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I need not say, however, that I positively refused to accept this

offer. I would take nothing but the hundred which I had lent him,

and placed the handkerchief with all its contents into his hands.

"And now, Clifford, I must leave you. You have yet to learn another

of my secrets. I take the rail-car at daylight in the morning. I

am off for Alabama; and considering my Texan and Mexican projects,

I leave you, perhaps, for ever."

"So soon?"

"Yes, everything is ready. There need be no delay. I have no wife

nor children to cumber me. My trunks are already packed; my resolve

made; my last business transacted I have some lands in Alabama

which I mean to sell. This done, I am off for the great field of

performance, south and southwest. You shall hear of me, perhaps may

wish to hear FROM me. Here is my address, meanwhile, in Alabama.

I shall advise you of my further progress, and shall esteem highly

a friendly scrawl from you. If you write, do not fail to tell me

what you may hear of Mr. Latour Cleveland, and how he got down from

the muck-heap. Write me all about it, Clifford, and whatever else

you can about our fools and knaves, for though I leave them without

a tear, yet, d--n 'em, I keep 'em in my memory, if it's only for

the sake of the old city whom they bedevil."

Enough of our dialogue that night. Kingsley was a fellow of every

excellent and some very noble qualities. We did not sympathize in

sundry respects, but I parted from him with regret; not altogether

satisfied, however, that there were not some defects in that reasoning

by which he justified our proceedings with the gamblers. I turned

from him with a sad, sick heart. In his absence the whole feeling

of my domestic doubts and difficulties rushed back upon me freshly

and with redoubled force.

"Children!" I murmured mournfully, as I recalled one of his remarks;

"children! children! these, indeed, were blessings; but if we only

had love, truth, peace. If that damning doubt were not there!--that

wild fear, that fatal, soul-petrifying suspicion!"

I groaned audibly as I traversed the streets, and it seemed as

if the pavements groaned hollowly in answer beneath my hurrying

footsteps. In a moment more I had absolutely forgotten the recent

strife, the strange scene, the accents of my friend; for but that

one.

"Children! children! These might bind her to me; might secure

her erring affections; might win her to love the father, when he

himself might possess no other power to tempt her to love. Ah! why

has Providence denied me the blessing of a child?"

Alas! it was not probable that Julia should ever have children. This

was the conviction of our physician. Her health and constitution

seemed to forbid the hope; and the gloomy despair under which I

suffered was increased by this reflection. Yet, even at that moment,

while thus I mused and murmured, my poor wife had been unexpectedly

and prematurely delivered of an infant son--a tiny creature, in

whom life was but a passing gleam, as of the imperfect moonlight,

and of whom death took possession in the very instant of its birth.