American Republican and Baltimore daily clipper. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1844-1846, 1845-11-03

red light revealed tho flushed aud agitatod
countcnances Of Herbert st. Lacy and Bernard
D'Vill
! ''Tush! Bernard It's BUT fire." said st. La
cy, with a look of disa ppointment, as lie placed
his arm within that of Bornard's, to return to
the apartment they had just left.
They travcrsed superbly carpcted hall in
silence, arriving at the termination of which
Barnard, throwing open an deliberately maho-
gony door, was ushered into Il room richly and
| tas;efuIly furnished, and filled with soft,
dreamy light.
The fcstooned walls were hung with paint
ings of the most costly, but demoralizing de-
| scrption; the ceiling was carved in elegant imi-
tatons of COMMUNICATED events, and boquets
of rare exotics dropped in thick clusters to the
marble floor, From the centre of the room
depended an immense chandelier, whose satur-
MAN rays were reflected by magnificent mir
rors, in one vast unbroken sheet Of pure white
ness. The Sllvery rays of the moon streamed
through the folds of red silk curtains, and add
ed, if possible, additional beauty to the gorge
Gus scene. Fascinating, enchanting was all;
but in everything lurked fascinating poison,
which once touched once beheld drew it's fatal
meshes around its unsuspecting victim, and
plunged him in the dark abyss! This, rea-
der-this inviting spot was a-FAsHIoNABLE
HE'LL!
AS Herbert and D'Vil entered, little man,
with a dark Portuguese visage, advanced to
their side. He wore his black hair In long
curls upon his shoulders and cheeks, and IN his
ears were heavy gold rings. His features were
small, but expressive of the strongest passions
of evil. Avarce burned in his shining eyes,
and was legibly stamped upon his thin lips
His smiled pleasantly as he recognized his vi
sitors, and inquired with bow of respect,
"Private room'' ..-.
"Cards, and liquor, drugged!" replied Ber-
nard, in voice naudble to Herbert; and then
with step that denoted he was no stranger,
followed the man to a room contiguous to the
one which they intend.
Before small table sat Herbert st. Lacy
and Bernard D'Vlll; on which lay'a confused
heap of gold and papers The lamp threw its
beams over the countenance of Herbert stamp
ed with unutterable woe; pale and haggard; his
CLASSY eyes were almost startled from their
sockets as he glared full upon the cards he
grasped in his hand; his breath came thick and
gaspngly, as he convulsively arose from his
seat on the point of throwing his last card.
"'Tis done! tits DONE" calculated Herbert,
as he threw his card upon the table
"Lost! all-lost!" burst from the lips Of Der
nard, as he seized the pile Of gold-his lips
cured with scornful smie--he staggered,
slowly regained himself, and then mechanical
ly artculated, "Lost-lost!" Tho sound Of
his voice awoke him as it were, from a trance
one hurried glance he cast upon the table, sud-
denly started and quick as the lghtning's flash
sprang upon the Gamester with knife firmly
grapsed in his hand! Swift and powerful was
the streke, and sank up to the haft through
Bernard ,D'Vill's heart! Again he drew forth
the feekfhg blade and plunged it into his bosom!
In one red stream gushed the life blood forth,
and in brief moment his body lay cold, life
less corps welteting in its own blood!
The murderer, with firm and composed
step passed through the room they first enter
cd and, casting fugitive glance upon its in
mates deeply engaged in play, issued out upon
the street. He raised his hand to his feyerish
brow, threw back the hair from his burning
temples, and, permitting his head to droop up
on his bosom, hurried along-he cared not
whittier! The heavy tramp of footsteps now
echoed through the street; they struck upon
his ear, and with the guilt of a murderer, he
sped along with supernatural speed. More
distinctly and nearer came the sounds, he
glanced behind and beheld the form of a man
pursuing him; again he fed with the velocity
of the wind. At length his energies failed
him-his speed relaxod-his breath became
suspended, and sinking upon his knees, he
raised his haggard features towards heaven
AS he did so he caught a glimpse Of the
Thames, the dark waters rolling in sullen ST.
lence! With joyful cry he spraRg to his feet,
and in moment stood on its bank! He paus-
ed; his features were Int up with smile of tri-
umph, and he waited calmly until his pursurer
reached his side.
"My lord"-gssped the man-'my-my
lord-the house is burnt to the ground, and
your wife is nearly dead!''
'Ha, what of her? dead, didst thou say
dead!''
"No, my lord, but nearly murdered' said
the man, Involuntary shrinking back from the
wild glare ofhis masters eyes.
"Murdered! who speaks of murder Ha!
ha! away-away!" he shouted, Selling the
man by the shoulder ard striking him with
his clenched hand. The poor man staggered
back for u moment, unable to restrain Her
bert from springing into the Thames. The
dull heavy splash old the dreadful tale; I'M
hesitatingly the m IN sprang in to save his
masters life by risking his own! And long
and nobly did he endeavor TO preserve his
life; but it was al in vain, and Herbert st.
Lacy found grave in the gloomy waters of
the Thames
The heavy tongue Of ST. Paul tolcd the
hour of one, and as its tones foated across the |
Thames, an old woman slowly approached the
bank.
"There remains but one, and then Rose Red
wood can die!' she murmured, and with feeble
stops departed.
CHAPTER IY.-5HE RETRosPECTIoN.
''Lefl The dark veil of years behind-what waits?
A human heart Vast ely, where reside
All glories aud all venesses''
Love and Hctred, by
The stern, grey battlements of the Castle of
De Rochelle were clear and distinct in the
zure sky; the golden rays of the departing sun
ell stnllinglY upon It's MASSIVE walls, the sha.