The Columbia Democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1837-1850, 1837-06-17

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am not indeed what | seem. Rest here un-
til ] return. You are safe in this house.
will return in few moments. Do not be
alarmed
Charles went out and left her alone. He
went TO fashionable tailor's in Broadway.
and in ten minutes he was changed from
rough, dirty-looking sailor to a fine, manly,
handsome fellow, and his dress set off to
admiration his fine figure. He returned
instantly to the lady, and when he had en-
tered the room where lie had left her, he
found her walking backward and forward.
but not in the least agitated She had evil
IDENTIFY steeled herself to the worst, and was
prepared for any thing.
My name, sir, is Ellen Moran. Let
thatsunice for the present. Are you ready?'
said she, firmly, and without betraying any
emotion.
Il am, LADY,
They went again into the carriage and
drove to the mayors and in few mo-
ments were man and wife. When they
left the mayors house, Mrs. Barton gave
orders to the coachman herself, but in
voice whose tones were not heard by her
husband.
'Will you return with me?' inquired
Mr.. Baron, as his wife entered the coach.
mo, sir. We are going to your house,
where your presence will be required
Mr.. Barton looked very steadily at his
wife for moment, as she uttered these
words, and for the first time began to think
he had entered upon very silly scrape.
The idea even entered his head that she
might be a little out of trim alolt, and it did
not make him very comfortable.
The door was closed and the coach was
off. Not word was spoken on either side
during the whole drive, which was very
long-at least so it seemed to him. Charles
was intently thinking upon his conduct,
and was half inclined to regret his rashness,
but one glance at his sweet, new married
wife, settled that point.
The carriage stopped at the door of a
house of elegant exterior, in one of the
most fashionable streets in the city. He
alighted first, and handed out his wife in
silence. They assembled the steps, and she
rung the bell. The door was opened by a
servant in handsome livery.
is my uncle at home YETI
No miss, he is not replied the man re-
spectGully bowing.
Mr.. Barton cast furtive glance around
him. Every thing was arranged in the
most recherche style, and with the most Law
ish expense. She led him into a parlor
sumptuously furnished.
All that you behold said Mrs. Barton
as the door closed, ARE mine, sir. They
are now your own. Believe me, sir, /
speak the truth. Remember that YOU are
the master of this house, and all in it; and,
whatever may occur, do not forget your
own right
You surely cannot mean deceit said
Mr.. Barton, utterly at loss to account for
the singular conduct of his wife.
Trust me, sir-try me-believe me. l
will tell you now all can-all have the
time to tell. -Four years ago, my father
one of the wealthiest merchants in this city
died, and left me all his property. My un-
Gle, who will soon be here, was made my
guardian until | should marry, and he had
charge Of the estate left by my father until
that should occur. AS he had nothing of
his own to support himself, he has kept
me secluded from the world, and in con-
linement almost closely, since my poor
fathers death, well knowing that on my
marriage the property would pass from his
hands. His conduct, at times, has been
harsh and cruel, and particularly of late.
To-day found means to escape from the
house unseen. The rest you know
She then arose and rang the bell. A
servant came to the door. John, said she
send every servant in the house IN here