produces such men must be a giorions one’ He was a Christian when he perjured himself and broke ber heart. ‘Tis weil. Asa Christian he cannot object to the vengeance Christianity teaches.” He turned away, appr mi the jonely hut and tapped thrice, sharp, staccato knocks, at the door. The third one wae answered, the deor «wang back and a dark damsel loowed oui. “Ie it thee, Pietro?” “tis |, Zara.”? He stepped in as he spoke, closed the door, took her face between bis hands end kissed both brown ks, The girl's dark fuce—a handsome face, with = dark treases—lit up into the splendor of absolute beauty ae she returned his caress, “And how is tt with thee ger said, “and thy lite one “Tt is well. And thyself, Pietro)" very well. And the mothers" “Ah; the mother! Poor mother! ahe ies as you saw her last—as ie will see her always im this lower world—dead m life! And he—the girl Zara's eyes lit flercely up—‘“didst see hito, Pietro?” “1 have seen him, spoken to hit, told and terrifed him the future. ‘Ther Zara—a new-bon kon.” “Dog and son of a dog’ Zara erted, turjousty. “May curses light upon bum in the hour of his birth, and upon all who bear his bated name! Say, Pietro, mia, why didet thou not strangle the litte viper 88 you Would any other poisonous reptile!” “The man laughed softly, “My Zara, I did not even see him, He lies cradled in rose leaves, no doubt, and the singing of the west wind is not aweet enough for his lullaby. No pro- fane eye must reat on fresh irom the handa of the gods! Ie he not the heir of Kingsiand? But, aweet, | have read the stars for them. Achmet, the Astrologer, haa cast his horo- scope, and Achm ‘Zara, his wife, will see that the starry destiny Is fulfilled, Shall we not?" “i Lonly hag him here,” Zara eried, clawing the y Zarae” the astroio. the past is a son, air with her two hands, her black ey: wouid thrcttle the his father’s face! and wash and breakfast, for I feel the of hanger. Then I will see the mother,”” A “She has been waiting for your coming,” Zara said. » Bhe counts the momenis when you are away.’ : She led the way into the room—there was but One room and a loft above. The lower apartment of the hut on the heath was the very picture of abject poverty and dreary desolation. The earthen floor was broken and rough, the sunlight came sifting through the chinks in the broken walls. A smok fire of wet drift wood sulked ‘and s:mouldered, blac! and forbidding, under the pot on the crook. There ‘was neither table nor chairs, A straw pallet, with « wretched coverlet, lay in one corner; a few broken stools were scattered around; a few articles of cloth- ing hung on the wall—that was all, “The litle one sleeps,” the man said, casting a swilt glance over at the let. “Our preity baby, Zara. Ah! if Sir Jasper Kingsland loves his firs!- “born son as we love our child, or baif so well, we are almost avenged already.” “He had need to love it better than his first-bo daughter,” Zara said fiercely. ‘ihe lion loves whelp, the tiger its cub; but he, less human than the brute, casts off his offspring in the hour of its birth.’” “Meaning yourself, my Zara,” the man sald, with his slow, Son smile. “What would you hive, de- erated daughter of a degraded mother, nis toy of an jour! And there is another daughter—a fair- haired, insipid nonenity of a dozen years, no more uke our beautiful one here than a farthing rushligh. is like the stars of heaven.”” ining ey down the tattered quilt and gazed with shining eyes of love and admirat on at the sieeping face of a child, a baby girl of scarce two years, the cherub face rosy with sleep, smiling in her dreams, the long, silk black lashes sweeping the flushed cheek, the abundant, feathery, jet black cnris foat- ing loosely about—an exquisite picture of bloom- ing, healthful, beautiful childhood. ! Zara cathe to where the man knelt, gazing with adoring face, her wide black ores glistening. *‘My beautiful one ! my rosebud .” she murmured. “Pietro, the sun shines on nothing half so jovely in this lower world !”” The man glanced up with his say smile. “And yet the black, bad blood of the Gitana flow’ in her veins too. She is a Spanish gipsy, as her motiier and grandmother before her. Nay, not her mother, since the blue blood of all the Kingsiapds dows in her veins.” “Never !” cried Zara, her eyes ablaze. “If 1 thought one drop of that man’s bitter blood throbbed in my heart, the tirst knife I met should jet it forth ! Look at me!” she wildly cried, tossing back her raven hair; “look at me, Pietro !—Zara, your wife!— Bare. one look of him or his abhorred Englirh race “(My Zara, no! You are Sir Jasper Kingsland’s daughter, but there is no look of the great Sir Jasper in your aipsy face, nor in the face of our daring one, eithen She is all our own 1” “T would strangle her in her cradle, dearly as F love her, else!’ the woman said, her passionate face aflame. ‘Pietro, my blood is like liquid fire when I think of him and my mother’s wrongs !"" “Wait, Zara, wait! The wheel will turn and our time come. And now lor breakfast. Dost know, wife, Sir Jasper Kingsland asked me to break his bread and drink of his cup? “Tne villain! the traitor! the dastard! 1 only won- der the very air of his house did not stifle you. Haste, Pietro, and remove this disguise. Your morning meal is ready.” She whipped off the pot, removed the lid, and a Savory gush of steam the room. ‘The man Pietro laughed. “Our poached hare smells appetizing. Keep the choicest morsels for the mother, Zara, and tell her [ will be with her presently. There Achmet, the Astrologer, lies in a heap,” He had deftly taken off his flowing cloak, his long silvery beard and hair, and flung them together in a corner, and now he stood in the centre of the room a@ stalwart pouna alow. of thirty or thereabouts. pe pees anish eyes and profuse curling hair of jack.’ “Let me but wash this white enamel off my face,’” he said, giving himself a shake, “and Pietro is him self again, Sir Jasper would hardly recognwe Achmet, I fancy, if he saw him now.” He walked to a shelf on which was placed a wash bowl and towel and plunged his face and head inte the cold water. Five minutes’ vigorous splashing and rubbing, and he emerged, his pallid face brown as a berry, his black hair in a snarl of crisp curls. “And now to satisiy the inner man,” he said, walking over to the pot, seizing a wooden apoon and drawing up acricket. “My tramp of last night re re has made me famously hongry, ara, mia, “And the hare soup is .? said Zara. “While you breakfast, Pietro, I will go to mother. Come np when you finish.” A steep stairway that was like a ladder led to the loft. Zara ascended this with agile fleetness, and the late astrologer was left alone at his very unma- gician-like work of scraping the pot with a wooden Spoon. Once or twice, as the fancy crossed him of the contrast between ‘Achmet, the Astrologer, read- ing the stars, and Pietro, the tramp, scraping the mites of the stolen hare, he laughed grimly to him- “And the world is made up of just such contrasts,’” he ee, “and Pietro at his homely breakfast is more to be dreaded than Achmet casting the horo- scope. Ah! Sir Jasper Kingsland, it is a very fine thing to be a baronet, with £15,000 a year, a noble ancestral seat, a wife you love, and a son you adore. And yet Pietro, the vagabond tramp—the sunburnt. gypsy, with stolen hares to eat and rags to wear, and a hut to lod fe in—wouid not change places with you this bright March day. We have sworn vendetta to you and all of your biood, and b; arm he swore a fearful oath, vow His swarthy face darkened with passionate vindiw tiveness as he arose, @ devil gieaming in either fierce black eye. “AS man sows 80 shall he reap,” he muttered be- tween his clenched teeth, setting his face towards Kingsland Court. “You, lord of Kingsland, hav sown the wind. You ‘hall Yearn what it isto Tea the whirlwind !? “Pietro! Pietro! crowed a little voice, gleefully, “papa Pietro! take Sunbeam |’? ‘The little st rinthe bed had sat up, her bright, ae sparkling, two little dimpled arms oul- stret 5 ane. man turned, his vindictive face turning ra- jan “Papa Pietro’s darting ! his life! his angel! And how does my little Sunbeam ?” He caught her up, covering her cherub face with impassioned kisses, “My love! my life! my darling! When Pietro ix dead, and Zara ts old and feeble, and Zenith dust and ashes, you will live, my radiant angel, my black- eyed beauty, to perpetrate the malediction. When his son is @ man you will be @ woman, with all « woman's subile power and more than woman’s beauty; and you will be his curse, and his bane, and his blizht, as his father has been ours! Wil you not, my little Sunbeam?” “Yes, papa—yes, papa |” the little one, pat- ‘ing them lovingly. i ting his brown cheeks and ki own girl, and will do what papa “sunbeam is papa’ says." “Pietro” called the voice of his wife above, «if you have done breakfast come up. Mother is awake and would see you.” ” a “Coming, carrissim: He kissed his baby er, placed her on the pallet, and sprang lightly up steep stair. wretched than the ‘The loft was just a shade ‘apartment below. There was a bed on the floor, more decently covered, two broken chairs, a table with some medicine bottles and cape, and a white curtain on the one poor window. ly this window Zara stood, gazing out over the sun-lit sea. On the bed lay a woman, over whom Pictro bent reverently the moment he entered the room. Jt was the wreck of a woman who, in the days gone by, must have been gloriously beautiful—who was beau- tiful stiil, despite the ravages years and sickness, and yok! and despair had wrought. ‘The oe | that bl brilliant and black, were the eyex Zara, the eyes of the baby Sunbeam, below—and this pe bene was the mother of one, the grandmother of é other. Pietro knelt by the pallet and tenderly kiered one tranBparent hand. The great black eyes turned upon him wild and wide, “Thou hast seen him, Pietro?" in @ breathiexs sort, ‘Zara says 80."" of way. “T have seen him, Ud mother. [have spoken to RE spent hours with Sir Jasper Kingsland last, nigi “Thou didst ?” her words came pantingly, while jon throbbed in every line af ber face; “and gre is @ Son—an hetr ?”” “There Is.’? She snatched her hand away and threw up ber withered arms with a viadictive shrick— se “And The here @ helpless log, and he triunmpha® 1, Zenith, the Queen of the Tribe—I, once heantiful and powerful, happy and free! I lie here, a withered hulk, what he has made me? And a son and beir is born to him" Asif the thought goaded her to a frenzy of mad- ness, she leaped up im bed, tossing her gaunt arms and shrieking madiy:— “Take me to him! take me to him! Zara! Pietro! Take me to him, if ye are children of rine, that L may hurl Lf burning curse upon him and his son re I die! Take we to him, say, or | will curse ye" She fell back with an impotent scream and the man Pietro caught her in his arms. Quivering aud convulsed, foaming at the mouth and black im Me face she writhed in an epileptic fit. “she will kill herself yet,’? Pietro said. the drops, Zara." Zara poured something out of a bottle into & and Pietro held it to the sick woman’s livid _ She choked and swallowed, and, as if by magic, lay ull in his arms, Very tenderly he aid her back on e bed. “She will sleep now, Zara,” he said. ‘Let us go. ‘They descended the stairs, Down below the tm tatd his hands on his wife's shoulders aod looked solenin'y into her face, “Watch her, Zara,” he aid, “for she is iad and the very first oppot nity ode will make her = and seek out Sir Jasper ‘Kingsland; and that i Cy very last thing I want. So watch your mother we te The continuation of this story will be found “SATURDAY NIGHT,” number for sale by all news dealers, “SATURDAY, NIG) i be went to any address four months & Elverson, publishers of box 2,839 Philadelphia, Pa . Davie AY NIGHT,” a