Ypsilanti sentinel. [volume] (Ypsilanti, Washtenaw Co., Mich.) 1843-1900, 1844-01-24

piness Of two beings, and murdered both
in Staying one, we took the body OF the
unfortunate young man in our boat, and
sadly returned to the village. our faces
blanched with indignation and deep soT-
row.
Brewer, perfectly unconcerned at the
deed he had committed, returned also by
the river side, and went about his usual
avocations.
But how should we break the dreadful
news to the gentle Ellen? Such was their
attachment-nay, unbounded love, that it
seemed that the heart-rending intelligence
must overwhelm her with despair. But
what was the surprise of the young gen.
tleman deputed from our number, to full
fiji this painful duty, to see her receive it
with bIanched cheek indeed, but with
apparent caImness. This would seem
unlike her, and opposed to her usual gen.
tie and even timid demeanor. But the
close observer could perceive something
in her eye which spoke Of a fixed deter
miuation, rather than resignation, as she
stood statue-like, and silent; and ever and
anon flush shot over her cheek and
brow, and then receded, leaving each as
colorless as marble, displaying in clear
lines the purple veins on her temples
Her eyes flashed out the spirit of which
fiercely flows in Georgian blood, and
seemed like he sudden stream of light
ming, which seldom fails to strike dead
". blow.
But to the sequel. Shortly after the
events narrated above, the people were
put in CONSERVATION by the approach of a
band of hostile Creeks, who it was fear
ed. intended to burn the town. Night
guards were placed on the bridge that
connects the two States, Georgia, and
Alabama, end upon the banks of the riv-
or. in order to give the alarm to the citi-
zens in case of an attack, and every pre-
paration made for the reception Of the en-
envy.
Brewer was appointed to the command
Of one of the Piquet guards on the night
10 question. 1t was a fearful night
The lightnings flashed with vivid bright
ness,--the thunder broke in loud, rever-
peals, and the earth "trembled
like guilty creature" My duty called
- the. bridge--.-a was. forced to
all my courage, during that fear
fui night. Several times, as [ paced the
bridge, while the uproar Of The elements,
mingled with the hurried tread Of human
eet was at its height, exchanged the
pass word with young man, whose voice
was singularly feminine, though all at
empts to draw him into conversation
we're unavaiIing. He passed on, and
flash of lightning, few moments after,
revealed him with another person, leaning
1pont he railing of the bridge. During
he darkness which succeeded, I was
startled by the report of pistol in the
direction in which l had seen them, and
.ushed Immediately to the spot. reach.
ID it just as second CLEAN lighted up
he scene, and revealed the PROSTATE and
bleeding body of Henry Brewer. Above
,ines with the pistol still reeking with
'moke, stood the young man who had
passed me, in whose flashing eye and pale
ROW, around which the long black locks
'treamed in the wind recognized Ellen.
She had slain the murderer of Charles
Stanley. But l came too late. She
food an instant, and smile of satisfaction
'layed on her lips--another, and the dark
md turbid waters of the Chattahoochie
oiled over the form of the once happy
md beautiful Georgian. f. W. r.