Rutland herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1823-1847, 1841-09-28

abou, replace the picture hastily, but upon hearing
lsabes exclamation of surprise he turned and held !,
towards her With irepidaion strangely In contrast
with her former composnre Isabel eagerly gtasped the
picture Ii the face OF delicate woman, with lit
tie beauty but great OF expression, and
gazcd it the features seemed no, unfamiliar to me.
With a merry jes, looked up to demand the OF
her whose image thus lay upon the bosom Of bride
groom, but as did 50, caught glimpse Of the same
dark, evengelu expression in his counenance, his
eve fastened with serpent-like fascination upon his
BRIDE. lsabel's lip quyered as she returned the pic
ture and family repeated my question.
1t is the image OF one whom have loved as shall
never love again replied Morton passionstely; of
who is an angel in hcaven-of my wife"
Your wife " exclaimed Isabel
Yes, my fair Isabel said he, while sneer passed
his lip with the rapidy Of lightning had you ask
ed Inc Of my pas, life, you would have learned tina,
when you were but babe in the cradle was hus-
band and father
Isabel started, but stroyc 20 smile she replied,
am older than you suppose Walter you could scarce
~ have been welded many years ago. or else time
ss forgotten to trace his characters upon your brow
Morton smiled gloomily as he said, Shall tell you
of my past history Isabel Msthnks you should learn
something of him to whom you have plighted your
faith though prudence would have dictated tina, such
knowledge should have preceded your promise.
There was half-concealed sarcasm in this remark
which Isabel the soul, but she only shudiered
and was silent Colonel Morton, fixing his eye upon
! her agitatcd coun,cnance. resumed -
j know not what you read upon my brow, Isabel,
but it is certainly forty fire years since frs, beheld
the ligh, Of day. was born in wigwam,-my ia
Their Canadian fur trader, my mother an Indian
| AT these words both Isabel and myself gave in
voluntary start, which could no, escape his notice
Yes he continued, the blood of the red man, the
first possessor of the SOIL in my veins, and am
prouder of that title native nobility, than it, like my
gentle bride, could trace my descent from of the
grea, Norman robbers. My father sent to Paris
for my education, bu, | soon wearied Of books and
sought to study men. A life of adventure such as
rarely falls the lot OF individual in modern times
has been mine. married when scarcely more than
mere boy, and my wife and lived in luxury and
spendor rich estate in one Of the Yves, India isl
ands, while l--no matter; this is not the time tc
speak Of my of life My wife and son have boti
gone TO better world am now a lone and solitar,
man, but there is debt due me which you, my gen,l,
bride, must pay His eye glared fercey upon her al
he spoke, but when Isabel raised her fearful eyes tc
his face he banished all trace Of his emotion BY
single effort and with the sweet looks and honeC
words Of love-lke Establishments sought to soothe he
troubled feelings Now tell me, lsabel, said he al
ter pause you still willing wed the stranger
| augbt you know, the stamp of Cain upon his brow T.
Walter Morton replied Isabel soemny, as sh
stopped her lips his broad forehead if the brand O
Cain were written upon that brow in Characters q
blood, would not believe your crimes had stamped
" there
= For moment Morton seemed touched and sof,enet
+ Come, my Isabel, said he, we are growing too ser
II ous let seek gayer theme. Tell me Of your
) ly days; did you meet with one whom YOU ono
: loved even as you now loye Walter Mor,on'
d Never
+ If this little cabinet of yours could be unseaed Il
n abel, would tell tales of lovers vows
4 asked Morton, he laid his hand upon her writing
y desk.
D Look for yourself Walter, said Isabel, smiling,
- she touched spring and opened the desk
g Glad that the conversation had taken gayer tur
~ placed the cabinet on the table, and insis that
ed abel should examine and bum her love-toheus in Il
ell presence of her lover. With gay laugh she conser
~ ed, and tossed over many letter which co
rs tanned tie genuine pourings Of affection, lsab
skeched many an amusing picture ofthe writers.
" had already given many ~ the flames when Colon
Morton took up bundle Of papers, tied together
! labelled Poetry They the Of the unft
Is tunale Ernest Leclcrc, AMI fearing lest the paint
en- story should be revived hurrdly threw them into
re- abel S lap bot before Morton had the ban
IS writing. As Isabel flung them into the blazing p
ms Morton darted forward aud suatched them from
IN flames Seriously alarmed and ye1ed, Isabel slro
,pI to obtain them, but he resoute In rrtaini
ynl possession until dreadng excite his curiosity
he her apparent desire conceal them, Isabel pTomls
shl to read them aloud If he would return them Mort
IN, accordingly placed tic scorched papers upon The tai
re- and Isabel drawing oGe from the parcel. commenc
reading Bot anxious 10 dlsarm Colonel Morton
ell any suspicious which her anxiety TO secure the
M pers might have given rise, she paused and drew
IDS most ludcrous picture Of her Poelical lover She
ted pic,ed his tmdity, his awkwardness his eHsggera
OF sentiment, his morbid sensJihiy; and while read
on. the roem, which happened to be his lament for
bel ro,er nimcked his neTvou. gestures and pee
rite lar torr oi voice SHOCKED at her cruel nocFeIy
the the dead, bad no, tiooght Of Colonel Morton,
Is when ] looked towards him, the expression Of
led coua,euauce was almost demonacal Purng
li handserchcfio his mp, which was bleeding pfoius'
oct for Dc Lad almost bitten Il through, he pleaded 5
lie den ness and Withdrew, bu, the PaPefs dsaPPss
de- with him.
pom on tie night appointed FOR the wedding large
as brilliant pauy Sas ss,em5led. The apartments I.
decorated n o style Of unparalleled maguheeneei
IRE, every lL.ag DISPLAYED TIE union Of wealth and Ia