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" Yea. Gator. you. Ithou ghtâ€"mndhopod ~48 was only anon {singing gin my own oars. Whafiisit, m goo friend ?--what on earth is it ‘2" “ Ay, howlin it is," rejoined the driver, looking over t o shoulder grimly at his unconscious compinion-e short but corpu- lent man 01_ middle age, who might be termed " gentlemtu." so fer us a new suit of broadcloth nndadecent hntband could carry him toward! that social elevation. “ you never spoke truer word than that, Mr. Clement. ave you not heard strange sounds e :- since we passed the Kirkstsne. likeiie rushing and rolling of thunder ?“ j " It‘s nothing on 0 run, " Mr. Clement ” responded tho othe gmvoly; “ We the “ Don’t," groaned the other, the im e of his companion. sightleee. immediate y freeenting itself before him. " There is ightning in the air. Pra. don’t. How should I ever find my way a one out of this howling yild‘erno‘sefl He spoke in a tone of pious reprobstion, such as would have gelled most people clothed with any remnant of self-respect. But Mr. Gator, who had long parted with his last r . only laughed the more. " Well. of all the ily-livered ch as ever I came Across, strike me blindâ€" ut you‘areâ€"" " This is truly horrible,” observed Mr. Clement Carr. as he clung in agony of terror to the side rail of the gig which was now descending a sort of precipiceâ€"" to trove] such a road as this in company with such a man I " “Ay, and 1 know who was a shaking, quaking summut else,” replied the other malicious! . “Just in that ’ere place, when I was a-tel 'ng you that pretty story about the young woman and her sweetheart who was lost in that very quag years and years ago, and was dug out since, only the other day, as one might say. all fresh and plmdnt. only a trifle browned with the peat, and all of a sudden we plumped in up to the axlesâ€"my life, didn't you turn a prettypolor l ’_' ' Agkin Mr. Cato:- relieved his feelings by peeletter peel of discordant laughter. and ageinjhe unwilling rocks returned his “ It war; a. quagmire." answered the other, ehuddering at the bare recollection ; “i_t_ vyes a shaking. quaking, swamp." “ Cater, be quiet. I say," interrupted Mr. Carr almost with a scream. " Don't s ak of anything dreadful like that; and oh’t swearâ€"for Heaven's sake don’t swearâ€" until we come to the turnpike road.” “ Then I shall talk like a parson to the end of this journey, that's certain, Mr. Clement. There is no turn ike. or an - thing like it, betweenthis an Clyfl‘e H 1. Why, gou’re never satisfied. you ain't. Yot di n't like the moor-track, as we came along. any better, just because it was a little slushyolike." “ Ah, did he ?" replied the man that was called Gator, in a sobersd tone. “Well, then, I ax his pardon. Mr. Gideon is a knowing one. he is, else what could be the harm of talking about any mortal thing on Donnerbliok Soars at midnight, with nobody but the devilâ€"who knows all about us ‘already, I reckonâ€"within hearing, is more than I can tell, and devilish funny." “Don’t laugh like that." exclaimed his companion, earnestly; “ don’t do it; pray don’t; and don't talk of such things. ‘ My brother said we were never total]: of them, even to one another.” “ W611,” cried the driver, slapping his thigh, " but that is a. good one; couldn't treat you much worse I" Here he laughed so loud and harshly that the mountain. walls were forced, though anllenly enough, to re-eoho his oheerleee mirth. "Ah, Mr. Clement Carr, but I think I could." “ W31], upon my word, this is pretty treatment.” observed the victim quoru- loualy; “ it really is, Gator. Why, you couldn’t treat me much worse if I was one of “19. netientfi-i’ 7- Bit you down I say ;" and the driver seized the other’s wrist, as he strove to rise, and forced him down with iron grip on to the 3031;339:511. “Ay, ay. that’s like enough; but my orders come from the master of both of us. " Bit where ye be, ' I saga My orders were, I was never to lose he! on ye,for that ye vlere ‘unfitted t9 7 want alone.” “ But look you, Shrubâ€"Thunder what a bump! I protest I thought my collar- bone was broken. How dare you talk to me in that fashion ? Am not I your mas- }.Ah n€u9" CHAPTER I. IN CRAVEN. “Who travels by Donnerblick Scars takes a bad road," runs a local roverb in Craven; and. like most prover , it con. tains ahalt truth. The cart«track is. in fact, so wretched that it has no right to the name of the road, eepeeiall too. since in the winter time it is not used by man at all. but is the sole occupation of a moun- tain torrent. Such being the case even at this present. when Craven (British, Craig- ean. “District of Rocks" isthe summer haunt of tourists. deman ng to be carried everywhere in wheeled conveyances, we may imagine it was no better in the {ear of grace 1820. At that very date, owever, and somewhere about midnight in September, two travellers might have Men seen (for luckily for them there was a moon) assaying that t ill-reputed way in a gig. Western Yorkshire, as geogra. phers are aware. does not fringe the sea- ooast, and yet upon the left hand of the wayfarers arose a wall of chi! as sheer and ‘ massive as any which oppose itself to ocean; scattered fragments of rock. too. similar to those which are found on the sea-beach. strewed the track, and in such numbers as to be unavoidable. W'hat there was of roadway. independent of these, was a natural limestone pavement, with fissures in it at unequal intervals. The vehicle, one would have thought. must have been made of boxwood at least to have resisted such continuous shocks ; and how the springs stood would have been a nerve to such as were unacquainted with the fact that the gig had no s rings. “Now, Gator. pull up, an let me out," cried one of the inmates, after a concussion which made every timber in the homely conveyance rattle and oreak. “ I’d rather get along upon all fours, if that be necessary, than sit through another jolt like that. Come. let me out, I say." “Bit where ye be, I_ say. My_ord_ers AVENGBD AT LAST. ' A Bury OI Love and During. the tumor of ““113: Ho 00“ BOP." “Gwendollno'u Hmo- " and owe: populu' nova POST‘MORTBM ADVENTURE 01' MB. GUY CLYFFARD. ' " Tho Boggnrt."oommonoed Mr. William Gator. calmly. " is what is more generally known as the Devil ; but while he is in those partadmgoea by the former name. as 'a sort of territorial title. When he is not elsewheremorubonto-Aat Shynton Hole. ‘ " The Boggartl " whiEEered Mr. Clement. homely. casting an apprehensive glance about him for an instant. and then reflxing his gaze u on the chasm, as though fau- oinated by its horrid depths, " what is the B art? " “ on I have lit my pi e,”returued Mr. William Cater, suiting t re action to the word, " I shall be delighted to give you all the informatiorflin my power. What a " (puff, whiff) “ fortunate man you are to‘ lviliait Craven for the first time with a guide I e me." “ Very good, sir.” replied the other with mock respect. “I am sure your wish is in law; only, Mr. Gideon said I was to e the greatest care of this here mare; and she's come a long way and wants rest; and here’s a. nice bit of level dâ€" there‘s not much of it in Cravenâ€"as ms to be put e-purpose for her to rest upon. I’m sure you wouldn’t be cruel to animals. Mr. Clement; cruelty is something totally foreign to your nature; 'our system is opposed to violence of all description.m here he enumed again, "so let us hide a bit. and wait for the Boggertz’: - “I have quite satisfied my curiosity, Cstor."observed Mr. Carr in a hollow voice, and speaking with no little difficulty on account of a tendency of his tongue to olesye to the roof of his mouth. - “ I was born and bred in Craven inyaelf." continued the keeperâ€"for such was the position which the driver of the vehicle woupied when at the Deneâ€"“ and yet I have never seen this sight but once before. There must have been a. deal of rain on the moors of late, that’s certain. There‘s always rain enough, of course; for all the underground rivers as you have heard a~rushing beneath ouâ€"the slinging in your ears. as you oalle itâ€"empty themselves here: _ But as for biling.‘ that’s rare." If Mr. Clement Carr. part proprietor of that famous asylum for the nobilit and gentry of aberrat’ed intellect, calle the Dene, Yorkshire, was in luck upon the present oooasion,his countenance exhibited no vulgar triumph, or even complacency. In fact, if we had not- had the word of the voracious Mr. Gator to the contrary, one would have pronounced, him to have bgen in theh worst luck conceilvl'able. so a ject was is appearance, as.c ' ' gto his favorite rail, and bowing hiflhole weight on the side of the gig most remote from the object of his terrors, he regarded the curious natural phenomenon thus pre- sented to his notice. -Upon the right-hand side of the cart- track, and separated from it by no fence of ‘any kind, gaped a huge elliptical chasm, far down in which the unseen water was bubbling and simmering, as though it indeed did box]. . “ Would you not like to step out now and just crane over a bit 7" inquired the last speaker, maliciously. pulling the powerful black mare he drove so suddenly up that she reared within a few feet of the frightful cavity. “ Why, darned if the man isn’t shutting his eyes lâ€"shutting his eyes, but moving his lips. Why, you ain’t a gammoning Providence again, surely There. that’s right; take a good long look at it. People come from miles away and spend a deal 0’ money to see Boden Pot even when it ain't a-biling as it is to~night. But you’re__iu luck, you are." \ “ But that’s the very thing it’s a-going to do,” returned the other withasneer; “ so what's the use of trusting ? Here we are, look, at the very edge of Boden Potâ€" otherwiee called Hell Gatesâ€"and. it’s a sight to be seen. Ain't the ground just opened with a. vengeenee, eh,_Mr.iclement ‘2" " I trust the ground may not open," ejaculated the stout man. piouslyâ€"“ I only trust the ground mayn’t open with using such wicked words." ‘ evedta: was Mr. Gator with the success of the imitation. that he indulged himself with another of his jcyless screechee. This was duly reverberated, as usual. with the addition of a curious humming Bound not discernible in the original. “There," ob served Mr. Gator. triumphantly, “ that’s what comes of trying to gammon Provi- dence. There’s Hell Gates abiling." “Well. you are a clever one," observed the driver, admiringly, “and you've a certain pluck about youâ€"that I will say, although on are such an everlasting coward. ow, to think of your attempting to gammon Providence in that way! It’s ‘a cut above me, and that's a fact. I lshouldn’t have’the face to set about it. Why, you know as well as I do that if you only get safe out of this bad road and indifferent company, and once find yourself in clover again at the Dane, you’ll be worse than ever; for won’t you be taking it out of them as is left, for all the terrors you have suffered in bringing this news of “our dear lamented friend as has exchanged our ’umble ,guardianship for a place where we are assured even yet more tender care will be taken of him!" The sanctimonious; suuflle with which these last words were1 delivered proclaimed them at once to be a‘ quotation from Mr. Clement Carr himself, whose ordinary speech, when not under the influence of alarm, it really rather} happily parodied. 89A delighted. at all! “ You're not to talk about is. Gator; you're not to talk about it.” interrupted the other piteously; “ and besides, we do it all for their good; and it I do but get safe home. it shall never be done again. so help meâ€"it never shell I" ‘vu wuuau nuvw uvw wul-uu' luv. 1. nu . as well as my men except . ideon; that in tosay, on would it you had me at the Dene, than“? here, perv hepe. I should rather have 0 advantage of you. being the more wertul of the two. My life. but it we d be a rett game it you were to be paid out orel’l your tricks in that very way! Think of one of those poor wretchea whom we heve left behind us yonder catching on here alone, under the herveet moon,“ settling his long account cgainet you for -_â€"â€"â€"” “ Haven forgive me. the men's gone med l " ejaculated the stout men. the thin red lines which were his lips growing white with oer. “ ell. end what it I was med. Mr. Clement ?” ureued the other with a leer. “ You wonl gnaw how toquiet me. _I app- waists underneath us on theii‘ wsy to Hell an.- n CHAPTER II. The bubbling and boiling had by this time subsided, but as the pair listened attentively, a dull, monotonous soundâ€"â€" doubtless the glutting of the swollen pool against the rock-could bedietinetly heard. ever since. Do on see ’these stones. as large “eggs, whio he has cast up from the water in his rage- and listen, you will hear him cursing to himself far down in theflepghe pfAHell Getas.’ in- â€".Vâ€" _ '-â€"..-n. 'v , 6" iv bed. and indsted upon being dressed in s new gray huntinganit. in which to take the field the moment he felt better. But Hownrth, on his gut, had his four-sud- twenty men. of w em the huntemsn and many others swore to the very buttons on the said suit. which they had observed were covered with the same eortol cloth whereof the cloth was made. It is imgossible to resist such testimony ; end the Judge gave into it like the rest. ' Lord have mercy upon me 1' said he 'end grant I may never see what you have seen: one or two may be mistaken, but five-sud-twenty cenuotbe‘ misteken.’ So Madam Clyfferd lost her cause." .. war. the noggir‘c'had haunted Baden saver since. D_o_ yop se_e ’theso stones. as " But the Boggert I" exclaimed Mr. Cle- ment. enthralled. despite his terrors. by this sin let narrative. "Wel . the Boner-t had hmmmd “Man .. viâ€" â€"â€"â€"â€"â€" whit-V Vu‘lbv Boltby, at York, in 1687. The wit- nesses for Madam were the doctor and other two. who had been with the Squire when he died. He had nefueed to_g_o to L-‘ -_a :.__._.,‘ , n “ But nobody answered that, although all the hunt had got their eyes fixed upon the advanoin pair. They ran on at head- long speed rig t towards the Pot it was not called Hell Gates then), and uy’s face looked like a hunted hare's the said, so it is like he knew who was behin him ; then he fled down the cleft, though all cried out to him to stop, and into the yawning If, as if for shelter, and that was his last oot- step which is printed there. There was no other mark or sign, though the man in black took the same road. Clyfl'ard’s Leap they sometimes call it. There was no more otter-hunting after that ; but Howarth goes straight home, and tells his wife he is ‘sure the Squire is dead, for he has just seen him chased by the devil into Baden Pot. And sure enough he had breathed his last in Clyfie Hall at that vs time. You may suppose how this was tal ed of over all the ‘ Fe l-side ; so much so, that Madam Glyfl‘ard, the widow, brought her action ‘against Mr. Howarth for publishing the scandal that he had seen her deceased husband driven into hell; and the defence set up was this, that he had so seen him. She aid the damages at five thousand pounds. It was tried before Judge -IAI.-. -A vr_s_ : on..- “ ' Why. Heaven save us! the one in grey is Squire Guy Clyfl'ard,’ replied the hunte- man. ‘And who is in black that follows him so close ‘2’ " Did I not say ‘ sudden and deplor- able.’ Mr. Clement? Why, you could not have caught me up more sharply, if I had hinted at a ooroner's'quest. Guy Clyfl‘ard, then, was a faraway ancestor, although in the direct line, of our late lamented friend and patient; and if there had been such an establishment as the Dene in those days, ought most certainly to have been placed there underâ€"what is our phrase?â€" judicious moral restraint. But there was no benevolent institution of the kind then extant, and so this mad fellow went at large. I can't tell you what he did, or rather what he did not do, to make Satan his friend, but it is certain he brought the 1 curse uPOn the Clyifards. There is an ugly story about his having left a mother and child in the caves under Ribble forest yonder, to find their way out by them~ selves; but at all events he was not a moral character, like you and me. He married a queer wife, too. The Clyffards have often done that, although it is only of late years that they have married beneath themâ€"nay, don’t be angry, Mr. Clement; I mean no offence to Miss Grace as wasâ€"but in that respect Guy Clyflard outdid them all. No pair were ever so cordially hated as they by the whole FelLside. Well, after a prettylong lease of life, and having sowed ‘his full crop of tares, as a arson would say, the Squire fell sick an was not ex- pected to recover. About that time, on a certain day in J use, one Mr. Howarth (his family live in Thor ale yet) was otter. hunting in Boden Bec â€"it breaks into the open above and below the Pot here, and is still famed for ottersâ€"and there was a matter of four-and-twenty folks with him on foot and on horseback. While they were at check, not a hundred yards from where we are standing now, a couple of men came running up the Fell with exceed- ing swiftuess. “ ‘ These be well-winded,’ said Howard to his huntsman; ' never didI see men run so fast before.’ “ Ahl how. indeed, Mr. Clement? You must ask the judge before whom the case as tried a century ago. Now, think of your not knowing that, and you a relative y marriage of the party in question! I don’t mean the Bogartâ€"although I have ‘seen you under circumstances when you might have passed for own brother to him â€"-hut Guy Clyfierd of Clyde, an ancestor of the very man whose sudden and deplor- able deathâ€"” “ Heaven is my witness that could not be hel ," interrupted his companion est-nee y. “ He brought it upon himself, Gator. It was a question of his life or ours. Don't you think the mate is sufiieiently tested, my good friendk The moon is sinking; in is getting sensibly darker." “2:735,“ already?" echoed the other. “ How could a. dead man plant a. footatep like that? " “ I should think it did," remarked Mr. Gator, dryl “ and it would have been dpath too.’ the man had not been dead “ I see. I seeâ€"it answered he, hastily ; “in death." Following the direction of the speaker's finger. his companion could just discover a spot. something of the shape of a human foot. The suggestion of a fellow- oreature having ever stood in such 5 'tion mi t have sent a chill to s bolder out than . Carr's. “I see. I see-it is too i htful." answered he,hsetily; “ it looks I' e oer- \mbbloaide 1’" which you should see by {the bye . or “hail! Wells. all country who! ' intheu to-heiunrem be in Boden Pot. See ow the white water churns down yonder. just where the moon catches it. like the froth on a. modmnn's lips. One hundred and oifhty feet sheer, 23 say. Mr. Clement. rom whore the grmoeues to grow; md there. at the very edge, do you see a toot-print deep in the stone. with the toes pointing down- ward: !" Bibbleside Pit (which 1 ze upon its lavish sheen. Whatever it gum in its mild radiance, straight grown isir, excegt the faces of the wicked. Fat sud afrei , irreeolute and cruel, Clement Carr eat in the sprin less gig looking like a vulgar Vitelliue. he countenance of Mr, William Gator. also, who did not con. trive to wnken the lodge-keeper (although he clung on to the bell as though he Were taking part in a bob major with his first, nor yet with his seoon summons. was harsh and grim as the stone deer- hounds that sat on either side the portal. When the gates were opened at last, he; lashed the mare into a gallop, as though‘ she had been the cause of their leug‘ detention. Still.eveu these men. as they eme from the double line of oaks. stun mg like sentinels whose oflioer of the watch was] Time itself, and beheld the Alike upon all the crowded towns it shines, where the children of honest labor sleep unconscious of it; as upon the lonely deso- late moot-lands! where there is none to inf in the moonbeams like some enchanterd pi e of fairyland. Around it s read the park. wooded and knowled, t e ferny oouohing-place of many an antlered herd; and behind it. as far as the eye‘ could range, rose the dark background of Ripple Forest and Fell. It was a scene to make the lightest hearted thoughtful. and yet, if viewed aright, to lighten the burden of the ‘most sorrowful. It matters not which sort beholds it, or if neither does. Autumn after autumn, age after age. the innocent night wears still this precious jewel of the harvest mean 1319011 her brow ; and the soft efiulgsnce ove ows the world, and steeps it in heavenly splendor. whether mortals care to mark it or no, as the Urim and Thummin shone in the same. whether he who looked ufion them perceived the pre- sence. of the 0rd of Hosts, or only beheld aburnished breastplate. It was the quietest hour of the twenty- four, as we in our egotism a1. wont to speak, as though it were not‘far otherwise with the majorit of our fellow creatures on this orb, and us midday with our own flesh and blood in t e under world. The high harvest-moon at full was flooding the silent woods with mellow light, and crown- ing the eternal hills with solemn splendor. Through the iron gates, the avenue stretched far and wide, and the broad oaks threw each a shadow of itself on the east- ern award, as perfect as though it were a cast mantle. At the end of the Ian vista rose the midmost tower of Clyfle Ha ; and on both sides, beyond the trees, vast masses of the stately mansion, or at least of its girdling terrace, could be seen sleep- ing in the mocnbeams like some annhnnfafl “ There is no inn, Mr. Clement," returned the driver maliciously. “ Here are the lodge gates; please to hold the nuns, while I get out and ring the bell.” CHAPTER III. “ I shall not go to bed to-night," said Mr; Clement Carr decisively; “ it would be scarcely worth while.” Mr. William Gator chuckled aloud. “ And look you, Gator, perhaps our stay- ing in the house may be looked upon as an intrusion at this period of the family aflliotion. To-morrow night we will sleep at the inn." ’ _v-_, â€"__ ~- -vâ€"‘J t5 believe. Butfij’reiiaer is Clyfle Hell itself; we shall have a couple of hours’ sleep before deybreal} let, if ye _pual1_ 91;." “1-,. ‘- “Nothing, air, nothing; except those tales which ‘credulity, fostered by local prejudice,’ in so a. t; to invent, and which ignorant and an ucated’ folksggego reed! I L- I__I2.__~ I'- n " But' there’s nothing against the Hall, my good Gator, is there? Mrs. Clyfl'ard has never breathed a syllable of anything unpleasspt?” “ Because you v3ill ligygaept upon it air. which is said to often alter aman'a opinion, and more especially as you will have done soin_Clyfl_e Hall.” 7 “ Why to-morrow morhiihé less thug-now, my good Cat‘or ?" inquired the other, with an air ‘of careless patronage. N Runnnnn an“ m:l' 1.....- -I--L __-_ .‘L .2. “Very ood,Mr. Clement," answeredthe other dry y. “Perhaps we shall differ less about this matter to-monzow Forging." 1111... ,, “Ay, you me call it an eratition, Mr. Clement Carr; ut it you ed lived boy and men for a. quarter of a. century within a. mile of Clyfie Hall, you would not be so glib with your tongue.” ‘ “ You are an ignorant and uneducated man, Gator," returned the other loftily, “ and therefore such oredulity, fostered by local prejudice, in in your case only natu- ml.” stand. They're particularly proud, I believe. of the ancestor who brought the curse upon them. If he didn't go downward by the way of Boden Pot, it 18 certain he took some other road to the same lace; but it was a fine thing, and a comp iment to the Glyfi‘ards to be fetched by the Prince of Darkness.” " I am sure they are welcome to any superstitions they Please," observed the other with a grating augh. “Folly of that sort is always a step in the right direction, and I trust that one member of the family,at least, may always qualify himself for a residence at the Dene." “ Don’t you go making a jest in the place we're oounng to of what happened to Guy Clyfl'ard, Mr. Clement. The Clyfl'nrds are an old family, and hug their traditions after a fashion which you_ mpyn’t under: ‘L-_J ml “ Nothing more, air," replied his oom- panion with some tinge of conventional respect ngfiareut in his tones for the first time. “ I ought you would think it rathera wild journey over them Fells." “It I ever come that acoureed road again." exclaimed Mr. Clement, breathing very hard. and shaking his fist in the direc- tion from which they came, “ may the fiend in truth fly away with me. as those otter’hunting fools fancied they saw him " I say," interru ted Mr. William Gator, checking his a for the second time, “11:3: you take care what you are talking a u .” “ Why ? where ? what ?" interrogated the other, apprehensively. “ You told me there was nothing more to be alarmed at.” “ Afe thefo no more bowldené, or under- ground rivers. or Pots. William ?" inquired Mr. Clement Carr with assumed careless- Master had had so muzh of him that he never spoke a. word until the dark and perilous way lay well behind them, and they were moving swiftly along upon what was hy comparison a leyel good. The two man listened for n little m to silence, than. “ Come up. mareâ€"come u} ejuouhtod Mr. William Gator; “ mu 11111131! 0130qu o! the Boggart," BROTHER AND SISTER. "Co'me down, air. and toil our tidings in a fitting manner I" cried Ila ph Olymu'd in ,7, V.~ V,,,,,,_ â€"'â€"â€"- die?" “ We regret to any, sir,”quoth Mr. Cle- ment Carr from the mautelpiece~“l speak for Gideon and myself-«hat the sudden and deplorable demise of Cyril Clyfl‘erd. an.. took place yesterde one!» noon at. twentymeven minutes an 3 hell exaojly tojour o‘clock? “I mi ht have known it." muttered Rel h yffard gun‘s] for it was the Sqn re of yCly ffo fifmeelt who stood before them. y“ Have I not been forewarned these three times ?"â€"then he added aloud, “ Commgv. air-rah , a. groom will take our horse. hon did my poor brother yril ,1), one “ My name is Gator, air," returned the driver, baring his head, and speaking with unwanted humility. “ We have just come over from the Dene.” l His inquiry was addressed to Mr. William Cater, but referred to Mr. Clement Carr, who. having climbed u to the huge marble mantel-piece oi the all by means 01a chair, had cleverly kicked it over, so as to isolate himself from all attacks of blood- hounds or others; and there he sat, with his legs swinging from the impetus of his exertions, but by no means from the care- less confldence which sometimes begets that motion in persons similarly circum- stanced. ' “ How dare you make this clamor at my door ? ” he broke forth after awhile. “ Who are you. fellow,‘ 1n the gig, and who is this our whom you have brought wi_th yoq? ” 1'1: -- :_A._:______ _ , In: “ That is Squire Ralph’s own chamber," observed Mr. Gator, nodding cautiously in the direction in question; " and if you’ll ‘ take the advice of so humble an individual as myself. you will not make such a dread- ful noise.” The shocks which Mr. Carr was adminis- tering to the caken door did indeed reverberate over the whole building; and the haying oi the bloodhounde, mixed with the rattle of chains as they strained to break their bonds. made up a hideous clamor. The latter noise. however, only incited Mr. Clement to fresh exertions; and when the door was suddenly opened in front of him. he rushed frantically in, crying, “ The dogs, the dogs! Shut it, look it; never mind. Gator! " without even cast- ing a glance at the person who had admitted him. Ifrhis alarm had permitted him to vs 1. m5 uuw uuunv, nu Du uvuuw.’ ' The feelings of Mr. Clement Carr (who eaten the side next the kennel) did not admit of articulate speech; but he got down with much more agility than could have been expected of agentleman of his to- portions, and running round the bee of the gig, applied himself to the iron knocker of the nail-studded front door with a will. The courtyard in which they now were was formed by three sides of the castle, which stared upon them from a score of curtained windows. as from sightlees eyes ° but through both shutter and curtain of one of them gleamed a pale and sickly light, telling of wakefulness and watching even at that elumbroue hour. " Very true, Mr. Clement," returned he. “ It's been in the family in one shape or another more than five hundred years. They say it has growed to this, hit bybit. from a single towerâ€"that to the west, I think it was, where the walls are sixteen feet thick. and the windows mere holes with bars to themâ€"wonderfully convenient for our little business, eh, Mr. Clement? But these great places don't change hands very readily. You may smile in your mischieful way, and Miss Grace, as was. is doubtless a very clever woman; but the Clyffards of Clyfl'eâ€"Strike me blind, but that’s the bloodhoundsl Well. I own it made my heart g?" itâ€"aâ€"pat. Did you ever hear such a how ' g in your life ? It really seemed as the b they had overheard us. and guessed w at we were thinking of. Them very bloodhounds, or leastways their ‘fathers before them, have been here these ‘three hundred years. Not even a guppy. they say, hasever been parted with y the family; only a full-grown one was killed by the king‘s order, or something like it. for eating the gate-keeper's child in Squire Guy's time. He swore it was such a piece of tyranny as he would never put up with ; but the dog was hung for all that; and the story goes that his master buried him in the chapel yonder, and got excommunicated by his priests for so doing. Hang the dogs! I hope their chains are strong! Well. it's ong_way o_f_ rousing the house, at all events.” “Fine place, Gator." observed Mr. Carr. as they drove over the stone bridge. but thinly covered with ivy, which only of late years had replaced the less convenient draw-bridge. He spoke not only approw ingly. but with a certain air of art pro- prietorship which did not escape is com- pani_on’a attention. deed. the picturesqueness of this edifice. girt by its broad black belt the sleepfi most. and far less any of the hiser associations which might have hallowed it from turret to basement to some folks. that claimed their regard. but the more practical consideration of how considerable an income the proprietor of such a domain must needs ssess, who could keep it in such due 0 er and repair; for old as Olyfl‘e Hall was, there was not a vee ‘ e 0! min about it; the lawns that 310 down to the moat side were smooth] s cm. and set with banks of flowers; and mm the stone terrwe above them. faced with fruit trees. came news of a trim rose garden. in every odorgns breath of the cool autumn air. various proportion ' oi the castle (for such in truth it w), °sch significant of its epoch. but hermo nixed one with the other by the revolving yearsâ€"even these men, I say. could not restrain a characteristic gutlzurst of .sdmirstion. It _wgs_ not, _in- (Continua on sixth mo.)