Rutland herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1823-1847, 1836-06-28

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was all Up in arms.
Aboa, two hundred yards ont OF the village wss
q venerable pale remarkable for its me gnfceri ,tc
and gallery Of pictures. called NJ Place. end II
being shat 10 termed 'saosc. kcs,e, many we're the
visi,ers from the surrounding towns, one Of which
wss fashionable and frcquented watering place.
On Wednesdays and Saturdays, " IVES. Is is now
open from ii until 0. AFTER which time the Emperor
Of all The Russiss might demand sdmittance in
vain.
Al ten minutes 10 siI. the Horrtda arrive was
observed walking down the village at a rapid pace
he turned into the church. yard threaded his
way with hasty s,eps through the grave Stones and
after springing over the sie, crossed the noble
lawn on which stood the Castle ruin, and rang vio-
lently ct the portal gate.
Ii was opened by tho old portross.
lie NJ Place still 10 be seen n dems ndsd
the stranger.
Il, 10 open on Wednesday and Saturday, but you
are too late To il to-day" was the answer.
Too late ~ exclaimed the sgiaied applicant,
Impossible lit Us no, yet six-do no, deny me
canno, be too late--a friend III. dying perhaps,
is with eve have travelled seventy miles this
day purpose II am not too late -
at wants five minutes to six, SIR" said the old
woman. land being Saturday nigh, we shut up ear
ler--I cannot admit you, Sir"
my good woman " cried the vsitcr 10 a voice
of suppressed agony, 'f money will open that gate
it is yours-my fortune--any thing. shall be yours
only allow a lady--a young lady to enter for one
short hour
but, cir" persisted the FORTRESS, at is against
my Lords rules
Impossible . the owner would not hesitate did
be know all-all that do! My good woman, II
to night is impossible, will you admit US to-mor-
rowl"
SUNDAY, sir oh no--cant the lady come on
Wednesday ~
"wednesday Good God one may end her
life. My friend" continued the stranger, graspng
the old woman's arm. al will tell you the truth
this lady is young, beautiful, and dying-in a
strange land--her last and only wish is to gee but
for moment these ruins, where her happiest hours
we're spent, it is impossible that she can live week
now pause before you answer me---this is case
almost Of life aud death-will you open these gates
by zine to morrow, before service 7"
The old woman wavered some time and at last
consented.
Thank you" said the stranger. drawing his hat
his eyes "you will not repent this--we will te
punctuAl."
As may DO imagined, this alone tended to myst-
fy the FORTRESS greatly. who had seen from the
rsmpatts the new arrival and the next morning
before nine she waiting at the stile IN a state
Of hurried expectation.
No sooner had the hour chimed, than the stran.
ger and his companion entered the church-yard.
Curiously did tho old woman observe them both
as they slowly advanced towards the stile from
which the first glorious view Of NJ Place was
obtained. The gentIemun was tall,fair. and young,
bot shade Of the deepest. the most bitter anguish
was upon his countenance. The FORTRESS glanced
/ A. IL i'll
strong likeness.
The arm of the stranger was thrown round the
slight, shadowy 6gure Of the lady, whose lovely
face, coorless as the purest aabaster bore traces
of the sad ravsges OF disease. She advanced with
slow and feeble steps. her eyes fixed the ground
until they stopped at the stile. Then, as the mag
nifcent building with it's sloping lawn and stately
ems burst on the sight, she raised them and clasp
| ing her small thin hands on her breast, CLEAN Of
delight lit up their deep blue with sudden splendor
she leaut her head on her companions arm, and
suppressed sobs sgitu,ed her feeble frame. The
emotion was but for a momcnt--lhe next she rose
fixed on the stranger one .ong fond gaze, Their
turning again towards the ruin, she breathed hei
las, faint sigh whilst regarding its apparently dear
| iy-loved walls.
To paint the wild agony of the stranger were be
| yond the power of mortal hand. Shocked was
the old FORTRESS at the tragica event. she was more
distressed TO witness the grief ofthe wretched sur
yvor yet amidst it all. he preserved his ncog nto
no name escaped his lips. and still the question
went round, "Who is he y
a week passed, and spot Of ground in the TO
mantle churchyard received the remains Of the
young and lovely girl. No breath of communica
ton passed the lips Of the officiating minister, u h.
secrei had been disclosed 10 him.
Immediately after the funeral, the chariot anC
four wound up the bill Of the village, and the
stranger, its mysterious and bereVyed oSner, wa
never seen again. Bot there stands now IN th'
ehurchyArd fair white marble monument enclosed
within rails. IT is composed Of a tall square pedes
Isl, on which stands an urn; on one side Of the pc
oestsl is the relieve Of two doves bfeess, III.
other lowering above lite body; on the other side il
this simple inscription in black le,ters-"ELI.EN.'
London Court Journal.