The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1842-12-17

dow out of which you could with ease
step into the garden, and at the end Of that
garden was one of the leading streets of
| the town.
Isabel was seated at table on which
there was small LAMP and tiny watch.
The hands of that tiny watch seemed to
her to be almost fixed, or to move as if
nothing could induce them to go on to
the hour of appointment. At first Isabel
awaited the hour of rendezvous without
hesitation, and without trembling; but
when it was approaching to the honr for
the given signal with her lover, her duty
to her parent required to her. and she
hesita,ed Affection for her moher-for
Mrs. Benton,was still her mother-slrug-
gled long with her promise to her lover.
At length she said.
mo, cannot fly. NV mother harsh
you may be, canuot cost you tear. ]
will write note for Henry, telling him !
cannot keep my promise with HIM, and
tomorrow | will throw myself at uiy
mothers feet and confess all. She will,
she must relenl"
Accordingly she took up pen, and
hastily wrote few lines to her lover, at
every word blotting the paper with her
tears. At length exhausted by her emo
tons she leant back on the sofa to indulge
in fit of weeping. Long she wePt, but
finally nature pttained the mastery, and
like a child. worn out by grief, she sank
insensibly to sleep.
The dawn was just beginning to break
when Mr.. Walingford, who CHANGED to
be an early riser, passing down the corri-
dor, perceive the door of Mrs. Benton's
parlor aar, with Isabel apparently uncon-
scious on the sofa. Alarmed at The sight
he entered; but finding that Miss Benton
was only asleep, he would have with
drawn, when his eye wassattracted by his
own name in the unfinished note on the
table, and led by an ungovernable curiosity
he hea I'd as follows
at is the will of my unhappy destiny,
combined with the desire of my mother.
| must never see you agan-never more
listen to you; never-but why utter the
word? Tomorrow become the wife OF
Mr.. Wallinglord; fly, then, from my sight
it is sacrifice that | appeal TO your
honor TO make"
"Who can this gentleman be? Who is
this mysterious lover ul whom have new
er heard2 Alas. fondly dreamed, Isabel
that you loved me. but | see now that !
have been deceived and that your mother
is, perhaps, forcing you into union you
ab-''
His words were cut short by football.
1t was Henry leaplng into the window,
and Wallingiord looked around. The
rivals gazed at each other all instant, nor
will we attempt to describe their feelings
when they found that they were father
and son. Their EXPLANATIONS of aston
ishment awoke Isabel, who tainted, while,
at the same instant, her mother appeared
on the scene. The insensible girl was
borne from ,he room, and then the young
man, llinging himself at his fathers feet,
exclaimed,
"My lalher-my father am innocent
pardon me-"
"Rise, Sir" said Mr. Walins(ord, 81
am no longer your father. am your
accuser, and your judge. Why have you
come to SaralogaP'
sit was absolutely necessary for me TO
do So. Honor compelled me TO come anC
see one who's very dear TO me-"
"Very well; but then you choose to pay
t your visits to this very dear person al
moments that are very equivocal-a
three O'Clock i'll the morning, for in
stance
"Falher, since you know all, why do yor
r thus question me? Why thus nierrogalt
| meg"
| "Because it is my desire to know the
$ most minute details of your love Tor Mis-
+! Isabel Benton"
r sand where(ore?"
"Because she ought TO be my wife, ant
not yours" =.
r "Then, Sir, you must know, that it i.
| about six months ago, in stroll through
r tie Susquehanna county, whittier ! wen
i as an artist, and under an assumed name
met this young lady. Why tell the re
: sul,2 We loved. | did not reveal m,
!, real name, for wished to be loved 10
Il myself, and not as the son of the rich MIR
r. Wallingford. She promised to be min
i ere parting; and we were to write to eacl
other. But our letters were intercepted
d and deeming she had proved false 10 me
= resolved TO forget her, until last wee
3 when hearing incidentally from fren
# here, that she waste be married-thoug
S, he did not say to whom-my agony drov
n me hither, to see Isabel, reproach her &c
: her periidy, and bid her an eternal fare
- we'll. Oh my father had known all.
o would have suffered any thing, rather tina
n have come hiher.'
h "flenry!,' said the father, wiping ava
lie a tear, 'syou have conquered. The low