It was then the morning of the twelfth. Making all the connections, and there being no delay of the trains, I should reach the plantation early on the seventeenth.

At twelve o'clock I was on the way. Steam was too slow for my impatience. I would have harnessed the lightning. At last-it was sundown of the sixteenth-the stage drove into Newbern.

With my carpet bag in my hand, I rushed into the hotel. Four or five loungers were in the office, and the lazy bartender was mixing drinks behind the counter.

Sir, I want a horse, or a horse and buggy, at once." "A horse? Ye're in a hurry, hain't ye?"

"Yes."

"Wall, I reckon ye'll hev ter git over it. durned critter in th' whole place."

Thar hain't a

"I'm in no mood for jesting, sir. I want a horse at once. I will deposit twice his value."

"Ye couldn't git nary critter, stranger, ef ye wus made. uv gold. They're all off-off ter Squire Preston's sale." "The sale! Has it begun?"

"I reckon! Ben a gwine fur two days."

My heart sank within me. I was too late!
"Are all the negroes sold?"

"No; them comes on ter morrer. He's got a likely gang."

I breathed more freely. At this moment a well-dressed gentleman, followed by a good-looking yellow man, entered the room. He wore spurs, and was covered with dust. Approaching the counter, he said:

"Here, you lousy devil-a drink for me and my boy. I'm dryer than a parson-Old Bourbon."

As the bartender poured out the liquor, the newcomer's eye fell upon me. His face seemed familiar, but I could not recall it. Scanning me for a moment, he held out his hand in a free, cordial manner, saying:

"Ah, Mr. Kirke, is this you? You don't remember me? my name is Gaston."

"Mr. Gaston, I'm glad to see you," I replied, returning his salutation.

"Have a drink, sir?"

"Thank you." I emptied the glass. I was jaded, and had eaten nothing since morning. "I'm in pursuit of a horse under difficulties, Mr. Gaston. Perhaps you can tell me where to get one. I must be at Preston's to-night."

I

They're scarcer than hen's teeth round here, just now, reckon. But hold on; I go there in the morning. I'll borrow a buggy, and you can ride up with me."

"No, I must be there to-night. How far is it?"

"Twenty miles."

"Well, I'll walk. Landlord, give me supper at once."

"Walk there! My dear sir, we don't abuse strangers in 'these diggin's.' The road is sandier than an Arab desert. You'd never get there afoot. Tom," he added, calling to his man, "give Buster some oats; rub him down, and have him here in half an hour. Vanish, now, like greased lightning." Then, turning to me, he continued: "You can have my horse. He's a spirited fellow, and you'll need to keep an eye on him; but he'll get you there in two hours."

"But how will you get on?"

"I'll take my boy's, and leave the darky here."

"Mr. Gaston, I cannot tell you the service you're doing me."

"Don't speak of it, my dear sir. A stranger can have anything of mine but my wife. I keep her as private prop erty;" and he laughed pleasantly.

He went with me into the supper room, and there told me that the sale of Preston's plantation, furniture, live stock, farm tools, &c., had occupied the two previous days; and that the negroes were to be put on the block at nine o'clock the next morning. "I've got my eye on one or two of them, that I mean to buy. The niggers will sell well, I reckon.”"

Ap

After supper, we strolled again into the barroom. proaching the counter, my eye fell on the hotel register,

which lay open upon it. I glanced involuntarily over the

book. Among the arrivals of the previous day, I noticed two recorded in a hand that I at once recognized. The names were, "JOHN HALLET, New Orleans; JACOB LARKIN, ditto."

แ

"Are these gentlemen here?" I asked the bartender.

'No; they left same day the' come."

"Where did they go?"

"Doan't know."

In five minutes, with my carpet bag strapped to the pommel of the saddle, I was bounding up the road to Trenton.

It was nearly ten o'clock when I sprang from the horse, and rang the bell at the mansion. A light was burning in the library, but the rest of the house was dark. A negro opened the door.

"Where is Master Joe,
"In de library, massa.

"No; I'll go myself.

or Miss Selly?"

I'll tell dem you'm yere."
Look after my horse."

I strode through the parlors and the passage way to the old

room.

Selma was seated on a lounge by the side of Joe, her

head on his shoulder. As I opened the door, I spoke the two words: "My child!"

She looked up, sprang to her feet, and rushed into my

arms.

“And you are safe!" I cried, putting back her soft brown hair, and kissing her pale, beautiful forehead.

"Yes, I am safe. My brother is here—I am safe."

"Joe-God bless you!-you're a noble fellow!"

He was only twenty-three, but his face was already seamed and haggard, and his hair thickly streaked with white! We sat down, and from Selma's lips I learned the events of the preceding months.

CHAPTER XXV.

TRUTH THAT IS STRANGER THAN FICTION.

SELMA arrived at home about a week after her father's funeral. The affairs of the plantation were going on much as usual, but Mrs. Preston was there in apparently the greatest grief. She seemed inconsolable; talked much of her loss, and expressed great fears for the future. Her husband had left no will, and nothing would remain for her but the dower in the real estate, and that would sell for but little.

The more Preston's affairs were investigated, the worse they appeared. He was in debt everywhere. An adminis trator was appointed, and he decided that a sale of everything -the two plantations and the negroes-would be necessary.

Selma felt little interest in the pecuniary result, but sympathy for her stepmother induced her to remain at home, week after week, when her presence there was no longer of service. At last she made preparations to return; but, as she was on the point of departure, Mrs. Preston-whose face then wore an expression of triumphant malignity which chilled Selma's very life-blood-told her that she could not go; that she was a part of her father's estate, and must remain, and be sold with the other negroes!

Dawsey, shortly prior to this, had become a frequent visitor