The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1838-11-15

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Sweet dreams be with you, love
again. again! FAREWELL"
Something sounded like = kiss! shelher
applied 20 The hand or The lips we do NOT
pretend 90 say, but subsequent events
impressed il on The remembrance u hat
Inflated girl as though il had been scared
with The brand Of fate.
A the next mornings sun vas slrug-
Cling through the SNAKE which the night
air had settled in the valley, William Lew
elyn was again on the summit Of The Gath
Hill. where we first met him. tie was
mounted. - before. on the master Pen
darrsn's horse. and several empty. but
cspacious bags showed that his errand
was 90 neighboring mill. lie passed
the romantic and picturesque bend in The
river Tai. named Qusker's Yard. IRON
The location Of an old burying ground in
is gorge. and reached the wooded rayine.
oyerhung by hills. where the river enters
The level country. BseIling on the brow
OF The mountain, stood The ruined fortress
Of Castle corch. built 10 command the
pass. and which nov, msjeslic in iIs
dilapida:ion. added an imposing dignity
10 Ihe scene.
The hardy anizan was wrspt in his
thoughts. when his rsverie was arrested
by the noise OF an approaching horsemsn.
With full aud furious speed he approach.
ed. and as they met, their eyes sncOun.
tered. the rivals Of the last nights felsl
KiIley Pennant reined in bis horse
with such tremendous effort as IN bring
him on his launches; recovering himself,
he rose in his siirrups and shouted,
L" Oh, no! fair sir-well met! chance
has given me a boon did not hope for!
Come. dismount and defend yourself!"
So saying. he threw himself from his
horse, who. wearied with furious riding,
did not seek to escape.
William Lewelyn was a brave man,
but the thought Of shedding blood had
never crossed his mind, aud il was no,
with fear that his cheek blanched when
the furious kiIley drew a pair Of pistols
from his pocket and Offered him his
choice, and the passionate young man
CRASHED his teeth. and stamped with rage
ss he presented the butts Of the weapons
for his acceptance. Afer gathering a
moments eOmposure. Lewelyn addressed
him.
L" Kitley Pennant you are the son Of
the man | respect, to whom | am bound
by many ties Of gratitude; but for his
kindness. when an accident prevented
my working. the mother and sisters Of
my heart must have persisted from hunger,
his generosity supplied their wants and
assisted my recovery! Think you then
| can raise my hand against the life oil
one So dear 10 him as you are! No.
never!"
killey had s,riven hard to retain his
temper. during The dispsssi,na,e and calm
reply Of the man he 50 MORALLY hated;
but when he found him so unwilling 10
engage with him, the pcnt up thunder oil
his anger burst tremendously forth.
Liar, and son of liar! coward and
son Of coward, mean, contemplate.
piiiful coward, have no words-no-no!
no words to express The contempt that
thus | spit at lhe!'
As he attempted The indignity. power.
ful blow struck him nearly senseless Ia
the earth; he had scarcely fallen ere
Lewelyn was kneeling at his side. Ki,ley
was bathed in blood, and his late anita
gonist, in his turn frantic at the deed ,e
which he had been tempted, suove with
every energy 10 recover him. His per
severing exerlions at length succeeded;
he raised him from the ground, tore the
kerchief from his neck, and with il
staunched the blood which flowed rrofuse.
lily; he rested his head on his knee, and
with The kind solicilude Of an anxious
mother Ger the sick bed Of child. pour
ed words of comfort and encouragement
into his reviving ear.
| Killey al length recovered sufficiently
10 stand alone. he rejected the offered as
s;stance of his foe, but with folded arms
and perfect composure Of manner, silent
ly confronted him, the demon Of reveng'
flashing from his dim and coltied eyes
Lewelyn was the first TO break silence.
You have caused me to do grea
lsin, one for which can never forgiv,
myself. Why this violence! i neve'
harmed you, Mr.. Pernant."
"Never harmed me-" interrupted Kit
ley, the fires Of whose passion were re
, kindling with returning strength. " have
you not, mental in my fathers service
pared to cross my path in love. in 'h,
! love of Lleyla Pendarrsn! BY hell! vii
! be revenged! you must either Sight me
, or I will be your murderer"
II "No, no, touch them not" said Lew
slyn as Ki,ley picked up the pistols ant
again offered them to his acceptance, "
, cannot. will no, again lii. my hand agains
you!"
"Then on nv head be your blood!"
II Quicker than the though. Of ki,ley wa
the action of Lewelyn, as he arrested hi