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' " .*?.?. tv TV-4.?:*?: .? i:,^! . Vi.?-; 'i ' ? . . The Window Jost Over tho Street. BT ALICE CARY. I Bee at the window, jost over the street, A maid in the lamp-light her love-letter read? ing, Her red month is smiling, her news is so sweet; And tho heart of my bosom ia enred of its bleed? ing. As I look on the maiden her love-letter reading. She has finished tho letter, and holding it, kissee, And bid** -6 secret too ?auio? io snow; And now in the hearth-light she softly undresses; A vision of grace in the roseate glow, I see her unbinding the braids of her tresses. And now aa she stoops to the ribbon that fastens The slipper, they tumble o'er shoulder and face; And now. aa ske pattore in bare feet, she hastens To gather them up in a fillet of lace; And now abo is gono, hut in fancy I trace The lavendered linon updrawn, the round arm Half Hunk in tho counterpane's broidored roses, Revealing tho exquisite outline of form; A willowy wonder of graoe that reposes Beneath the wbito counterpane, fieocy with roaos. I see the small hand lying over the heart, Where the passionate dreams are so Bweet in their sally; The fair little fingers that tremble and part, As part to th' warm waves tho leaves of the lily, And they play with her hands liko tho waves with the lily. In the white flcoey flowers, the queen o' tho flowers] What to her is tho world with its bad, bitter weather? Wide she opens hor arms-ah, her world is not oural And now abo has closed them and clasped thom together What lo her is onr world, with its clouds and rough weather? -O STRANGE BUSS UEVONPOKT. It was the night of the Battleborough hunt ball; and Battleborough, as befitted the occasion, was employed in holding high festival. Tho large room of tho Egerton Arms was fall, and the company as select ns the most fastidious could wish. Thore were representatives of all the great families of the country, and the cream of the society of the town of Battleborough itself, not to - mention a soore or so of unattached males who had established themselves in the Eger? ton Arms and in various lodgings in the place, for the express purpose of being in the immediate vicinity of tho far-famed Battleborougb hounds. It was to the very best of this society that Mr. Oliver Henley belonged-a gentleman young in point of years, and comfortably off in the matter of money-a barrister, member of the Inner Temple, burdened with no briefs, nor with tho necessity or the intention of getting any. His father was still living, but ho had nlready come into a very respectable little property, and, as was natural for a gentleman in tho flower of existence as he was-to wit: soven-and twenty years of age, was bent on enjoying himself accordingly. With thid highly lau? dable object in view, he had just made his debut in the Battleborough district; and by his good riding, genial manners and g?ne? rons habits, which a comfortable balance at one's banker's makes easy enough, ho had prodnoed a decidedly favorable impression upon those whose estimation was usually considered worth having. Henley had had a day with the hounds, which he had enjoyed most thoroughly; and ho was just at present eugaged in talking over its events with a newly-made acquaintance, and at tho same time passing n kind of running com? mentary upon tho dancers as they whirled past him. "Now, Mr. Henloy," said the vigorous ball-room whip, "will you choosoyour part? ner? I caa introduce vou to any ono you like." "Who is that young lady there? She has just sat down. Tho one with the wonderful amount of black hair, and-" "Miss Devonport," was tho prompt reply. "A wonderful nice girl-dances capitally. Let me introduce you." And after Henley had gone through tho Lancers with Miss Devonport, he wus of the opinion that this account was net exag? gerated. Miss Dovonport, ho discovered, was a very nice girl-so nico a girl, that he mado up his mind to got all the dances with her that she would givo him. If Oliver Henley had been asked to give an account of himself, he would, in all probability, have described himself as tho most un im? pressible fellow in the world. Ho had become bored with flirtation, and his days of heavy love-making wero over. Experts, however, in the diagnosis of love-making will tell yon that it is precisely persons of Henley's self-reliant and defiuul nature who are most apt to fall victims to tho ten? der passion; and if Oliver Henley had not had suoh a consummate belief in his own powers, it is probable that it would have occurred to him more than once in the course of his conversation with Miss Dovon? port, that he was trenching upon dangerous ground. When a gentleman finds himself telling his partner tho history of his life, interspersed here and thero with touches, half pathetic, half bitterly cynical, it may bous well that he should take heed unto his ways at once. "According to your own account, Mr. Henley, you must be a terribly rolling stone," said Miss Dovonport. "I feel myself so, Miss Devonport; a roll? ing stone that gathers no moss, but which longs to do so. There was a certain amount of vaguenoss in the latter part of this remark; but some? how or other it had seemed tho natural thing to say, and Henloy made it in a tone which was expressive of a depth of feeling rather wonderful in so cautions and unsenti? mental a man. He was almost astonished and half angry with himself when the words had escaped him. Ho looked confused why, he did not exactly J-now. Unfortu? nately, however, looks are a good deal moro eloquent than speeoh; still more unfortu? nately, the looks were not unnoticed by Miss Devonport. Somehow or other the remark, sufficiently meaningless as it was, seemed to hare established a kind of Tinder standing between Miss Devonport and Mr. Henloy, ?nd when Miss Devonport's car? riage was announced-Miss Devonport, senior, the young lady's annt-it seemed quite natural to Henley to offer his arm to escort her thither, and for Miss Devonport to accept it. "Miss Devonport," said Henley, just be? fore ho handed her in, "I wonder shall we meet again?" "Why, not, Mr. Henty?" Bat the aunt at that moment carno up, and I am disposed to think that a gentle pressure of hands-unintentionally, of courso-served as a species of reply. Oliver Hooley was not given to dreaming, and ho slept tho sleep of tho weary and tho jost. Strangely enough, however, tho first thought which suggested itself to his mind on waking was Miss Devonport, and the aforesnid pressure of hands. Ho thought, too, of her and of it moro than once over a late, long, dawdling breakfast. A long and remarkably objectless reverie was broken by tho arrival of a friend, who had been staying with connections in the neighbor? hood of Rattleborongh, and who was now waiting a few hours for a train to town. "By-thc-by," said Beauchamp, Henley's friend, "we had such a capital time of it at tho Oaks, and I have met thero thc very nicest people, without exception, with whom it lins been my luck to be thrown in contact. Thero was a girl staying thero who-but talk of angels. There sho is positively coming!" Henry looked, and saw no loss a person than Miss Devonport. Miss Devonport it was, and as sho passed tho pair on thc pavement, on tho side near? est to Henry, they both of them took off their hats. Miss Devonport, with a smiling and a gracious face, returned the bow-not, however, so far as Henley was concerned, but merely thc salutation of his friend. Miss Devonport, in fact, so obviously looked past him, that he began to thiuk her feelings during the night must have undergone some transformation "I seo yon know Miss Devonport." sahl Beauchamp, after the lady in question had passed. "I-I met her last night." "She is an exceedingly nice girl," conti? nued his friend, "and I must say I think Hughes-you know Hughes; ho was with us at Oxford, and has since come into immenso mino property-a far luckier fellow than he deserves to bo. But perhaps you were not told by whoever introduced you that she was engaged." No, Henley said, with a blank stare of as? tonishment, he hod not been told. But was Beauchamp quite sure? "Oh, yes, my dear fellow. I know all about it. I only saw Hughes last week. He was one of tho party at tho Oaks, and he asked tne to come to thc wedding. " Of course this information could really be nothing to Henley. Tho only remarkable thing was that, as he heard it, his face grow several degrees paler than its usual color and his hand trembled perceptibly on his friend's nrm. When Beauchamp left him, his thoughts turned to Miss Devonport aud tho events of tho previous evening. There had been no? thing very remarkable about them; but ho could not help expressing to himself au opinion that Miss Devouport's manner had scarcely suggested to him thc idea of a lady engaged to be married. With these thoughts in Ins mind, he determined to go and have a last look at the horses in their stalls, to see that all requisite cate was being taken of them, to enable them to win both for themselves and their owner, honor and glory on to-morrow's run. As he was going out of the hotel door, there confronted him faco to faco once agaiu Miss Devonport, aud her manner was the manner of tho evening before and not of tin; morning. There was, Henley fan? cied, a kind of blush upon her faco as she met her partner of last night; but ho was quite sure there was upon it a very sweet smile; aud as he looked at her, he felt moro disposed to envy than to congratulate tho lucky Hughes. It was plain enough now when Miss Devonport met him in the morn? ing sho must have failed to recognize him. Henley felt half disposed to speak then and there to Hughes' fiancee, and to make some inquiries after the fortunate lover. But Iiis acquaintance, he thought, would not justify thc liberty; and ho had come to a kind of unacknowledged decision with himself that in the future it would bo wiser for him not to seek to renew his acquaintance with Miss Devon poi I. Tho meeting happened tobe close to Bat tleborough, and on such occasions there were always numbers of persons who came to see tho throw off. As Henley rode up hu re? flected with pride on his appearance. Ho knew that ho was well mounted-as well mounted as a man need wish to be, and there are probably few pleasures more ex quisito than that which is experienced by a sportsman who is conscious that he be? strides a quadruped equal to any emergen? cies of tho hunting field. It was, therefore, with no small satisfaction that he wituessed tho eyes of tho spectators turned towards him as he made his appearance; and tho satisfaction was increased when he thought that iu the distance he could descry tho figure of Mies Devonport, mounted on the neatest of lady's hacks. As ho approached nearor, Miss Devonport, for she it was, turned her horse round, and as ho came qnuo close and recognized her, he ventured to saluto her with a bow and z "good morn? ing." But Miss Devonport rouminod, as he fancied, quite passive, or only inclined her head a very little forward in a manner em? blematic of frigidity. What could he have done to offend her? He almost wished to ask for an explanation on the spot. He was puzzled, ho was angry, he was hurt. It was a lino of conduct that ho could not un? derstand. Here was a young lady whom he had met at a ball, with whom hu had danced throe or four times, who had talked to bira without ?be ?east reserve, and who subsequently took it into her head at one moment to meet him as a friend, and at another as almost an entire stranger, just as the humor prompted her. The whole thing was unintelligible. While he was thinking over all this, he was suddenly roused by the familiar signs that the hounds had scent of a fox. He prepared to join the main body of tho horsemen, and as he was cantering up to the copse in whioh they wore, a voice ho knew said, "A pleasant run to yoa, Mr. Henley." He looked round, and saw once again Miss Devonport, with the sweet look upon her face that had attracted him so much two evenings ugo. The day was decidedly successful. As there is no necessity to give the reader a detailed account of a famous run with tho Battleborough hounds, the line of country taken by tho fox need notherobo described. As tho November twilight was coming on, Henley rodo np to his hotel, in an excellent humor with his horse, which had acquitted itself most creditably in the eyes of the Battleborough hunters, but angry with himself for being so much annoyed-pained, perhaps, would bo the better word-with Miss Devonport. Ho could disguise tho fact no longer; ho loved her. Ho had loved her from tho very first, and she had treated him in this unaccountable manner! But ho was prevonted from continuing these reflec? tions by a letter which was put into his bands. It was from his sister, and ho had half expected it for some days past. It merely told him that his father, whose health had for a long timo been bad, and who was then staying in tho South of France, had suddenly become worse, and was particularly anxious to see his sou. Would Lionel como at once? Yes, he would start directly-next even? ing. But there was one thing ho would do first. Ho would seek au interview with Miss Devonport. Ho would seo if ho could not meet her in tho street, and would endea? vor to gain from her some explanation. On tho following morning, Henley wan? dered about the town, but not a glimpse could ho seo of his partner at tho ball. Up and down the streets he wont, gazing into the dim recesses of linen-drapers'and milli? ners' shops, and other similar resorts, which it seemed to him probable that the young lady might affect, but still there was no Miss Devonport to be seen. Half-way? up tho High street to Battleborough there was a narrow turning, which led to what was generally called tho Battleborough Lawn, where the Battleborough band was in the habit of occasionally exercising its musical powers, and where tho less select of the Battleborough young ladies were wont, in tho summer, to erect their croquet hoops, and to pursue the mimic warfare of tho mal? let. It was half unconsciously that Henley just now took the path. He was thinking of what was to bo done, how he was to see Miss Devonport-for he had quito deter? mined not to leave the place without seeing her-when au abrupt turn iu tho avenue brought him suddenly into tho lady's pre? sence. Yes, it was Miss Devonport-atlast. He stood still and bowed. Miss Devonport it was; but her face uo longer wore the look of tenderness and sweetness that had charmed him so much at the Hunt Ball. "Miss Devonport," ho said, bowing, "I am quito aware that I um guilty of some boldness in thus intruding upon you. But I have to leave Battleborough to-day, and I feel I cannot do so without a few words of conversation with you. Nor, if I apologize for asking, do I think you can well be sur? prised at my wishing for something of an explanation from you. How, then, am I to account for tho extraordinary manner iu which you have treated mo during tho last few days-now recognizing me as a friend, and now passing mo as an entiro strauger? I confess that when I met you I did not know yon were eugaged to Mr. Hughes-." "Sir!" interrupted Miss Devonport, with a look of absolute wonderment upon her countenance. "What? Is my information wrong? Is it not as I say?" "I am completely at a loss to understand to what cause I am indebted for tho honor of this interruption in my walk. Tho fact of my engagement to Mr. Hughes cnn be a matter of no moment to you. When I first saw you, you were a stranger, and a stranger you will still remain." Aud having said these words, Miss De? vonport, her face flushed with indignation, swept past him with tho air of a tragedy queen. As for Henley, ho stood rooted to tho spot. To him it was all a dream; but ho did not dream long, no laughed a low and bitter laugh. "A consummate actress! a heartless flirt! I envy Hughes! And these," he said, "aro tho Battleborough young ladies! I sup? pose tho atmosphere of this delightful placo superinduces tho habit. And here am I, who ought to bo proof against such silly contingencies, fooled exquisitely by n mero country coquette. Bah, let mo treat her as she deserves!" And Henloy strolled back to his inn-angry, and, though be would not have allowed it, wretched. As ho drove down to the Battleborough station he caught a glimpse of a form with which he was familiar; he saw a face that he know well. It was Mis Devonport. Did his eyes deceive him? She bowed to him as if nothing had passed between them. But it was Lionel's turn this time. And he remained still and motionless as marble. Two years had passed away. Henley had reached his father just-soon enough to be at his death-bod and to oatob his dying words. His two sisters had both married, and lie had returned to England the owner of 1rs father's estate, Wickham Manor. As for the Miss Devonport affair, he had striven hard to forget ii nil; but, in spite of all hie efforts, he could not banish every remem? brance of it. He was not the kind of man to carry about with him the traces of an over? whelming sorrow. He was still young, had wealth, his digestion was unimpaired, and he enjoyed life keenly Bat v.iicnever his thoughts recurred, as thfty did pretty often, to his hunting days at Rattleborough, Miss Devon port's image was never far off. Ho I could not forget it, brave and resolute as he j was. Great as was his self-control, there were times when he showed that ho carried about with him traces of a life's sorrow. There are some men who oan only love once. Oliver Henley was one of these. He had loved Mis? Devonport, and ho did not feel disposed to love any other woman. That was all. About two years and a half after the Rat tleborongh affair, Henley was staying with somo friends in town. There was to be a danco in tho evening, and the party assem? bled at breakfast were full of tho coming event. "By-the-by, Mr. Henley," inquired his hostess, "have I not heard yon say that you were at Oxford with Mr. Hughes, the gen? tleman whose mining property is so im? mense?" Yes, of course, Henley had been; and what was more, ho told tho lady, though not without a pang of regret, ho knew Mrs. Hughes-a little. Perhaps he should hardly recognize her now. "Then, Mr. Henley, you will soc two old friends of yours here to-night." Oliver said nothing beyond that ho should bo very glad. Nor did ho think much about tho "Mr. Hughes whoso mining proporty was so immense," but ho wondered how ho should meet Mrs. Hughes, who had done him what ho should ever think so grievous a wrong. Tho e vening came, and when Henley en? tered the ball-room, tho greater number of tho guests had already arrived. Tho first person whom ho caught sight of as he entered, wns Mrs. Hughes. Ho recognized the Miss Devonport of othor days at a glance. Tho faco had changed a little, per? haps, but a very little; and somehow or other, as ho looked, thc hair did not seem to him tho same jet black color that it had been. While he was standing looking at her, Mrs. Hughes came up to him. "Mr. Henley," she said, "I cannot say how glnd.?iow relieved, I am to soo you. For more than two years I have longed to do so. Can you forgive mo for what passed between us when last we met? No, I am sure you cannot. But when you know everything, I think you will. There was a misapprehension between us, but yon shall hear everything by-and-by." Bat Mr. Henley could only make some lame remark to tho effect that by-gonos were by gones. Would Mi's. Hughes givo ?ame on tho programme of the wife of the him the pleasuro of a dance by-and-by? Gladly; and Oliver dui}* endorsed his wealthy Mr. Hughes. Tho dance came; it was a waltz, the samo tuno as that to which he had danced with her when then sho was Miss Devonport, more than two years ago, in the ball-room of the Egertou Arms at Rattleborough. When it was over, they strolled into a con? servatory adjoining. Henley longed to say something about tho old days, but she had promised tho explanation, and it was for her to begin. "Mr. Henley," she at last commenced, "do you remuinber the Rattleborough hunt ball? Do you remember what happened after it-that interview between us?" Henley made no answer. "Would you like to hear how tho whole matter originated? Would you be glad if all could be righted now?" "What i/o yon mean?" asked Henley. "Simply what I say." At that moment, there was the rustle of a dress heard amongst the leaves of tho con-, sorvatory, but Henley was too much en? grossed w ith the remarks of Mrs. Hughes to notice it. "Here, Mr. Henley, here is my explana? tion. Let me introduce you to my sister, Miss Devonport." "Mrs. Hughes, Miss Devonport? What does all this mean?" But Mrs. Hughes had risen and loft the seat. Only Miss Devonport was standing boforo him-tho samo Miss Devonport of the liattleborough hunt ball, with the samo jet black hair, tho same lustrous beauty, tho same sweet, sweet smile as of old. Henley was too overpowered to speak. He tried to do so, but thero was something in his throat which seemed to choke his utterances. But each understood the other, and Oliver at last said ono or two words, and Edith Devonport kuew their moaning well. "Mr. Henley," she said, "I havo longed for this hour to come; I havo prayed for it. I knew it would como some time or other, but I did not know when. It has come now, and you shall know all. It was I whom you met at tho Rattleborough ball, not my sister. We aro twins. You are not tho first person that has mistaken us. But when you knew us, my sister, as being slightly tho elder, was Miss Devonport. I was Miss Edith Devonport. It was she, as you will know now, whom you met in tho street that morning on which you wero walking with Mr. Beauchamp. Sho told mn afterwards how puzzled she was by your salutation. It was sho, too, as you will know, whom you motin tho laue just before you loft. All through, you soe, it was a mistake." "Amistake," mechanically repeated Hen? ley; "but," and the surprise cleared off his countenance, "is it a mistake which it is too lato to mend? Miss Devonport-Edith -toll mo it is not. Toll mo what I now tell you, toll mo that you lovo me." "Mr. Henley, I have loved you .ver sinco we first met Is love over too late r " But the hearts of each wore too full to allow them to say many words. They had waite 1 for their happiness, and tho hour had reached them. Tho scales had dropped from off their eyes. All was clear now. How lone; they sat in the conservatory, they did not know, but prosently Mrs. Hughes* voioe was heard. She saw how matters stood at a glance. Everything was righted at last. SPECIALITIES Pocket Knives. THE Largest and Best Selection of Sed? gers', WoBtcubolm's, and Needham's PUCKET AND PEN KNIVES. Razors and Razor Strops. KODGERS', Wado and Butcher's, and WoHtonholm's vcrv best RAZORS and STROPS. ALSO, Emerson'd best STROP. Hair Brushes. THE Largest and Best Assortment of English and French BRUSHES-some? thing Superb, Toilet Combs. ENGLISH and French, Extra Large and Strong, of tho very bt ;t quality. Shell, Buffalo and Rubber COMBS. Tooth Brushes. THE Best Selection of Extra Fine Eng? lish and French BRUSHES to be found -warranted to laut from 1 to 3 years. Extracts and Toilet Powder. Labia's Fine Extracts. BROWN WINDSOR SOAP, Toilet Pow dor. Gorman Cologne, French Pomade, Hair Oils-with every variety of Ai I icio especially adapted for the Toilet. No hotter selection to bo found. Just received Dec 10 Jlmo* At E. POLLARD'S. HAVING iust received a well selected lot of choico imported FRENCH CONFECTIONS, I will lake pleasure in showing thou to tho lovers of pure goods. No discount on them. Neatly put up in boxes, and in great varietv. F II E S ll FIGS. Now Raisins, Dates, Nuts, of all kinds; Florida Oranges and Lemons, Bananas, Northern Apples, Ac. JELLIES. Tova, in endless variety. CANDIES Manufactured daily, of pure sugar, whole? sale and retail. ORDERS For Weddings and Parties furnished at short notice, by JOHN MCKENZIE, Manufacturing Confectioner, Greenfield's Row, Main st., Col., S. C. Nov 25 The Great Inland Freight Route, VIA Charlotte and So. Ca. R. R., AND PORTSMOUTH, VIRGINIA. THIS FAVORITE AND RELIABLE BOUTE offers superior advantages to tho MERCHANTS of COLUMBIA and UP? COUNTRY, in transporting FREIGHTS at low rates and quick despatch to and from Baltimore, Philadelphia, New York and Boston. Qa' Bates always guaranteed as low aB tho published rates of any other line. **- No chango of cars, or breakage of bulk, between Charlotte and Portsmouth. tar Marine Insurance from one-half to three-quarters per cent, less than by com? peting lines. For further information, rates, classifi? cation sheets, Ac, applv to. or address, E. R. DOR8EY, General Freight and Ticket Agent, Charlotte and South Carolina R. R. Co. July 24 _ Charlotte & South Carolina and Co I lumbla & Augusta R. R. Companies. ' ^mmmssBammmm SUPERINTENDENT'S OFFICE, COLUMBIA, S. C., December 13, 18C8. ON and after WEDNESDAY, tho ICth instant, tho Trains ovor these Roads will run Daily as follows, viz: GOING SOUTH. Leave Charlotte at.11.35 p. m. Arrive at Columbia at. 6.00 a. m. Leave Columbia at. 8.20 a. m. Arrive at Orangeville at. 2.15 p. m. OOING NOIITH. Leave Granitovillo at. 7.20 a. m. Arrive at Columbia at. 1.30 p. m. Leave Columbia at. 4.15 p.m. Arrive atCharlotto at.ll.10p. m. tar Close connection at Charlotte, with North Caroliua Railroad; at Columbia, with South Carolina and Greenville and Columbia Railroads, and at Granitovillo, with South Carolina Railroad Trains. tar Passengers for the North, taking this route, have tho choico of FOUR DIF? FERENT BOUTES, viz: From Greens? boro, either via Danville or Raleigh. From Weldon, either via Petersburg or Portsmouth; and from Portsmouth, either via Old Bay Lino and Baltimore or Anua mcssic Lino and Wilmington. Delaware. ?y TIME AS QUICK and FARE AS LOW ae by anv other route. BAGGAGE CHECKED THROUGH. For THROUGH TICKETS to Richmond Washington, Baltimoro, Philadelphia and New York, apply at Ticket Ofiico, foot Blan ding street Aii Accommodation Train will be rnn as follows: Leav. Columbia on Mondays, Wednes? days and FridnvB at 7 A. M., arriving at Charlotte at 6.35 P. M. Returning- leave Charlotte on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays at 6 A. M., ar? riving at Columbia at 5.05 P. M Passengers taking tho 6 A. M. Train from Charlotte can connect with Night Train of South Carolina Road for Charles? ton. Passengers from Charleston can-by leaving tho South Carolina Train al Junc? tion-connect with tho 7 A. M. Train from Columbia. CALEB BOUKNIGHT, Deo 13 _Snperintendent. Laurens Railroad-New Schedule. OFFICE LAURENS RAILROAD, LADBENB C. n., 8. C., April 29,1868. ON and after TUESDAY, 12th of Mav next, tho Trains on thia Road will commence running to return on tho DIDO d?y. to connect with tho up and down Trains ou the Greenville and Columbia Railroad, at Helena; leaving Laurens at 5 A. M., on TUESDAYS, THURSDAYS and SATURDAYS, and leaving Helena at 1.30 P. M. samo days. J. R. BOWERS, July 9 Superintendent Laurens R. R.