Rutland herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1823-1847, 1841-09-28
TUESDAY. SEPTEMBER IS, 1S41.

seven o'clock, but minute after minute passed and
still Colonel Morton did not appear, Eight clock,
came and then the groomsmen sptang into csrusge
and set of in search OF him. while the minis OF al
present filled with the mos, painful apptehcn.
sions. Isabel was almost Wild with terror. Illness
or death she deemed would alone de,an him, and she
sat with clasped hands and dils,-d eve listening
to every football A, length carriage was heard
driving full speed to the door and the momen,
Colonel dorton entered the apartment. Overcome by
her agitation Isabel sprang forward and threw herself
into his arms Disengagng himself from her, he led
her TO a seat and while stood in spcechess won
der he walked the door and locked H. then, return
| ing TO his trembling bride he looked down upon her
with expression shall never forget as he esclan'-
cd Isabel Athelstan, my revenge is complete You
love me-even now you would forgive the shame !
have put upon you and wed your laggard lover Yes,
my deb, is paid, and | leave 10 life Of lingering
wretchedness her who doomed 10 grave OF suicide
my beloved son Listen to me :! ,nued he, as with
wild cry Isabel started from her sea,-'~oman lis
ten to me He whom your cruelty murdered was my
son. the offspring OF the only pure affection that e-er
filled my hear--,he child of my love,-worshpped
even his mother In the mlds, Of crime. From
the pollu,ions of my dark life ! rescued them.
They never knew whence came the wealth which al.
forded them Injuries for which princes might seek In
vain they knew not why the husband and father LEFT
off his home of peace and splendor. My wife per
ished beneath the bligh'ng touch OF disease. and
laid her in the grave sadly but accomplishing; but
when my son was stricken down in the ,nds, OF his
, young hopes, swore TO be revengod his murder
ess. Isabel, could have pitled you-had you shown
one womanly feeling or plying tenderness towards
his memory, could have ped vou;-but no! 20,
Knocked him whom you had slain! Now go-and tel
yon brillan, assembage that Isabel A,helstan, III,
proud beautiful, the high born Isabel Athelsan plight
ed her faith to Antoine Leclerc, the buccaner l-ant
was spurned like reptile from his path
n As he uttered these fearful words he strobe away
v and ere our cries could summon assistance he ha
made good his retreat. The whole house was, o
: course, scene of confusion Isabel In stron
Mysteries, and we were too much overcome by tn
shock we had received TO use much discretion in on
details Of the catastrophe. Before the next mornin
a the whole town rung with the tale, and while Isabo
lay between life and death, the story of her unprnc
l. pied coquetry and its fearful reirlbuon in tn
n mouth of every
h Colonel Mortonor rather Captain I.ecerc was neve
' again seen in New York, but his black flag lon
. the terror Of West India traders, and fate
i. ship vanished in flame from the which hi
q blood stained bark careered.
a What became of Isabel' you ask. She never agai
d appeared in society. Bowed down by shame and so
~ row, outraged in her pride as well her affection
f. she took refuge in distant couny town, and in sr
? retirement endeavored to conceal her disgrace. b.
,r it until time had destroyed her maichess bes
~, and raised up another generation, to whom II
,e events OF her youth were but legend, Of oden tim
NJ that she could feel herself free from the brand whiC
NJ stamped her brow with shame, forget the blig
II which had fallen upon her Young heart.