The Brother Clerks; A Tale of New-Orleans.

for? that's no place for it. Who ever heard of cards and Bible keeping company on the same board?'

'Had you never neglected the one, you would not now be engaged with the other,' returned Guly, speaking in a soft but impressive voice; and turning his eyes for an instant from Arthur to Quirk, but immediately reverting them.

Arthur flung his cards upon the table, but without once lifting his eyes. He seemed to feel all that his brother looked, without meeting that full, sad gaze of hopeless sorrow.

'Come, now, Arthur,' said Guly, at last, laying his small, girlish hand upon his brother's brow; 'you are tired and excited. It is late, too-come with me to our own room.'

Arthur was ashamed to show any heed of his brother's words before his present companions, and he drew his head away from the gentle touch of that kindly hand, and remarked that he would go when he chose-not before; that he was used to late hours, and he'd run the risk of all deleterious effects.

'That's it-I like your pluck!' shouted Quirk, too excited by the wine he had drank to heed the presence of the head clerk. 'Don't let's be scared out of our rubber by a baby-faced boy, and a big Bible-'hanged if we will.'

'You shall not play another round beneath this roof to-night,' said Wilkins, resolutely. 'If you do not vacate this place within five minutes, I will turn every one of you out of doors by main force.'

'I'd like to see you try that game once,' replied Quirk, instantly, bending suddenly forward, as if to grasp the book upon the table.

Before he could touch it, Guly had caught it in his own hands.

'This was my mother's Bible. Never shall a defiling finger touch its sacred pages. Oh! Arthur, if there is any brotherly love left in your heart for me, go with me to-night. You well know there is no fear of reproof from me-I could not give it, if I would.'

Arthur rose resolutely, swept the gold into his pocket, and took his brother's hand.

'Zounds, Pratt! you won't leave us so!'

'Your five minutes are up,' said Wilkins, firmly, lifting his foot and turning the table, with its contents, over upon the floor.

'Ten thousand devils!' shouted Quirk, madly; and catching up the neck of a broken bottle, he hurled it fiercely at Wilkins, who was approaching him.

It glanced-turned aside by the head-clerk's self-defending hand-and struck Guly upon the temple. With a faint moan he sank bleeding to the floor, clasping his mother's Bible to his breast.

CHAPTER XXV.

'Rather will Ellen Douglas dwell
A votress in Maronan's cell-
Rather through realms beyond the sea,
Seeking the world's cold charity,
An outcast pilgrim will she rove-
Than wed the man she cannot love.'

Scott.

'Who rang the bell, Minny?' inquired Della one morning, as she sat looking over a richly-bound volume of engravings, a recent gift from her father.

'General Delville, Miss.'

'Has mamma gone into the drawing-room?'

'Not yet, Miss; she is preparing to do so.'

'Well, Minny, do you go to her, and tell her that Della says, please not go in this morning, she wishes to see General Delville alone.'

'Oh, Miss Della, she would never consent to your seeing him alone in the world. I'm certain she won't; and there is scarcely any use of asking her.'

'Do as I tell you, Minny dear.'

Minny went out.

Since the evening of the party, the General had been very assiduous in his attentions; waiting upon Mrs. Delancey and her daughter to concerts, operas, theatres, and every other place which he believed would be interesting and entertaining to them. His bouquets for Miss Della were always selected with the greatest care and taste, and had the fair recipient been possessed of sufficient patience to study out their language, she would have found the General by no means ignorant of that delicate manner of expressing thoughts which lose their chief beauty by being spoken.

Mrs. Delancey, with a watchfulness highly commendable, had never allowed Della and the General to remain a moment alone together; and she triumphantly declared, to her very intimate and confidential friends, that not a sentence of admiration or esteem had the General ever uttered, but what she had listened to, as well as Della; and that she should, of course, as much expect to be present when he made his declaration, as to have Della herself there.

Twice had Della summoned courage to declare, in the presence of both her parents, that if General Delville came with any idea of winning her love she wished his visits to cease; for marry him she never would; but both times had she met with such stormy reproofs from her father, and such loud appeals to her pride and dignity from her mother, that she had ceased to argue the matter, and by both parents her acceptance of his suit was considered a settled thing. A man with a title militaire, and, moreover, half a million at his command, was not to be found as a wooer every day; and what though his years were many, when he had a fortune to long outlive him, and station, which any woman might be proud to gain? Surely, Della would be worse than silly, to throw away such an opportunity.

Mrs. Delancey was standing before the glass, arranging the folds of her elegant dress, with all the care of a Miss of eighteen, as Minny entered the room, and, standing at a respectful distance, delivered the message her young mistress had given her.

To her surprise, Mrs. Delancey merely raised her eyebrows slightly, as she heard her out, then turned round, with a smile upon her lips, and said:-

'Well, I suppose it would be better so. Matters have gone so far now, it is all as good as settled, and she, no doubt, is aware that he comes to-day to declare himself, and feels timid, poor thing, about giving her answer in the presence of a third person. It is but natural. Tell her, Minny, that her wishes are acceded to.'

Minny left the room with a smile, though it was concealed from Mrs. Delancey. She bounded like a fawn through the shadowy passages to Della's apartment, and repeated her mother's answer.

'I told you so, Minny!'

'I never could have believed it, Miss!'

With a changing cheek, but firm, resolute step, Della descended to the drawing-room, and gracefully received her visitor, who looked no less surprised than pleased to see her enter alone.

General Delville was a splendid-looking man; and this, united with his wealth and station, could scarcely have failed to win to his heart any maiden whom he chose to address, less frank and upright than Della Delancey.

His fine features were lighted up with a beaming smile of pleasure, as he took her hand and led her to a seat, nor did he resign that hand without a gentle pressure of the white and perfumed fingers.

For an instant Della sat, with downcast eyes, in silence, while the General gazed upon her with the same smile upon his lips, but no words.

Suddenly Della lifted her eyes, and turned them full upon the face before her.

'General Delville?'

'Della.'