The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1842-01-22

| llluS you duuTCSSeu HE WITCH We pdi iel
last. How have | meriled this crue
treatment"
"Our situations are changed, and had
hoped that you, like myself, had forgotten
the childish folly of our early years
that it would not be necessary to remind
you,'' she added, with dignity, 'that lam
no longer Edith, but Mrs Douglass.'
"Cruel, cruel Edith, thus to remind me
ofmy misfortunen
"Mr. Newton" said Edith, angrly in.
terruphng him, 81 cannot listen to such
language. You compel me to request
that your visit may now terminate, and
that it may not be repeated again"
81 obey you, Madam. have still one
consolation remaining. Your precious
letters-they at least remain unaltered.-
In them can recognize the Edith of for
mer times"
Stay, Newton;" said Edith as he
reached the door, '4hose letters, those
foolish, miserable letters, you will not
surely refuse to return theml''
''Return them! part with all hold most
dear? impossible! You cannot desire
such sacrificed"
ooh, Newton, if you have one spark of
manly, honorable feeling, restore those
lelters-give them to me-" she added,
clasping her hands. and raising her tear
full eyes to his, .and will bless you for
ever"
q can refuse you nothing, Edith, but
how shall ! return those letters? You
would not have me trust them to a SER
want, and you have forbidden me to repeat
my visit. Shall leave them at your hus-
bands of1ice9o
"Oh no, mop
"You have not acquainted him, then
with our former engagements
Edith gasped for breath. She felt that
she was in his power, and she dared not
provoke him, yet she was humbled to the
Gust by the necessity of submitting to con-
tlnue so degrading conversation. New
ton resumed.
GLOW shall convey the letters to
you, Edith?"
"Come here again to-mo rrow, and
bring them with you"
mo, Edith, cannot do that. You
have forbidden me to visit you, and never
again will cross the threshold of your
proud husbands mansion, but will wall
tomorrow in the little grove that skirts
the town: if find you there, ! will give
you the letters-if not, shall conclude
that you have relened, and wish me to
retain them as memorials of our early
love-"
He left the room as he spoke, and
Edith had barely strength to reach her
own apartment, where she continued for
the remainder of the day miserable and
restless, unable to form any plan by which
to rescue herself from her present degra-
ding situation, without plunging still
deeper into error. Bitterly did she now
repent the lalsehood she had uttei ed, and
realize that one deviation from the right
way renders many others necessary, and
often leads to consequences undreamed
OF, when we first venture TO quit the broad
pathway of truth. She knew not what to
do. She could not bear the idea, that her
letters should remain III Newton's pos
session, and yet to meet him as he had
suggested would be improper in itself, and
might lead to results, at which she trem-
bled to think, should the circumstances
ever come to the knowledge OF her hus- |
band. At one time, she almost determin-
ed to confess the whole affair to Doug
lass, and throw herself upon his tender
ness for forgiveness, but when she rem
embered his reverence for truth, and his
strict ideas of female delicacy, she shrunk
alike from the task of conlessiHg that she
had deceived him. or had addressed letters
to another, couched in such terms as those
she blushed to remember were contained
in her letters to Newton.
While in this state of wretched indie
cision, servant tapped at the door, and
presented note, saying that the man who
brought il waited for an answer. With
trembling hand, she tore it open and
read as follows:
awe parted so abruptly this morning,
Edith, that we forgot to name the hour at
which our last meeting is to take place.
Let it be at five O'Clock tomorrow even
ing; at that hour will be at the place
named, and then and there | will return
the letters which have been my only con-
ISOLATION, since | heard of your marriage
Grant me this one interview, Edith, in
memory of former DAYS, and | will give
you back every memorial of the past, and
free you from my presence for ever, but if
you venture to disappoint me, beware,
for lam desperate. :
F. NEwToN.n
ray of hope dawned upon the mind
OF Edith. She would write to Newton
she would implore him to send her letters
by her own maid, whom she could trust.
and would send to the place designate
Without giving herself time for further re-