Democratic standard. [volume] (Georgetown, Brown County, Ohio) 1837-1850, 1840-09-17

coun,rv. He fled TO America, carrying !
with him. however, the best part OF his
wealth. which from his solitary habits,
accumulated from year to year. AS my
evil fate would have It, when was on the
yerpe OF womanhood, he formed an ac-
oua2ntance with a young Englishman,
Sir Genroe Walsingham, who soon ac-
onired nnbOunded influence over him.
NJ fatber died God forgive my susp-
cions if unjust, but his death was strange
and sudden. On opening his will, it was
found that all his wealth was left to me,
but on condition that ] married Sir
George Walsingham, who otherwise in
herited, TO my exclusion. ] implored his
mercy; told him | never could return his
affection; and, at last, finding retusals
and reproaches in vain, fled hither with
what money and jewels had. Alas!
even here he has pursued me!
"Sir George Walsingham was the off,
Ger who urged the Northumberland
to-day in few hours he will be here;
he will claim me as his wife; and what
resource have |? Will you save me from
fate more horrible than death?"
"Wih my life! only tell Inc what to do"
said Eugene, gazing on face lovely as
dream.
"You must stay here;I will go to
meet him, and be first TO propose a re-
CONSULTATION. We will send for a priest
who will mary u.s." Marry you and
Sir George9' eyes; you will follow us
to the church, and as we come out, you
will kill him. L" Kill him?" "Well"
{" But it will be an absolute murder, an
assassinationr' " "Murder, and him! it
is iustice-a duty; are you a cowardF'
She rose from the table, the veins dark
ened on her white brow, her cheeks col
oring crimson, and her eyes flashing, as
if she, at least, knew not the meaning
of fear. "But," said Eugene, pale with
contending passions, what needs this mar
riape2o "What! let him revel in my
father's wealth, which can only inherit
as his widow?" lie caught the earnest
GAZE Of her black eyes, the pleading Of
her beautiful lips; he caught her small
+ white hands, and swore upon them to dc
her will, "You must leave me now ;
said she, "it is late" She led him to thc
door. and as it closed, he again met thos,
radient eyes, and surely love was in thei
long and lingering look. That night tn
hotel was disturbed by an arrival. Tn
wind had changed, and the packet enter
,, ed the harbor. Next morning Eugen
learnt that Sir George Walsingham ha
: come; he learnt, too, that orders ha
been sent to prepare the chapel for
marriage. In vain he sought another il
teryiew with the lovely Allegrt
- A carriage at length drove up to the dool
), Supported by tall, dark, stern lookin
man, Allegro was borne 10 the vehicle
: Eugene followed it, and arrived just a
= the ceremony was concluding
. Sir George held his victim by the arm
. and fixed his keen eye upon her with
cold and cruel expression. She was al
most hidden by her veil; but she wa
trembling, and the little of her face tha
could be seen, was white as the marble o
the monuments around the chapel. The
ceremony was at an end, and they were
E departing. Instantly the young ParisidI
sprang forward and struck the bridegroom
, on the face. " Liar, murderer, and COW
: ard do YOU dare follow me?" The Eng
, lishman started. and struck him in re
turn. "For life or for dealh-yours o.
mirew cried Eugene, offering him one o
;, two pistols. They retreated few PAGES
y fired, both fell. Sir George was killed
!, the Partisan dangerously wounded. liz
= was carried to his hotel, where he re
! NAMED some hours insonsible. A
y length he was able to speak. Ills las
recollection was seeing Allegro faint il
the arms of the attendants. "Where il
=. shel" exclaimed he, looking round the
+ room eagerly. "Who, sir| "AIlegri
Lady Wal5ingham-Madame Paul.
:, where is she?" "She left town some
:, hours since" Gomez and be sank
= back on his pillow. No message haC
a becn left, aud no trace Of her could be dis
). covered; but one of tho servants brought
, him locket no we'll remembered seeing
= her wear round her neck that fatal eve
v ming. 1t opened with spring, and con
= tanned the miniature Ofa sngularly hand
;. some young man; but it was neither Si
n Georges likeness nor his own!