As it is natural for you and Harry to sympathize with the king, so it is natural for Walter to follow these great spirits who are guiding their countrymen in their resistance against oppression. I wish, father, that you could look upon Walter's conduct in this light." "You're no politician, girl." "No, sir; I believe neither of us are learned in that way." "If you justify this rebellion, revolutions will become as common as Irish riots. For every imaginary wrong armies will spring up-the opponents of every new law will find a Washington to organize their opposition." "I know nothing about logic," said Rose; "but it seems to me to be poor argument to deny the justice of a great cause because its success would embolden unprincipled imitators. Revolutions certainly should not be entered into lightly. History will say that this was not." "This is waste of words," said Mr. Elsworth. “I did not send for you for an argument. Rose, I cannot consent for my daughter to marry a rebel." "If I were a giddy girl, father, you would be justified in exercising your authority. But I am a woman old enough to know my own heart-old enough not to be misled by mere fancy. I love Walter Armstrong, father. I have given a woman's promise to marry him -a woman's promise which is free." "I would rather see you wedded to a Turk than to a disloyal wretch, insensible to the claims of his sovereign." "This is nothing," replied Rose, bitterly, "but blind prejudice. It has neither sense nor justice." "Girl, I will not be tutored by you," replied Mr. Elsworth, rising quite excited. "I sent for you to express my disapprobation of your connection with Walter. My commands upon the matter are explicit. I forbid you to marry him." "Sir! Father!" of his breath. It lived a thing of power and pride, of strength and courage, and could not be controlled. For more than an hour Rose sat musing-painfully musing upon the clouds and the darkness which seemed sweeping down over her future, when her reverie was interrupted by Kate's bursting into the room, declaring that the horses had been waiting ever so long, and why didn't she come? The ride proved a wearisome one. In vain did Rose put her horse to his speed. The canter failed to animate her spirits, or to dispel the gloom that settled upon them. She was glad to return, and be rid of Kate's high spirits, which fell discordantly upon her heart. Some hours later in the day, as she was seated alone in one of the lower rooms, a cloaked figure approached the window, and leaped into the room. It was Walter Armstrong, who, tearing off his cloak, ran up to Rose with extended hands. "Why, Walter," exclaimed Rose, as she received a warm salutation upon the cheek from Walter's lips, "I'm so very glad to see you. How you look. Brown as a nut, and so like a soldier!" "With a soldier's appetite, Rose. I've neither ate nov drunk since midnight." "Wait," said Rose, "I'll bring you refreshments myself. Ah, Walter, now you are my hero! I must hear all your adventures. But I'll be back directly." Rose soon returned with sandwiches and wine, and Walter fell to consuming them with a vast relish, while Rose drew up to his side. Walter Armstrong was nearly six feet in height; slight and symmetrical of build; his manner full of unrestrained grace; his face frank and open in expression; his eye full of playful vivacity, and upon his lips there reposed an expression of mingled power and sweetness. His brow white, well-formed, and square at the temples, to which of all brows commend me, over which his brown locks curled with an artistic grace. In "Understand me, girl. I decline to continue the short, my hero was no less a handsome man, than my argument. My meaning is clear enough." Mr. Elsworth walked the floor rapidly, seeking in excitement and action the courage he evidently lacked to carry him through the scene. Moreover," resumed he, "we shall leave this place and return to town. Here we are exposed to the marauding and brigandary attacks of your apostles of liberty. When the people come back to their senses we can return." He turned upon his heel, and abruptly left the room. Rose flung herself into a chair, and leaned her face upon her hand. She was not surprised at the result of the interview. It was what she had expected and dreaded, but now that it had come, she experienced how inexpressibly bitter it was. Rose's heart rebelled against the injustice of her father's decision with more bitterness and feeling, because the love between Walter and herself had been fostered by him-encouraged and smiled upon by him. He had fanned the flame, and now capriciously sought to extinguish it. But it blazed up beyond the power heroine was a beautiful woman. "Now, Walter," said Rose, when his appetite began to wane, "I must have a history of your doings; and you recollect you promised me, when next we met, to tell me all about that marvellous and secret adventure of yours, which tumbled you into a captaincy so suddenly. Shall I have it now?" "If you wish it, certainly. You know, Rose, how at first I concealed my whiggish principles from you, fearing the consequences of an avowal, but you do not know how in secret I fretted and raved at the weakness which kept me at your side. While in this state of mind an unexpected opportunity was afforded me of doing our cause a decided service. I seized upon it at once, determined to make amends for my past inactivity by a brilliant exploit, and if the loss of your hand was the consequence, to find what compensation I could for such a calamity in the fame attending the adventure. In brief, I resolved at once to come out boldly a rebel-and to signalize my advent by a bold and brilliant stroke. An English officer, high in rank, was encamped with his troop at a certain locality. The officer's head-quarters they flew, and upon reaching the steep-peaked garret, crowded with broken furniture, and the usual accumu "They will not suspect a concealed whig in my father's house, so here I think you will be safe." "I wonder who they are-what command," said Walter. "Can we get a peep at them any how?" "Yes, down upon your knees, and you can reach those little lights." Walter crawled to the little foot-high lights that were set in front beneath the cornice of the building, and by this means could survey the lawn and road beneath. He withdrew after a moment's close scrutiny. "Major Cleveland," said he. แ were in a farmhouse, and his troop were in possession Cleveland," exclaimed Rose. "I know him. We met at a ball.” Scarcely had the captain ceased speaking, when Kate came hurrying into the room, out of breath, and incoherently exclaiming that a party of soldiers were approaching, "Red or blue ?" cried Walter. "Bless me, Mr. Armstrong! You here? Why, I didn't see you. You'd better look out, sir, for they are red coats, and there's a big number of them too." "I must vanish," said he, running to the window, and then instantly retreating, "Why, we're surrounded. To the north of the house, quick, Rose. That's near the wood. Perhaps I can reach it. My fellows are waiting for me a mile below." They all hastened in the direction indicated, but to their dismay they were just in time to see a company of horse come sweeping around between them and the forest. "What will you do?" said Rose. "I believe I'm caged, that's certain. And I've no disposition to be caught, either. If they should know me for the fellow who served them the trick I was describing to you, an hour's time would suffice for them to make me an ornament to one of your old oaks on the lawn-a style of decoration that might suit their taste, but which wouldn't accord with my fancy at all." "Do they know your person?" "From description, probably." "We must conceal you, then." "If you've a rat-hole in which you can crowd me. After dark, probably, I can steal away." “Up stairs, then, quick," exclaimed Rose. Up stairs "The man of men," replied Walter, "who itches to get hold of my insignificant person." "Lie close here," said Rose, "and I do not think there will be any danger. I must descend or my father will be searching for me. Come Kate. Keep up your spirits, Walter. I'll manage soon to smuggle you, by Kate's aid, some wine and biscuit." Rose and Kate went out quietly and cautiously for fear of being overheard and seen. As they were descending the stairs they met a servant sent by their father in search of them, and with a summons for them to appear in the drawing-room. CHAPTER III. WITH head uncovered Mr. Elsworth stood upon the wide piazza before his house, receiving Major Cleveland and officers. The command was a company of dragoons, who were drawn up on three sides of the house. "My dear Major Cleveland," said Mr. Elsworth, "let me welcome you zealously to this abode." "A great many thanks, my dear Elsworth," replied the Major, as he mounted the steps of the piazza. He was short and stout, with a very pompous air, puffed up and over red cheeks, and dressed with a good deal of coxcombry. "I am delighted," resumed he, "to meet so truehearted a loyalist. We pushed our march, sir, in order to partake of your hospitality." "Will you enter the house, sir? The other gentlemen, I presume, will soon join you." Major Cleveland assented, and Mr. Elsworth, led the way to the drawing room. Rose was already in the room when they entered. She rose as the gentleman entered, and Major Cleveland, whose gallantry to ladies was notorious, with many bows and more airs, saluted her. "It gives me infinite pleasure, Miss Elsworth, to meet you once again, for the recollection of the occasions we have met previously, are bright spots in my memory. Permit me also, my dear inadam, to express how delighted I am to find that time, who deals so inexorably with us, has been won to favor you." "Oh, sir, I thank you," replied Rose. "The old Father with his scythe and glass,” resumed the major, who delighted in framing poetical compli-isments, "is a gallant, lady, equal to the best of us. For you his sands do not run." If you, sir, were Time's prime minister, your assurances would have more weight." แ "That is her pride, sir. Her passes are but play." Rebel, sir, from top to toe!" broke in Rose, with almost vehement emphasis. Major Cleveland stared, and Mr. Elsworth fidgetted nervously, but at this moment the door opened, and "I wish it were so, and then I would endow the ladies several officers were ushered in. At the same moment, with perpetual youth." Rose laughed. "Very pretty indeed, sir." "And how comes on the loyal cause," inquired Mr. Elsworth; "will it be long ere these rebels are taught their duty to their king?" "Have no apprehensions, my dear Elsworth," replied the major; "another campaign will scatter them to the mountains, and a live rebel be so great a curiosity, that to cage one and exhibit him would make a showman's fortune." "If he knew there was a caged one here now," thought Rose, "how the major would stare." "But where are your companions? I must see why they have not followed you," said Mr. Elsworth. They are delayed for a moment with the troop. They will be with you presently. By the bye, Miss Elsworth, I believe that there are a couple of gentlemen without, who are old admirers of yours-Captain Arbald and Lieutenant Marvin." Old, major! you flatter my taste." "Why, with beauty I thought the conquest of the morning stale matter by night." 'Oh, sir, if staleness go to make their age, they should be proverbed instead of Methuselah." 66 They were fascinated with you. My word for it, they would die for you." "So they once told me, but I courtesied, and replied that I should prefer a live rebel to even two dead loyalists." at the other end of the apartment, Miss Sarah Elsworth and Kate entered, followed by a waiter bringing wine and refreshment. Presentations and introductions followed, and Captain Arbald and Lieutenant Marvin caine up to pay their respects to Rose. "Gentlemen," said she, "my best welcome. My father is proud to receive you." "You do not know, gentlemen," said the major, coming up, "what pleasant things Miss Elsworth has been saying about you." The coxcombs both smirked. They would have quite delighted you, I'm sure." They bowed, tried to say something peculiarly ele gant and failed. "Gentlemen," said Major Cleveland (holding a glass of wine in his hand), "I hope you will all fill and honor the toast I am going to propose." The gentlemen filled. The ladies stood up. "The ladies! Speedy priests and rings!" said the major, with a gallant bow. "A doubtful compliment, Major Cleveland," said Rose, when the toast was drunk. "Can you think so, Miss Elsworth? Marriage would be a paradise for at least one happy man." "Ah, sir, marriages, though called matches, are mostly but sad patch-work." "I rejoice to hear you say so. Unmarried you are a star which all the world can worship." "An old maid, sir! Of many evils that would be the worst. Old maids and old bachelors are only the odds and ends of humanity." "And then," said the major, with a fascinating smile. "They vowed to live for me. I begged of them to put themselves to no such inconvenience; that I wouldn't trouble them to do anything of the kind; that if they didn't think it worth while to live for them-side, and speaking in a low tone. selves, I shouldn't intrude upon any suicidal intention they might entertain." "The happiest wit, madam, I ever heard," exclaimed the major, evidently quite fascinated, going over to her Excited by the danger of her lover, Rose was giving way to a feverish and unrestrained mirth-to a temperament like hers, the natural consequence of an attempt to conceal the inward fear and apprehension she was experiencing. "Really, Mr. Elsworth," said the major, "with your permission, I am urged to impose on your hospitality longer than I had first intended. There are charms here difficult to withdraw from. Have I your permission to postpone our further march until to-morrow ?" Rose started, and for an instant evinced some little apprehension. แ "And decidedly witty," continued the major. "Then they've been studying the almanac," cried Rose, who was giving the free rein to her humor; "when I saw them last they hadn't a grain, not even by scratch-" ing." "Really, Mr. Elsworth," replied the major, who appeared heartily to enjoy Rose's home thrusts, "your daughter has been schooling herself for a sharp tongue," "I shall only be too proud, sir," said Mr. Elsworth, to entertain the king's officers as long as they will consent to make use of my roof." "And what, sir," said the major, seized with a sudden idea, "if I should go further, and propose an extemporized ball. I do not forget that I first met your daugh ter at such an entertainment. These gentlemen have so long encountered bullets and muskets, they are eager for an engagement with bright smiles and flashing eyes." "A ball!" cried Rose, in utter dismay; "why, sir, you'd have to pit coat against coat. Where are your ladies?" "Oh, we'll drum them up. There are a dozen families within as many miles, and these gentlemen would ride a steeple chase with a dance as the goal. Trust me, they'll hunt out enough." "A wild one, I confess," returned the major, "but who would not pluck what flowers he could in the midst of many harsh and stern duties." after entertaining and rejecting a dozen different schemes, she went out, and stole secretly up stairs to Walter's hiding-place. She entered, and to her dismay found that he was not there. He had escaped, but how-and was he yet beyond danger? She hurried down again to her room and to the windows. Nothing was in sight. With an excitement of manner she vainly endeavored to control, she hurried to the lower floor, and upon entering the dining-room, to her astonishment found him there. "Are you mad?" exclaimed Rose, "back to your hiding-place!" "No, Rose, I shall not go." Why-what-not go back-" "And moreover," said Mr. Elsworth, "it would be a "Hear me, Rose. After you concealed and left me, suitable festivity in honor of our recent Long Island vic- a few moments' reflection convinced me that I was dotory. I only hesitate, sir, because of the incomplete-ing a great wrong to your father in permitting myself ness of our preparations." "We only ask a dance, sir, nothing else." "I will order the horses to my carriage immediately," said Mr. Elsworth, "to dispatch in whatever direction you may decide." "Then, gentlemen, to horse! Ho, for merriment! Hunt up the petticoats. You, Arbald and Marvin, are keen of scent-away with you!" In an instant all was spirited preparation and activity. Mrs. Elsworth descended to the kitchen, and directly servants began running in every direction, with dusters, glasses, china, orders, counter-orders, and so forth; vast culinary machinery straightway became in operation; and the thousand and one things began to be done and undone, which housekeepers always find so necessary upon these occasions. Rose flew to her own room, and locked herself in. What would become of Walter, and what ought to be done for Walter, were the problems she was striving to solve. In vain did she seek for a plan by which he might escape undetected from the house. Everything which suggested itself seemed too hazardous. At last, to be concealed upon his premises. I am a proscribed man. I am what is called a spy. My concealment here compromises your father. If I were discovered, the consequences to him would be severe. I cannot consent to expose him to those consequences. I would rather openly deliver myself into Major Cleveland's hands." "Foolish man! You are ruining all. Walter, for my sake go back again. This is a ridiculous and false sense of honor." "No, Rose, I am resolved." "Walter, I implore you. here 'Tis death to remain Rose was standing with her back to the door, which in her confusion and surprise she had left wide open. Walter's face was turned towards it. In the midst of her impetuous remonstrance, Rose saw her lover give a sudden start at something over her shoulder. She turned quickly— Major Cleveland was standing in the doorway looking at them. (To be continued.) THE SHADY SIDE. EW, even of dreamed rare dreams, and poured out my soul to its soli- I am an angler. That is, I have an assortment of rods of many lengths, and reels of many varieties, with baskets, and flies, and indeed all the paraphernalia of the art. I fancy myself a sound disciple of Izaak Walton, because my piscatorial efforts are largely mingled with reverie. But the truth is, I am afraid that ties quite with me reverie greatly predominates. It is true, someaccidentally times I rouse up, and find myself quite transported and very with excitement as I toss one after another upon the rarely have grass, the glittering and beautiful victims of my efforts; known oth- but usually my rod drops idly by my side, my line trails er footsteps in the stream, and with face upturned, I dreamily watch than my own the wind playing with the foliage of the old tree that to press its sod, why should I hasten to obtrude into pub- canopies me, or else I stretch my gaze beyond into the licity a treasure which has been neglected simply because far blue, while my thoughts mount, expand, traversing unappreciated? Even lovers have not found it out. The worlds celestial and terrestrial. moonlight that glistens upon the rippling stream and sleeps so softly and sweetly upon the green bank, has but rarely heard the whispered prattlings of affection. And if love, which so delights in shadowy glades, and silent paths, and mossy banks, and woodland rambles, has found no beauty in this spot, how can I expect the prosier part of humanity to pause and taste its sweets? But, indeed, I do not expect or desire it. I rejoice that its seclusion is so perfect, and I wander up and down, in and out, with a certain sense of mastership, as if I were monarch of the scene. It does not occur to me that it is the property of John Jellaway, Builder. Indeed, if John Jellaway, Builder, should appear some day, and lay his hands upon one of these old trees, and call it his, I should ignore title-deeds and all such miserable red tape affairs, and defy John Jellaway, Builder, to his face. How, indeed, by the sweet sunlight, and the flowers and the green sward, came it to be his? Have I not rolled upon the grass, and lain my head upon the rocks, and climbed the trees, and listened by the hour to the carol of the birds, and watched the play of light and shadow, and looked down upon the blue bright waters, and listened to its low musical flow, and But I must describe "Shady Side" more fully to you. It is the richly wooded bank of a little, devious, romantic stream, which, sometimes dark, narrow, and turbulent, at others is soft and rippling in its flow; at one time dashing fiercely with froth and foam down rocky descents, rushing on with a hiss and a roar, almost immediately to subside, and a little farther on to softly murmur among the meads, and lift up its lips to the kiss of the flowers. The bank itself is covered with a rare old growth of trees, a turf in places almost park-like in greenness and smoothness, but with occasional wild and tangled masses of brush and shrubbery. The trees interlace above so closely, that a darkened, and solemn cathedral-like aspect prevails below. The light chequers the sward in ever-shifting play, but sometimes comes down through an opening in a rich and mellow flood. The surface of the bank is uneven, sometimes precipitous and abrupt to the stream, sometimes sloping gently and greenly down to the very edge. The trees, many of them, stretch far over the stream, and the willows droop their pendant branches until they just touch the surface. The opposite bank is unwooded, abrupt and rocky in places, but mostly of swelling meadow, green |