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| Beware of that garden, ‘Tom Thorne, in the fe ening, iwhen vour heart is soft. Ride not with the ladies over ———— that yelvet lawn when the fi ‘reflected from their lovely faces,

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Scarcely were the words uttered, when the portly person and beaming face of Tom Thorne stood before

ush of the morning’s sun is them.

| Welcome, welcome! Mr. Thorne,’ said Mariquita,

a! r : ~|6 j f jus tatin tha ° in’ ; SONG. ‘ost to the bachelor world for ever, Tom, if you be sedu- ‘Anita has just been s g that Mr. Bruin’s attentions

‘eed to wander through these lovely woods with the ring- ‘Jets of Anita Mendoza playing round your manly shoul- ‘der; and as for the summer-houses, if ever you enter them let it be with a book ora cigar only; mind that Tom, mind that.

| nj Mendoza might be sixteen or seventeen, Mari- iquita, eighteen or nineteen ; both were beautiful, and

"So mournfully she gazed on him As if her heart would break ;

Her silence more upbraided him Than all her tongue might speak !

So mournfully she gazed onhim, Yet answer made she none ;— But tears that could not be repressed,

, ; icountry. ae F¢ll.slowly, one, by one. The contour of the features of Mariquita might be

‘more regularly beautiful than that of Anita. She was ‘more of a blonde, too; her eye was beautiful and bright, ‘ber figure graceful and elegant, but still it would strike

“T hoped,” she said—but what she hoped In blushes died away:

_possessed all the accomplishments and graces of the|

last night were so very pressing that she considers her. self indebted to him a hug in return,’

_ 6 Miss Anita shall find Mr. Bruin a very pressing cre. ‘ditor for the liquidation of that debt, said our hero, ad. _vancing towards her; and in the full playfulness of their character, both girls seized the gratified bachelor by the hands as if he had been an overgrown playmate,

_ Atthis moment Griffin presented himself, and the ladies hastily, but without agitation, assumed the atti. ‘tude of polite and attentive hostesses.

| Permit me, ladies, said Thorne, ‘to introduce my friend, Mr. Griffin, who | have no doubt regrets not be. ing yet entitled to the frank and warm recepiion extend.

“{ thought,” she said—but what she thought

She ed to old friends in the ‘Camp’ of Buenos Ayres,’

Her tears might only say!

She could do nought but gaze on him,

For answer she had none;

But tears that could not be repressed,

Fell slowly, one by one.

Alas! that life should be so short— So short, and yet so sad:

Alas! that we so late are tanght To prize the time we had!

The silent sorrow of that hour Will haunt his daily track;

And oft he’ll wish when lost the power, He'd called that weeper back.

TOM THORNE.

, at V ad see s fair and bright. | | — : oe be no doubt; but a) ‘We are happy to see you in the ‘vamp,’ Mr. Griffin,’ ‘beauty too much resembling the style of her sister, to replied the elder sister, with great courtesy. *We have ‘bear a favourable contrast with her, and yet not ej See an tn hele oe ae one saat ent distinct to establish a separate and A ERONIER | fod Bi. "Phorse coll env friend e. an with a visit , But how shall we describe Anita Mendoza? She ‘I consider myself fortunate in being introduced to was the mistress of grace and elegance, for they follow-| you by Mr. Thorne at a time when our company pro- ed her every step, and attended her every movement; mises to be agreeable to you. ; |you were a slave at her mercy, the moment you saw that, ‘| hope you are nccemnnnn to our long and rather \dark liquid eye, whether it beamed in kindness, flashed fatiguing rides "t the ate ae att in raillery, or sparkled with delight, from under its long, ‘lt assure you fam amply repaid alrea y, miss, for the dark, dangerous eyelashes. | fatigue we have undergone, by the beauty and richness To be in the presence of Anita Mendoza was to be in| of everything i s7teleer send — around me,’ said Griffin, an enchanted circle. When that eye was upon You, es a kind of circuitous ee your own identity was lost; your soul was lit up by the! ‘As you are acenstomed tot re beauty and freshness ‘beams that flashed from that magic eye, and rays of love of the scenery,’ said Mariquita with an arch smile, ‘may ‘or envy, mirth or folly, were reflected back tothe source|I offer you a glass of your favorite champaign, Mr. ‘from whence they sprang. Let none despise the theory | Thorne ?

A TALE OF THE MASORCHA CLUB ‘ofanimal magnetism; beside Anita Mendoza your heart)‘ You are very kind, Senorita, to be so attentive to my ' ; ©

ithrobbed, your pulse played, and your soul thought in

AT BUENOS AYRES.

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CHAHTER IV. | A scamper into the camp of Buenos Ayres, is one of| the greatest treats that the citizens of that town can en-| joy. T'rue, there is nothing to interest you in the scenery. nothing to admire in the goodness of the roads, and no-| thing to guide you in your journey but trees; still there’ is an indefinable charm in galloping with a good horse. and a lively companion over the boundless green plain. | With ‘the blue above’ and ‘the green below’ you rove free and unconfined—the fresh aliny air revivifying the blood which the rapid and easy motion sends thrilling through the whole frame. You feel etherealized. With-| out bounds to your progress or your prospects, away you go. Notrace of art here to mar the simplicity of nature. ‘The Arabs never were and never will be slaves, and now you are the Arabs of the plain—hurrah! hurrah! Tom Thorne and Richard Griffin appeared to consider.

themselves as Arabs of the plain, calculating from the

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/unison with hers. ;

Such were your feelings when under the influence of) the syren, but only then, for well you knew that that eye flashed or melted, and that smile played, and that lip! pouted, as brightly and perfectly for others, one and all, as for your own dear envious self.

Beside her she was your qneen and empress ; away. she wasa little minx, a sweet little flirt. ‘r’o sum up, In|

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dancing she was 4 fairy, in singing a cherub, and far|

favorite tastes, A glass of champaign will be very re- freshing after the ride,’

‘Or shall it be your favorite brandy and water ?? edg- ed inthe little wicked Anita, with a twinkle jin the eye, which took away every vestige of satire, that the ques-

ion might otherwise have implied, when addressed to:

our hero,

‘The brandy and water will be fully as good, miss Anita, replied ‘Tom, ‘if you would brisk it up with a few sparkles from those eyes of yours,’

° . . - ° > "9 Luis Mendoza,the father of these ladies, wasa rare old|‘ Which shall it be, gentlemen ?

Spaniard. He had travelled a good deal in Europe, es-

‘Mr. Thorne or I would be happy with either,” said

pecially in England, where he had acquired not only | Griffin ;* but pray let it be champaign, and then we hope some knowledge of the language, but 2 predilection that you will partake.

for its convival habits; and brandy and water had more charms for him in a cool evening, than ‘matte’ or * eau sucree,’ |

He had early lost his helpmate, and freed from this) check on his convivial habits, it required little encourage-|

ment on his part to keep his house constantly full of]

‘ Bravo, bravo, Griffin. champaign let it be.’

‘Pray ladies, is not the ‘ patron’ here

‘Oh yes!’ replied Anita, ‘but he is not likely to be back till late, he is taking a ride over the chacra with Senor Le Brun,’

An involuntary start escaped Thorne at the mention

rapidity with which they were scampering over the ‘bons vivants’ to assist him at the duties of the table, and/| of that name,

gallants to amuse his daughters at the sala; and more of‘ What ails you, Mr. Thorne ?’ said Anita.

his gallant and ‘bon vivants’ were to be found among| ‘ Nothing, Anita, nothing. Why T have had the plea- the Anglo Saxons than among the natives. | sure of meeting him this morning already. But I see wa sir : . : Thus were Mariquita and Anita Mendoza accustomed |!1ve interrupted your amusements at the piano, which stripping the wine; for a moment ago it wes in our face, from their earliest years to the language of adulation ; trust will be renewed after our refreshment.’

ground, clearing their way through herds of oxen, sheep, and horses, with long whips and loud huzzas.

‘Where in the name of Nimrod, are we tearing to,| Thorne >? said Griffin afier a pause. ‘Sure we are out-

and now it is on our back.’

‘We are going to Mendoza’s countryhouse,’ said Thorne, ‘to have some bantering with the ladies after our canter, and to let that awkward scrape of last night blow over, and be laughed at before 1 get back. You. have never been in the camp before inquired Thorne. |

‘ Never.’

‘Then you have a great pleasure before you. <A few! days inthe camp refreshes one like a month’s sea-bath-. ing. The air is so fresh, and everything wears such a. simple holiday aspect that it almost makes you forget that you are a sinner, and throw off bad habits rise, with — drink milk, marry a wife, and become a patri-| aren. |

“Well done Thorne! and so it may yet.’ !

“Then you can ride and dance, without getting weary, drink, without getting seedy, and eat innumerable beef steaks for breakfast, without mustard ; nay, you may even. relish water without brandy, and sleep without cigars.’ |

‘Love and beef, Thorne, versus cigars and brandy. You alternate between townand country, till you resem- ble a rich rowley powley ‘pudding, solids and sweets, revolving round and round each hour, making a most! delicious ‘ tout ensemble.’’ |

While our friends thus talk and canter to the place of, their destination, let us take the liberty of introducing | ourselves, m

The house of Louis Mendoza was situated on a rising ground on the banks of the ‘River’ of which it com- manded a beautiful prospect. There was a large garden. attached to it, adorned with the flowers which the coun-| try produced, most of them at that season, in the full, bloom and vigour of spring. Fruit trees, both of the| northern and southern hemispheres, froma the tropic and| temperate zones, diffused sweet perfume from their blos soms ; and vines, peaches, and orange trees were already decked with the budding promise of a rich harvest.

Summer-houses were there, woven into shape with creepers andever-greens, Birds of the tropics, in large

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|that endless sampler, when you must feel as tired and as.

and from having the duties ofa household thus early

_ That start was not lost upon Anita, though she affeet-

thrust upon each, there was less of maidenly reserve, a|€d not to notice it.

little of maidenly coquetry, with a dash of more mascu-|

Refreshments, music and gay conversation passed off

line character, than in other circumstances would haye|the time most pleasantly until the arrival of Louis Men-

been becoming at such tender years. The ladies were seated alone in an elegantly fitted up

and the other idly and listlessly hurrying her soft white,

—to awell known air in South America, the words of which imply that the singer never, never, never will get married—

‘No no no no quiero,

No quiero casarme

Es mejor, es mejor,

Ser soltera

Siempre paseandera

Del mundo

Del mundo gozar.

Amantes amantes

Constantes se encuentran

Muy pocos al dia

Con cara tan fresca

Como una violeta

Y con ojos tan

Brillantes a mi gusto.’

‘Well, Mariquita,’ said the young lady, throwing aside

doza and his companion. And now Jet us leave the merry party to enjoy them-

sala, the elder busy with her needle atsome fancy work, Selves, and sally out to introduce ourselves to the old

‘gentleman and his companion.

‘littie dimpled fingers over the keys of a rich toned piano| Felipe Le Brun wasa Creole, of about six or eight

and twenty: his father a Jerseyman, his mother a native of Buenos Ayres. He was what may be called a re- spectable merchant broker, who bought and sold for others as well as for himself.

His knowledge of most European languages, his ac- tivity, intelligence and business habits, were great ad- vantages to him as a broker, and as such he was exten- sively employed.

Luis Mendoza was, in every respect, a different cha- racter from Le Brun: the one social to a fault, the other temperate to a degree. Frankness, honesty, stout good heartedness, and aversion to business were the charac- teristics of Mendoza.

Le Brun was one of the new school men of business— sharp, acute and active. Mendoza was an extensive landed proprietor, and Le Brun was the agent through whom all his sales of produce was effected. It was under Le Brun’s guidance that Mendoza entered into those

the music, ‘I admire the patience you can bestow upon

exhausted as I am. ! ‘Of course, Anita, after that ball, sampler work is ra-| ther tame and tedious; but what shall we do? ‘Tam afraid we shall have nobody out here to-day,’ said Anita witha kind of suppressed yawn. 7 ‘I see how it is, Anita; you are wearying already for. evena languid compliment to those flashing eyes,’ | : Depend upon it, Mariquita, that my eyes could stand. no comparison to your lips with any man of taste.’ ‘How did you relish Bruin’s hugs last night 2’ retorted.

aviaries, nearly visible from being formed of green-paint- the other.

ed wire, lent the splendor of their plumage to enrich a

scene which the songsters of the air delighted to enliven! now in return, were he here to enliven us. And ‘ a Dios,’ here he is"

with their music.

‘Qh, the dear Bruin, I could not forbear hugging him

investments in which he delighted to believe that he was growing rich; and so he was, as Jong as Le Brun’s speculations were successful also.

A more careful man of business might perhaps have had some doubts as to whether or not Le Brun was not trading on Mendoza’s capital. This however was enough to satisfy the old man, that whenever his accounts were presented to him, they were always very flattering, es- pecially in the perspective, and that when he wanted money he could have it to any amount from Le Brun, who was thus in a manner both his agent and his banker; and why should he not be? since it was all but arranged that he should be his son-in-law.

Le Brun had long paid court to Anitu Mendoza; and

gracias a more accomplished suitor there was not to be found | within the range of the city. Polite, attentive, and gal-