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nursed the olive branch, while Bogle, seated in close proximity to the partition, listened with eager ear, intent, to the motions of their neighbor.

Three times in as many quarters of an hour did that mysterious General ring the bell; three times came up the waiter; three times he replied to the General's anxious question, “ that no one had called for him," and three times he went down again. After each interview with the waiter, Bogle listening at the partition, heard the General mutter to himself a large word, a scriptural word, but not adapted to common conversation; it began with a capital D and ended with a small n. Each time that he heard it, Bogle said "Gracious! Goodness!” At length his patient exertions were rewarded. As the clock struck ten, a step was heard upon the stairs ; nearer and nearer it came. Bogle's heart beat heavily; it stopped in front of thirty-two;"—he held his breath ;-a knock;—the General's voice, “ Come in ;'he heard the door open, and the stranger commence with “Good evening, General,” but before he could say “Brown," that gentleman exclaimed, “ Charles, have you seen Fanny ?”

Bogle, his ear glued to the wall, turned his eye toward his wife and beckoned. Artemesia approached, and seating herself on his knee, the infant clasped to her breast, listened with her husband.

The stranger slowly replied, "I have."
" And who was she with ?"
“ That Frenchman, as you supposed.”
"Good God !” exclaimed the stricken Brown, as in agony

he paced the room with fearful strides. There was a moment's silence. Did you

take her from him ?" Yes, I persuaded her to accompany me to my room at "The Union.'"

“Why did you not bring her to me at once ? "

“I knew your passionate nature, General, and I feared you would kill her.”

I will ! " growled the General, “By Heaven, I will ! but not so—not as you think; I'll poison her!”

Bogle, his face pallid with apprehension, his teeth chattering with fear, looked at Artemesia; ”-she met his horrorstricken gaze, and with a subdued shriek, clasped the baby; mit awoke.

The General, in a low, deep voice of concentrated passion, continued;"I'll poison her, Charles !”

“Oh!” he exclaimed with deep emotion,“ how I have loved that"

Here the infant Bogle, who had been drawing in his breath for a cry, broke forth;_"At once there rose so wild a yell.” Human nature could not stand it longer.

“Smother that little villain !” said Bogle in a fierce whisper; "I can't hear a word.”

Artemesia, with the look of Lucretia Borgia, withdrew with the child to the adjoining room, (No. 31, Tehama, contains two rooms, a small parlor and a bed-chamber), and administered a punishment that must have astonished itit was certainly struck aback. If babies remember any thing, that youthful Bogle has not forgotten that bastinado applied a little higher up than is customary among the Turks-to this day. At length the tumult dwindled to a calm," and again Bogle clapped his ear to the wall. He heard but the concluding words of the murderous General“Bring her


with you at ten o'clock to-morrow evening, and a sack; after it is over, we will put her body in it, and carry her to Meiggs' wharf, where there are plenty of brick; we can fill the sack with them and throw her off.”

“Well, sir," replied the stranger, “if you are determined to do it, I will; but poor Fanny!”_here emotion choked his utterance.

“You do as I tell you, sir;" growled the General,“ there's no weakness about me!” Here the door opened and closed.

Bogle rose from his knees, the perspiration was running down his fat face in streams.-“ No weakness," said he, “Goodness Gracious! I should say not;—what an awful affair ;-coming so close, too, upon the Meiggs' forgeries, and the loss of the Yankee Blade;-how providential that I happened to overhear it all! Gracious Goodness !"

That night, in a whispered consultation with his Artemesia, Bogle's plan of action was decided upon. But long after this, and long after the horror-stricken pair had sunk into a perturbed slumber, the footsteps of the intended murderer might have been heard, as hour after hour he paced the floor of his solitary chamber, and his deep voice might have been heard also, occasionally giving vent to his fell determination—“Yes, sir! I'll–mur-der!!!!!!!! !!!!


The next morning a great change might have beeu observed in our friend Bogle. He appeared unusually quiet and reserved-pallid and nervous ;-starting when any one approached him, he stood alone near the door of the Tehama; he sought no companionship—he asked no questions. Men marvelled thereat.

“What has come over Bogle ?” said the Judge to the Major. “I haven't heard him ask a question to-day.”

“Well," was the unfeeling reply, "he's been asking questions for the last thirty years, and I reckon he has asked all there are."

But Bogle knew what he was about. At three P.M. precisely, General Brown came majestically down stairs; he passed Bogle so nearly that he could have touched him; but he noticed not the latter's shuddering withdrawal; he looked neither to the right or left, but, gloomy and foreboding, like an avenging genius, he passed into the apothecary's on the


“Give me an ounce bottle of strychnine," said he.
“For rats, sir ??? said the polite attendant.

The General started; he gave a fearful scowl. he said, with a demoniac laugh, "for rats ! ha! ha! oh yes for-wrats !"

“Yes," Bogle heard this ;-he heard no more; he started for the Police Office.

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That evening about ten o'clock, Bogle sat alone, or alone save his Artemesia, in No. 31. The baby had been put to bed; and silent and solemn in that dark apartment, for the lamp had been extinguished, sat listening that shuddering pair. A step was heard on the stairs, and closer drew the Bogles together, listening to that step, as it sounded fearfully distinct, from the beating of their own agitated hearts.

As it drew near, it was evident that two persons were approaching; for, accompanying the first distinct tread, was a light footfall like that of a young and tender female. “Poor thing !” said Artemesia, with a suppressed gasp. The heavy tread of General Brown could be heard distinctly in No. 32. The parties stopped at his door ;-a knock, and they were silently admitted.

The voice of the General broke the silence." Oh ! Fanny," he exclaimed in bitter anguish, how could you desert me!” There was no articulate reply, but the Bogles heard from the unhappy female an expression of grief, which almost broke their hearts.

“Fanny,” continued the General, "you have been faithless to mo—fickle and false as your sex invariably are! I

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