The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1838-10-24

er she smiled or sighed--no one had ever
noticed her existence-n seemed to her as
II she had fallen asleep, and that the spirit
OF her dreams wore that angelic face so anx-
lously bending over her but when Anton
IN explained that she was the lady of the
castle, and asked her whether she would
not accompany her thither, Jeanie's coun-
tenance changed TO look of sorrowful indig-
I nation.
My uncle Douglas has nigh broken my
fathers heart replied she, and have no
wish to look upon him Antonia paused.
but he may wish TO look on you-and
: perhaps-no, not perhaps-but certainly,
= your going will do your father good. Sir
: DougIas is angry now, but he will only be-
sorry when he sees your little pale melsn-
choly face
, JeanIc was easily persuaded She took
the proffered hand of the lovely Italian, and
r wound with her through the ,racklcss hen.
ther towards the gray turrets Of Greme
, Castle. Before Introducing her Into the
, presence of Sir Douglas, Antonia took her
into her own dressing room, carefully
smoothed the long brown hair which hung
: in dlsordered waves on her shoulders, and
after II moments thought, bound them with
"A tartan rlband-the clan tartan, SO disap-
. proved of by tho Creole widow.
Lady Douglas gently opened the door of
the room where The master of The castle was
seated, detailing many feat of strength or
tale of wonder To his dolized boy. His
countenance, as he looked up, wore a per-
picked and even dspeascd expression /;
and there were few who did not dread Sir
} Douglas dspleasure; but Antonio knew
her power. There she stood with her bright
bewilchpg smile and pctionlng eyes fixed
full on her husbands's face, waiting to be
questioned respecting The pale sad child
} by her side, whose mournfu features and
coarse dark blue dress contrasted alike
with the magnihcrncc of the castle and the
anmnted beauty of its mistress. The ques-
tion, however, wns anticipated. The mo-
ment Jeanne cast her eyes on Antonia's
; child, the strong and remarkable resem-
, blance TO her lost brother smote Oh her
heart, nnd, with gasping sob, she ex-
. claimed Douglas y
who is that sorrowfu little girl with such
: long hair; and why does she call me
: Douglas when do not know her p
i do not call you,' replied tho weeping
child. call Douslas,-ow Douglass
who never will hear or nnswer me agnin
Oh, brothers brothers!
Il will be your bro,her-I will be your
other Douglas, exclaimed the young Crane,
all the warmth Of childhood, and perhaps Of
his mothers disposition, kindling in hi,
eyes; and as he spoke, he started from his
seat by his fathers side, and came To kiss
away the tears which flowed fast from
Jeanie's eyes. Amonia advanced to Sir
Doug las her dropping curls Of glossy
black touched his bald fine forehead, and
her breath was warm on his cheek before
even she yentured TO inurmur ~. petition in
behalf OF Aberfoy's daughter. Sir Doug
las seemed wroth, mud n long and ANNA
ted discussion cnsued in which, MS far ms
the children could understand, the Italian
urged the gift Of Aberfoy to his disgraced
nephew, as an act Of generosity worthy her
husbands heart. Her last words, low,
uemulous, and spoken with foreign nc
cent, but distinct as bell in the evening
air, were heard, and understood by both.
You might pity him now-uhd help
him now. Think, If it had been our boy
who slept in that water, not To wake; he
has only this one left lo is so changed
it shall be al atonemcnt to Heaven for all
those angry words do, dear Sir Douslas
dear friend, do y
There was something inexpressibly melt
ing in those slow, clear Italian tones, and
her mode of expression. Sir Douglas call !
ed the little girI to him, and gazed alten-
lively at her.
'Yc're not like yers mother said he,
and ye may thank Heaven for it, though
she was bonny enough when she can''
here first. Ye're like your father; and
though there's one thing ] never can for
giyc-no not even If he were dead and
gore instead Of the puir ladies' | remember
so merry here-yet something will do for
Antonia's sake, ny and for auld lang syne.
Here's a tochcr for ye, aud when ye marry
far away, yen think of yere grand-uncle,
tho ugh ye never saw him but once.
Jcaule took the profered paper from Sir
Dougas Gfgme's hand, and murmurcd
more Of his words than they were spoken
with emotion, and that he never would for |
give her father
when Grnme Of Aberfoy saw his un-
ces gift to Jeane, (Which was dover Of
n thousand pounds,) he was tempted to
tear the paper to atoms; but he calmed
himself; he had liulo right to deprive his
child Of any portion Of Fortunes favors,
Who, by his own impudencc, had made her
all but u beggar; only. ms he returned the
deed 10 her possession, he could not resist
n bitter ejaculation against Sir Deuglnss,
nnd something he murmured Of 'profiligntc'
and WHY coupled with An,onIa's nan,e,
though even that he subsequently sofcued
with Wccl, weel, she meant it kindly to
the, and kindly TO the lassic; false and bad
though she be, the temptress with her daz.
zling eyes and her singing voice, ! mind
her laugh and the touch Of her baud MS u
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