American Republican and Baltimore daily clipper. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1844-1846, 1845-10-14
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BY EDWARD POLLOCK.

BY EDWARD POLLOCK.
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CHAPTER III.
"The bleak winds Of March
Made her iremhe and SILVER:
But not the dark arch
DER the black flowing river;
Mad from ic's history,
Clad TO deaths mystery
swift to be hurled;
Anywhere, anywhere,
Out of the World''
Hoods Bridge of Sishs.
On cold stormy night in November, some
three months after the events which we have
related, a solitary woman mis- ht be seen sitting
in the interior of a wreched frame house in
Pine street near Broad, and by the light of
miserable candle endeavoring to note the pro-
gress of time on the dial of an old shattered
time-piece. The dress of the woman accorded
strangely with the apartment in which she was
sitting. Hank, as she moves restlessly about
how the rich silk rustles and flashes; how deli
cately that band clasps the wrist of that tiny,
white, but attenuated hand! and 10! too, as she
turns her features towards the light-have we
never looked on that face before? is there not
something in the sweet beauty of that coun-
tenance now so faded and pale, that reminds
us of happier days. Yes, yes! And yet, can
it be? Alas! it is too true-Marian-lovely
Marian, are all thy glad dreams of happiness
ended in this at last?
"Twenty minutes past twelve, and he has
not yet come! What, oh! what could have
kept him, Yet how could he have come thro'
all this storm. And perhaps-perhaps he has
gone at last to my fathers. Would he forgive
him? Oh, surely he cannot always remain OBJ
duratc. If he should-now that all is gone
what would become of u.s." And bursting into
a flood of tears, she sank back into the chair
from which she had risen during her solioquy,
and sobbed as if her heart would break. Sud-
denly heavy step resounded on the threshold
and hand raised the latch of the door. 1t
had been bolted inside, and with an eager hand
Marian now undd the fastening and opened
the door. "Dear Edward" Just escaped her
lips; but she instantly checked herself on per-
ceivlng that it was stranger, and demanded
his business. The man who was wrapt in
large overcoat, stepped inside Of the door, and
taking from a breast-pocket a sealed letter,
handed 1t to her, then turning on his heel dis
appeared in the darkness. Marian shut the
door and approached the candle. With trem-
bling hand, and pale, quivering lip she eXamin-
ed the exterior of the letter; the direction was
in her husbands handwriting. She broke the
seal.
"Dear Marian-lt has at last come to this.
Sheer and sad necessity compels me to step,
which although believe it to be the only one
that can restore you the affection OF your pa
rents, will yet come near breaking my own
heart. | need not tell you, for you know but
too well, through what trials and prlvatons we
have passed, in the vain expectation OF one DAY
regaining your fathers favor. need not tell
you how, step by step we have descended from
our home of elegance, until that wretched howell
is the only shelter left u.s. 1t is now but too
plain, that while am by, am but as the cloud
that ntercepts the sunlight which should cheer
your path through life; but you can never know
with what breaking heart proceed to open
to you the way back to happiness. had pro-
posed to myself the task Of telling you this in
person. but ever when would have done it, my
courage failed me, and now | am obliged to
have recourse 10 the chilling medium Of a let