Justice in the By-Ways A Tale of Life

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nds him watching over her with a lover's solicitude. "I was not cold because I loved you less-oh no! It was to propitiate my ambition-to be free of the bondage of this

ike brow. He forgives all. His heart would speak if his tongue had words to represent it. He would the past were buried-the thought of having wronged him forgotten. She recognizes in his solicitude for her the sincerity of his heart. It touches like sweet music the tenderest chords of her own; and like gushing fountains her great black eyes fill with tears. She buries her face in her hands, c

ng more of either of u

n in her flesh, she sobs and wri

I am too poor to s

ten profaned on such occasions, George calms her feelings as best he can; then he smooths with a gentle hand the folds of her uplifted dress, and with them curtains the satin slippers that so delicately encase her small feet. This done, he spreads over her the richly-lined India morning- gown presented to her a few days ago by the Judge, who, as she says, so wantonly betrayed he

nny on what we harmlessly style the sunny city of the sunny South. Madame Flamingo hath resolved

uence of an affliction in the family of one of its principal members, postponed its assembly last night. The theatre, in consequence of a misunderstanding between the manager and his people, was also closed. The lecture on comparative anatomy, by Professor Bones, which was to have been delivered at Hibernian Hall, is, in consequence of the indisposition of the learned Professor, put off to Tuesday evening next, when he will have, as he deserves, an ov

-rate talent never goes begging in our city." George sips his coffee and smiles. Wonderfully clever these editors are, he thinks. They have nice apologi

s stare him in the face on one side; chivalry, on the other, has no bows for him while

atures not easily described. Nevertheless, there are moments when his countenance wears an expression of mildness-one in which the quick eye may read a character more inoffensive than intrusive. A swallow-tail blue coat, of ample skirts, and brass buttons; a bright-colored waistcoat, opening an avalanche of shirt-bosom, blossoming with cheap jewelry; a broad, rolling shirt-collar, tied carelessly with a blue ribbon; a steeple-crowned hat, set on the side of

Like many others, his character is made up of those yielding qualities which the teachings of good men may elevate to usefulness, or bad men corrupt by their examples. There is a stage in the early youth of such persons when we fin

aker's his accustomed haunt during the day, as do also numerous others of his class-

tens into the room, seats himself in the box with George, and seizes his hand with the earnestness of a true

rupts George, maintaining

one of that,

ndersto

u. He's a stubborn old cove, that Sleepyhorn; administers the law as Csar was wont to. Yesterday he sent seven to the whipping-post; to-day

is bread, says it has nothing to

ge, I assure you!" Mr. Soloman assumes great seriousness of countenance, and again, in a friendly way, takes

nterposes, his countenance paling, a

square-own up! Jealousy plays the devil with one now and then. I know

upts by inquiring t

t unhappy girl. It is needless," he adds, "to plead ignorance. The Judge has the poignard; and what's more

ard I confess is mine; but I had no part in the act of last night, save to carry

t to get at. And when you have got at it, you must get round it; and then you must twist it and work it every which way-only be careful not to turn i

a fit of abstraction, "that she should have sought reven

mself)-Ah, that won't do, George. Present my compliments to Anna-I wouldn't for the world do aught to hurt her feelings, you know that-and say I am ready to get on my knees to her to confess myself a penitent for having injured her feelings. Yes, I am ready to do anything that will procure her forgiveness. I plead guilty. But she must in return forgive the Judge. He is hard in law matters-that is, we of the law consider him so-now and then; but laying that aside, he is one of the best old fellows in the world

nged, in consideration of a goodly fee, to assume the responsibility of the betrayal at the St. Ce

ip-yes, his money, if you want. More than that, I will acknowledge my guilt to Anna; and being as generous of heart as

g like a leaden cloud over him. Poverty stripped him of the means of gratifying her ambition; poverty held him fast locked in its blighting chains; poverty forbid his rescuing her fro

t in wretchedness, came up in neglect and crime, sealed our love with the hard seal of suffering. Oh! what a history of m

d so much interest him as a history of the relations existing between George and Anna. Their