"Ah, I have it," she exclaimed at last, and began:-- "'We learn from unimpeachable authority that the Hon.

---- -- --, who represents a district of our city in the State legislature, was yesterday united to the Quateroon daughter of the late Gustave Almont.

She is said to be possessed of a large fortune, inherited from her father; and they purpose going to France to reside,--a sensible determination; as, after such a _mesalliance_, the honourable gentleman can no longer expect to retain his former social position in our midst .-- _New Orleans Watchman_.'" "Isn't it singular," she remarked, "that a man in his position should make such a choice ?" "He loved her, no doubt," suggested Clarence; "and she was almost white." "How could he love her ?" asked she, wonderingly.

"Love a coloured woman! I cannot conceive it possible," said she, with a look of disgust; "there is something strange and unnatural about it." "No, no," he rejoined, hurriedly, "it was love, Anne,--pure love; it is not impossible.

I--I--" "am coloured," he would have said; but he paused and looked full in her lovely face.