Wheeling times and advertiser. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1839-1849, 1843-08-04

cheeks ID smiles" when in my pre- sence.
while in my absence, with my cold hear.
cd, selfish mistress, he was plotting my
ruin and disgrace. My soul was siIng
TO its utmost core; that Mary Mauier
vlllc should have carried on the farce
with me while ut the same time she was
engaged To llarley-and with his sane
ton, 600 playing with aud mockiug
The purest and hottest feelings of the
"A mutual cIllousnesS
unparalleled. That Harley should, re-
CARELESS OF the ties vi lIiendShIp, the du-
~ vi man 10 mIn, agree la torture the
feelings of the man VIII had never in
ugcd him in the least, was IA crime Of so
malignant a character, that no punish
mcut can be found adequate 10 its Iurpi
tuie.
| heard his football upon the step as he
entered from purchasing the segarS, ani
rs calmly as | cou d, folded up the let.
ter AMI pu. II into my bosom.
Vie dark shadow OF u dreadful thought
passed over my mind, nor did seek TO
dlspel il with the voice Of reason, or n
prayer to lieaven. Harley entered the
room, and throwing the sugars Oh the
table IN care .eSS manner, flung himself
into a chair, exc'aiming. "Well, what
news to-day from Maryl' lie had touch
I'll l cord which was still vibrating from
the rude strain /. hal but moment past
received. made hin no reply but draw
the letter from my bosom, placed ii open
into his hand.
The smile that had lighted his cheek,
died away as he glanced over the letter,
and with scuwI Of dark aud angry
gloom upon his brow, he turned upon
me licrcely, and aSkeI mp how dare
yoI take Il letter Of mine, accidentally
left in the room, during my absence, and
pry into its contenisF
| rec:imlnaled, he returted, until his
anger getting the mastery, nc pronoun-
ced me scouudrel
For moment gazed upon him as If
my ears had deceived me, aud in tae
next, hurled him from me 10 Inc far
thcSt end Of the room. | was his sure-
rior in physical power, and no knew it.
Recovering from his fall, he observed as
cooIly as he could. :.\Ve must settle
this with weapons"
The sooner the better | replied, so
II you will only name your lime and
place, and your weapons, am ready:
and settled indeed it shall be, before
close my eyes 10 sleep"
Swords were decided upon, and wrap
ping our cloaks about us, we proceeded,
without further arrangements than re-
moving the buttons from our foilS. to
the spot selected.
II was near midnight ere we reached
the place pitched upon for the arena of
our CO Abat II was u skirt Of wood, at
the 81 lie of hill, whose base Was layed !
by little riyulet, which woun its way
through briers and furze max ing mon
otonous sound as il beat its tiny waves
into melancholy muTmurs. The moon
shonc out IN her Tranquil loneliness, and
The stars, ike volumes Of bright poetry
opened their gorgeous pages OF living
fire, along the blue skies; kindIing in
any Other heart than mine at that hour,
thoughts Of that better Ian J, "wherc the |
wicked cease 10 :LOuble, and the weary |
are al rest"
Throwing off our cloaks, we made al
zach other with the fury that iunames |
The tiger and the alligator, when each f.
strives for the mastery. | was an excel |
lent swordsman-Ilarley only tolcra-
bly, good one. | suffered him TO exhaust \
with Intellectual lunges, till his |
thrusls became more faint aud irregular,
and then making a Ieint as if 10 parry
his attack, | plunged my sword lnto his
bosom, and drew IL reeking from his
heart!
A Wild and unnatural shrek rose NJ.
on the AR, startling the Wild bird from
her brlar, and waking echp into fearful |
response, as he fell dead! dead! dead!
Never, never shall forget that one |
wild cry Of agony! Never, leyer shall !
| forget that glance which he gave me !
as his hearts blood spoutel free from |
his bosom! that shrek sounded in my
ears like the wall Of bafiied hend that |
look-his features unnatuIally distorted,
upon whose CHASTITY lineaments the cold
moon threw her solemn light-seemcd
the picture Of hate and despair.
| dropped my sword, and felt about
his heart, but no pulse answered TO the
cal. The blood came swelling over my
trembling fingers, aud in the iii Of the
moment the awful stiffness was auatn
broken, as howleJ forth my crime 10
the night winds. thousand caverns
seemed TO catch the sound, and run
through it with all the variation Of echo.
"Murder, murder, murIor!" and the
welktn rang with the cry! | heard the
tramp Of horses, yet there ] stood, heed
less Of detecdon,by the corps Of Edward
Harley, my mind dwelling alone on the
hOrrId crime | had committed.