The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1835-06-24

and will pay it-aye though my heart break in the
effort"
Horace Latimer spoke in a loud, enthusiastic
ltoDe and he grasped the hand of Walton, and look
ed into his face with frank, and sef-assured air
but his whole manner changed in a moment, when
Julia murmured, in her soitcs most winning tone
-" Have you heart, Latimer Z" Walton heard
her not--he had turned away to hide the emotion
which swelled IN his heart the recollection of the
grateful old man-he heard her not, the hesita-
ting reply of Latmer.
" Yes-yes, julia" said he, ~ have a heart
and it is all yours"
4" Remember, then-to night she whispered
Walton turned again towards his friend, and gave
the miniature,
Take it, dear Latimer-I could not part with it.,
even to you, till had a copy made-that is now
finished, and the original is yours"
"Thanks thanks "a thousand thanks, my
dear, dear =" said Latmer-
"Nay, nay No more Of that, but look the
back of the ocke-that hair that used to be there
have divided and there is a vacant space. When
am dead, Latimer, let lock of my hair fill that
place-you start Am too bold to ask that my
memory should be associated with that of your VEN
cradle parent! But, ie my gloomy mood
have quite unnamed you Latlmer-and see the
tears in Jula's eyes, too-Forgiye me friends. Let
us think no more, such sad subjects"
"True dear Walton" said the smiling Julia
itt uS tulnh no HiOfc OI lt--WtHt TO more OI ", -
she repeated, in low emphatic tone, in the ear of
Latmer. Now | will find glass for each, and
we will drink to our future happiness.
Right, Julia Right, my best beloved fill our
glasses, and one for your sweet self, and we will
drink to our future happiness But stay Julia,
you forget your guest-give the first glass to Lat
mer"
"Nay nay, Walton this is yours-Mr Lati-
mer ] will help afterwards"
Rut .IuIia ~
"What, Walton L! will you refuse a glass from
your own Julia
lie took it; then she filled a glass for Latimer
and herself; they only touched the glasses to their
lips, as they murmured " to future happiness"
but Walton drank his off at a draught.
Twas drugged, Julia had drugged the glass she
pressed eagerly to her husbands lips he swallow
ed IT, fell back IN his chair, and in a moment was
senseless. Was it poisonl Murder! No, no--a
fend would have been less mercful and doomed
the wretch to death-but she was a woman, and she
only sought to steep his in forgcfuness till she
and her vile paramour could escape /; and then,
when all was gone-he should awake to his misery
Tie did so, he awoke-he knew all but nature was
more kind than woman, and before the sun set Val
ton forgot Julia III the rawlings of delirum. Days
passed by, ere he returned to himself; then he ask
ed for his chlld-Heaven had been merciful to him
it was dead "Now said he, 81 have but one
duty-one thought-one hope-one object in life"
They fed-hat guilty pair In a far distant
land they thought to hide their infamy and riot un-
disturbed, IN their unhallowed joys but the aven-
ger was behind-with the blood hound instinct of
revenge, he traced their path at last, they paused
in their fiight,-'twas in a sweet spot-a deep seclu-
ded dell in bright-skied Italy,
{" Here" said they, shall be our bower of bliss
tins shall be our home here will be happy"
In the evening, Horace walked out to enjoy the
GOODNESS of the breeze, and feast his eyes on the
beauties of the scenery he gazed with delight upon
HE vine clad hills and the orange groves that near
y covered the vaeys.-Far up the gorge from near
he summit of lofty peak, sprang out a little rivu-
ct, lcapng from rock to rock, the foaming water
cached the vale-once there it parook of the sweet
lulet OF the place, and scarce gave out a murmur,
Is it glded through the meadows. Ere it left the
ALLEY, it sweed out into a tiny lake, whose calm
md sheltered water gave an almost unbroken image
,t tree, and shrub and flower that crowded its mar
yin. Back from the lake, half hid by the foliage,
vas the rustic villa which the lovers had chosen as
heir home.
As Horace looked on this scene his heart was full
Of love and julia" Julia" he said-'' dearest
best beloved Now you mine--forever mine"
The lovers murmured words of tender happiness
were not unheard they fell upon the ear of one to
the gall of whose envenomed heart those sweet
words added bitterncss-but one for whom revenge
was preparing a rich feast, Walton heard them In
a moment he stood before the astonishcd lover
- Villain villain ~ he shouted-'' have tracked
you over the worlds wide span--we are met at last,
met to part no more. Hcrc-take this and choose
your ground"
Horace though surprised, was coward. No
vile as he was-guilty as he was--he was brave.
lie took the offered pistol without word-indeed,
glance at Waon's boodsbot eyes, and haggard
features, would have convinced him that words were
IN valn-he took the pistol Walton stepped back
pace or two, and gave the words-one, two, three,
fire y AT the last word, both pistols rang out on
the evening air. the hand of the excited lover
bled-he fired without effect. Not so Walton;
his heart was stone-hs nerves were iron-hs ball
sweryed not inch from-it pierced the yery heart
of his enemy.