Boon's Lick times. [volume] (Fayette, Mo.) 1840-1848, 1843-08-19
No. 33.

AS the Lady Constance advanced towards
her hand.maidens, whom she now hehcld
approaching, dark and frowning face for
a moment appeared above the bushes Of
box that skirted the pool, within sight and
hearing Of the spot where the lovers had
so lately communed. The Iinnet, which
plumed its pnions among the leaves, flew
away affrighted at the mute eloquence of
deadly hatred which cleaned from two red
and fiery eyes, as they pursued the retreat
ing countess. No word was spoken; but
the inward vengeance of the lurking gazer's
heart might have been thus sylIabled:-
Her father shall not hear Of this, his own
purposes occupy his time; alone and single
handed shall l avcnge my wrongs. At the
tenth hour shall be here
And the tenth hour had not ceased to
toll ere, drenched in the dews Of the night,
two little trembling feet stand by the will
Lowry pool Of the Ore: Constance de Bigod,
brea,hless and pale, is at the appointed
spot. She looked to the wal, and as she
gazed, anxiously listening for the sound of
coming feet, she fancied the box.trees
moved in the still air; but at the next mo-
meut step was heard, and from an oppo-
site direction her lover glided lightly to-
wards her.
This way, sweetest" he whispered; "the
Reeves gate isopen; beyond it are friends
And his arm had clasped her waist, when
with leap like that Of jaguar, man
sprang upon them from the box-trees, and
fercely attacked De We're with his drawn
sword.
Defend thyself, or die" cried the Baron
de Clichy; and ere Richard had time tc
release his sword from the scabbard, he fel
himself wounded in the shoulder. Con
stance screamed not, but with woman
instinct, disembarrassing her lover from
the burthen of her arm, she left him a
freedom for defence, and in silent august
watched the conflict. 1t was brief, for TIT
foot of De We're, coming in contact with
root he slipped and fell. Constance the>
rushed towards him, while the baron, i
his eagerness to possess himself of he
person, forgetting to follow up his victor
by the coup de grace, seized the wretche
lady, and dragged her violently from tn
PROSTATE and apparently breathess bod
of his rival.
"Unhand me, hateful dastard!" she ex
claimed. speaking for the first time, an
struggling to release herself
A hideous laugh burst from the lips o
De Clichy. my pretty bride is stronge
than l thought her; but it will be pleas
ant task for me to tame her in our Femis
Castle"
As she still continued to struggle, UT
consciously approaching the very border
of the Ore pool, the long scarf that wa
folded round her form was partially tor
from il. and inits intricacies the right arr
of the baron became entanged. The nigl
was not dark, but in the excitement of Il
moment the peril beside them was rnoi
served. He thrust forth his arm to thro
off the scarf while with his left hand /
more fcrcely embraced the waist of II
countess. A feeling Of loathing and horrc
, impaired 10 her a strength scarcey human
f and, rending away the end of the sea
which encircled her neck, she concentrate
all her energies in ono effort, and pushir
her oppressor violently from her, behe
him the next moment struggling in the dee
black abyss of water before her, while 81
stood trembling on the brink of the Pc
! in supplied wonder and terror!
A gurgling notes.-the sounds of cxti'
gushing existence-was heard; and as 81
; gazed down into the waters, everythn
| even her wounded lover, was forgotte
, while the glaring eye-balls Of the droWnr
wretch were rivetted upon her face for
, moment, and then the dense mass of wat
: covered all.
: When she again looked up, Richard q
We're was standing beside her, and then s.
!, tainted away. But her tradition is tol
a Stunned for few moments by his fall
!, protruding stone, De We're recover
/. to find himself alone with his believe
a while below them, in the pool of the o
r struggled the sutfocatirg baron. Richard
wound was slight; his endeavors to resto
!. Constance to animation soon succeedt
and she was conveyed in safety 10 the COZ