MR.

O'LEARY'S CAPTURE.
Does she really care for me?
was my first question to myself as I left the room.

Is this story about pre-engaged affections merely a got up thing, to try the force of my attachment for her?
for, if not, her conduct is most inexplicable; and great as my experience has been in such affairs, I avow myself out maneuvered.

While I thought over this difficulty, Trevanion came up, and in a few words, informed me more fully upon what he hinted at before.

It appeared that O'Leary, much more alive to the imperative necessity of avoiding detection by his sposa, than of involving himself with the police, had thrown out most dark and mysterious hints in the hotel as to the reason of his residence at Paris; fully impressed with the idea that, to be a good Pole, he need only talk "revolutionary;" devote to the powers below, all kings, czars, and kaisers; weep over the wrongs of his nation; wear rather seedy habiliments, and smoke profusely.