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‘Be cool, ladies, I will save your father. Thorne|{ alone shall be the victim ; and yet how I shudder at gre me your pistols. Servant go io the door—say Senor the thought, with all my sins upon me-—~no, { cannot

endoza will be there in a moment—say he is putting

on his cloak. Now Mendoza, be a man-—-no ume for| myself on my knees before you. 1 never wronged you. acting the father, or crying now. Ladies one of you get |I have admired your firmness, when [ have cursed my me your father’s hat and cloak, Now, Mendoza, are you own weakness, Save me! save me?

listening to me?” ‘] am,’ ; ‘Well then, come to the door with me—ask the gen-

‘ Confess, then, did you net mean to sell Mendoza to

\save yourself?”

‘] know not my own motives, Thorne. I am entirely

tlemen very politely what they want; of course they will unmanned—ask me not to what lengths despair might invite you to accompany them to prison or somewhere or have drivena guilty man. Believe me, [ laboured anxi- other--answer without hesitation that you will be with ously and keenly fo- his safety to the neglect and danger them in one moment. ‘T'his you will do with your cloak | of my own; for then my thoughts were enaobled by my and hat on; give me then your cloak and hat—bid them |aspirations for his daughter. 1 am too mean and degrad- advance ;--1 follow with your cloak and hat on, as Donjed now to think of matching myself with such purity ; Luis Mendoza, and d—n all consequences—pistols ver-|and I have sunk into mean grovelling selfishness. ‘hank }

gus knives,—hurrah !

‘ But, sir,’ commenced Mendoza. :

‘Not a word, sir, I have no family, andI would die to| gerve an honest man or_bonnie lassie ;‘and ‘Thorne, you | jook after the ladies, never mind me, I have two. pistols for their two knives.’

The thing was arranged as quickly as this has been told. And away went Griflin, fullowed by the ‘ friends! of liberty.’

‘Now Mendoza, you must out at once—it is all Le! Brun’s doings—cut for your life--cut,’ said Thorne, ‘and run for my house. Ladies, this is no safe place for you excuse me, will you honor my house? ‘here is uo time for ceremony, rather on with yourcloaks. Young

entlemen, your escort-—servant, your master’s pistols. Now then ladies, are you ready! Anita, my arm: friend give Mariquita yours—you for the look-out, now heave ahead.’

‘Patricio, cried Anita, ‘secure my father’s papers, and then look out for yourselves.’ And the whole house was Clear in less than ten minutes from the first rap at the door.

Mr. Thorne and his interesting convoy arrived safe at the Calle Derecho withaut interruption; but great was their dismay as time passed on and no Mendoza made his appearance. Early next morning, Thorne was on foot to make his inquiries, but not a word could he hear of his whereabouts. The only consolation he could hold out to his fair and trembling guests was the probability that he might be concealed in some friend’s house, or might find his way on board some vessel. ‘ But cheer up, ladies,you are at least safe, both from Rosas and Le Brun: and what a comfort that would be to your old father, if he knew it. Ladies, you are the mistresses of the house. I must send for a female servant to attend you, and you may send for some female friend to keep you in countenance, if you can find one or think it pro- per. You will see the propriety of not moving out of doors for a few days. The only restriction | impose upon both of you is, that you will never drive me away from your presence by even whispering a word about thanks. And now, ladies, excuse me—Iam going to sally out on another voyage of inquiry, and before a word could be said in reply he hurried from the room.

After running about till he was almost exhausted, Thorne repaired to the Sala de los Estrangeros resi- dentes, or club room of resident foreigners, for a little refreshment; and scarcely had he entered when Le Brun stood before him pale, breathless, and woe begone.

‘Le Brun, cried Thorne, ‘you are a spy, a traitor: you are worse than I even conceived youto be. Leave me, fly this moment, or you meet your deserts from my hands, and in this very place.’

‘Thorne, cried Le Brun, with the most abject air, ‘I am the most miserable man in existence. I swear to you by everything that binds man to man, [ was not the cause of Mendoza’s capture last night; my life, sir, is in more peril than his. At this moment, the emissaries of the police are at my heels, and ere sunset I shall proba- bly be in prison—ere sunrise probably a corpse ; where is Mendoza ?

‘He is not in prison” demanded Thorne.

* No, no, he is not.’

‘Then thank God, he is in safer hands than yours or

friends—he is safe. Confess, Le\Brun, that you seek him to save yourself”

‘He is safe, you say; did you say he was safe”

‘| did” said Thorne, who had no idea of Mendoza’s running any risk except that of his falling into the hands of Rosas. ‘But begone, sir, I see your object; you would now seek his life to save your own little miser- able existence.’

‘Mr. Thorne,’ said Le Brun, ‘I am too abject now to resent insults or injuries. Thanks be to Heaven, Men- doza is now safe; my course is now clear. I can prove tc you now that, however base you may think me, L have his interest at heart.’

God he has escaped! I would not—no, it is impossible

I could have betrayed Mendoza, the father of Anita, to have saved my own worthless self. ‘The first sight of that old man’s honest self must have driven such thoughts from my mind. [ sought Mendoza, ‘Thorne, to give him these papers. Nay do not frown so upon me: they are papers signed by himself last night disposing of the half of his property to me in the anticipation of my being his son-in-law; if he escapes, his property may be disem- bargoed—mine never can be, Some papers of iny own are there too; some of these claims of mine, ‘thorne, will be recoverable. [have not a relation in the world; pray give them when—oh, I shudder to think of it—give them to the family of Mendoza, give them to Anita.’ ‘Silence, wretched pettifogger! think not that Anita Mendoza can ever stoop to accept the wages of treach- ery. I may, I will try to save your own mean life. Sit down there, take advantage of the short time spared you to arrange your affairs. 1am off to see what may be done to save you from Rosas, whom | despise more than [ pity you!’ and he rushed out cfihe room before the trembling Le Brun could thank him for his offered as- sistance.

Thorne was the creature of impulse. Possessed of a generous heart and warm temperament, he often con- ferred favors at the same time that he showered re- proaches.

He had known Le Brun as a respected and honoured member of society: he had never liked him—he was too prim, sober, and methodical, for his errant and jovial dis- position.

Le Brun’s steady, plodding, business habits Tom Thorne had sometimes considered a kind of reproach to his hap-hazard way of conducting his affairs, and though he had never made regular approaches to gain the fa- vour of Anita Mendoza, his vanity was offended to see the advances that the quiet, easy, sinuating address of Le Brun made, in gaining the affections ofthe only woman who ever interested him.

For al! these reasons he had ever disliked Le Brun, and now he despised him; but still, however dangerous it might be, he resolved, if possible, to save him ; and while in this state of mind he fell in with the captain of an English man of war.

It was usual for the English and French men of war in those dismal times to receive all fugitives who claim- ed their protection; and the Frenchmen even went so far as to walk through the streets in armed bodies, and receive among their number those whom persecution induced to claim their assistance.

Thorne had little difficulty in persuading the captain to lend his assistance in carrying off an intended victim. His vessel was to sail that evening : many of his beats were on shore ; and it was arranged that at four o’clock, when they were ready to start, a number of seamen should find their way to the Sala by different routes; and as the Sala was not far fromthe beach, they anti- cipated no difficulty in carrying off Le Brun.

prepare the fugitive. Le Brun was still there, another was there also, heaping every term of term of oppro- brium that could be fancied on that hapless and miser- able individual.

‘ You scum of the sea, you! Will nothingI can say to you persuade you to be a gentleman ? By the powers of Moll Kelly! Pll bring in the marker to dust your hair with chalk powder—the only powder you know anything about, you black-faced sheep! Faith! a sheep is innocent, and a ram will stand to its own defence; so the only resemblance you have to a sheep is the chance you have of—

‘Hallo there, Griffin! cried Thorne, ‘don’t abuse Le Brun now: our friends with the lanterns are after him, and here we come torescue. Le Brun, there is not one moment to spate. English seamen are now at the

the friends who are dogging you outside—and so good-

‘Yes, after your own weak, truckling schemes have|bye. God forgive you !

failed. Go on, sir.’ ‘Thorne, my steps were tracked out to Mendoza’s

‘Oh, Thorne, how canI? ~ ee ‘Come,come, no blarney ! cried Griffiin interrupting

This being arranged, Thorn hurried to inform and | _

tiously outof the room. ‘Spare his life, Griffin—he ws not worth the risk of your exposing yourself for him:

bear to dream of it. Save me, Thorne, save me! [ throw! spare his life for the sake of the black-eyed girl ; but don’t

forget that he spoiled a merry evening for us out at the chacra. By the way, your hurried departure must be rather inconvenient to you ; please take this (offering him some money )—nay, friend, take it; your intended caning match may cost you as much for damages. .Now hurry off, for [ must not appear in this affair” And so Le Brun the spy was hurried down to the beach amid a party of English seamen, to the great disappointment of two gentlemen with long cloaks, who were waiting to attend upon him until sunset, and who followed them still, with the view, probably, of seeing him safely. embarked, in

spiteg of repeated adieus bowed to them by Griffin,

who begged of them not to trouble themselves any fur-

ther.

All hands arrived safely on board; but whether Grif- fin had to refund any of Tom Thorne’s money for damages, or whether he pinked his friend, or was pinked himself, we have never heard.

Return we to Tom Thorne and his fair guests. Their

rage at Le Brun’s treachery was modified by the news that their father had escaped—for that he was not in prison was an escape; and to all parties it appeared best, that they should wait in their present quarter until they should hear from him. In the meantime, Tom Thorne’s position was a most singular one. A bachelor, we may say, by profession, he was harbouring two lovely girls—one of whom had often roused feelings in his breast that he could not easily account for: he was, moreover, their protector, he had been partly the cause of their misfortunes; they were, it might be said, fatherless and portionless; they interested every best feeling ef his heart. Need we work out the progress of results? ‘Tom found more attractions in their mild, subdued, but lively conversa- tion than in the loud frolicsome sports in which he had hitherto been a leader; smiles banished or supplanted cigars, and the sparkles of fair eyes were more often in Tom’s thoughts than the sparkles of champagne. Dur- ing this state of transmutation, Tom received a message that a friend wished to see him: the messenger was none to be relied on, but he brought a pass-word—ipso facto. Tom went, and it was Mendoza he found. The old man had concealed himself in the house of 2 friend, until he thought all danger past. With prudent care he had concealed his retreat, even from his best friends; and well it was he had done so, for Thorne’s house was watched for several days.

‘[| have heard,’ said the old man, ‘the care you have taken of my daughters: God reward you for it,{ neverjean.’

‘Excuse me, you may, said Thorne. ‘Give me the hand of Anita, and I shall be more than repaid. We will smuggle you off to Rio, or Monte Video; this storm will blow over—your political back-holders will soon be forgotten in the greater criminality of others: your estates will yet be restored. to you: and if they be not, I have sufficient to maintain you and your family, with- out even missing the resources of the chacra, or mourn- ing over the ruined speculations of Don Felipe Le Brun.’

‘Thorne, you are a man after my own heart. I have ever given you credit for stainless honesty of purpose : ifmy daughter accepts you as her protector you shall have my blessing.’

Mendoza, with his daughters, sought temporary exile, the embargo was soon taken off their property, and Tom Thorne afterwards sought, in the sweet smiles and flash- ing eyes of Anita Mendoza, an exchange for the idle luxuries of cigarsand champagne, Let us hope that he found them.

— POMNTIS AND UES.

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News by the last English Mail.

STATE OF TRADE IN THE MANUFACTUR- ING DISTRICTS OF ENGLAND.—THE MONEY MARKET.

Our advices from the manufacturing districts through- out England, although not of a buoyant character, are nevertheless on the whole rather more encouraging. At Manchester the official report of the state of employ- ment of the operatives there, shows, that during the week ending Dec. 28, an additional mill had stopped, and two had gone from short to full time. ees the increase in the number of mill hands working full time is 651, and there are 1304 fewer on short time ; but on the other hand, there are 608 more out of employ-

door—they will take you safe to their ship in spite ofiment. Ofthe total works included in the table, four

more are now working full time, with their usual com- plement of hands, but three Jess with a portion of their hands. There are five fewer works on short time, and four more stopped. There are altogether 567 more

‘chacra ;? my steps were watched to Mendoza’s house|Le Brun. ‘By St. Patrick, if he go, I go too— this| operatives working full time; 1770 fewer working short

last night; he was seized, but Thorne, not by my infor- mation ; no, thank God! not by mine. After this con-

know the poor devil was in such trouble. There is my

fession | ask you if J am not more to be pitied than des-|address, Thorne, please forward my luggage. Let us

ised. I may be upbraided as a spy ard traitor, but I oo always struggled to befriend Mendoza.’

have a bottle of champagne before we start. I will re- commend Le Brun to a warm half deck passage to the

‘ And why, Le Brun, are you so anxious to know of captain; and when landed,wherever it may be,ifhe do not give me satisfation, by the powers! V’ll take it. What say you, Thorne >’

‘Now, Le Brun, all ready?’ demanded Thorne.

‘ All ready, sir.’

Met find h b I uffer th b ‘ im not by sunset, I myself suffer the punish- ment intended for him.’ ”

“I foresaw that, wretch.’

* Preas me not too hard, Thorne: I thank heaven that

| ‘Here's to you then, Griffin,’ a Le Brun crept eau-

place has become too hot for me—Thorne, I did not|time, and 1179 more wholly out of employment. For

goods and yarn at Manchester little is doing, and prices are rather lower. One favourable circumstance connect- ed with the trade of this district is the export demand for cotton goods tothe Levant. A brighter prospect opens on the woollen districts of Yorkshire. Although the business done in Leeds, Huddersfield, and Bradford is not extensive, still there are symptoms of improve- ment ere long. The hosiery trade at Nottingham is

reported to be inani ition, and considerable aaivity prevails. tn Go deal usiness little is doing at

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