The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1845-04-26


any one-turned into hatred; and what is
more terrible than the hatred of an IN.
prihcipled woman? She now resolved to
have her revenge. She knew her aft.
anced lover to be high splrited; and she
counted on his blind devotion TO her to
make him her tool. That evening, aShe
csc orted her home, she told him that
Horace had called her as false as she was
beautiful, and made use Of her name 9th
erwise in an insulting manner. She said
however, nothing about that part of til,
conversation which alluded TO her victim
poor Harry Wylie.
"This ! will not endure" she said
making no attempt to conceal her pas.
sion. "That rejected sulor SHOULD
revenge himself in insulting me is unen.
durable. Oh! if ! was man, or had a
brother"
"But. my dear Miss Derwent," said
her lover, 'would you have me fix a
quarrel on man VIII ON scarcely know2'
"And why nol2" she said passionately
''has he not &sulted me2 And is your
future wife TO bear such things tamely
and you an officer in the navy. Others
heard the words, and know heard them:
and you have to choose between being
called coward or revenging me-"
Her companion, though infatuated by
love, was shocked at her vehemence
lie had not thought her capable OF such a
thirst for revenge. and Tor the first time,
he began to ask himself if the being he
was about to marry was qualified to make
him happy. lie was still plunged in
thought when the carriage arrived at the
door. His bride elect had remained in
passionate silence waiting his decision
lie did not give it, however, bu. merely
saying he would see her in the morning,
bowed and took his leave.
No words can describe the passion OF
the proud beauty as she flung herself on
her sofa. She had never loved her ex-
pected husband; indeed at his rigid no.
tons on some subjects she would often
curl her lip; but his vast fortune was a
prize that size eagerly grasped at But
|
ing his hesitation to become the tool of
her revenge. ''The mean, pitiful wretch"
she said, she shall not have me if he will
not avenge me. ] will be mastcr-he
shall know lha'!" and sitting down she
wrote him anotc, 1el, ring her Interview
on the morrow with him on the plea of a
headache, until the succeeding day, when
as the words ran, "she hoped 10 welcome
HIM from the field on which he had aveng-
ed ler.' This note she ordered her ser.
want to deliver early on the following
morning.
Her lover well understood that the note
implied more than j. expressed, and was.
IN fact, a dismissal unless he would chal~
Ienge Horace. Nor was Miss Derwenl
disappointed in the effect Of her missive
Before noon she received reply which
informed her, in hasly words, tina, a
meeting had been arranged for the next
morning, Horace refusing to take back
| his words.
All that day the proud beauty lived in
the IntoXlcatlon of gratfled vanity aud sa-
tIated revenge. She never contemplated
the possibility of her lovers fall, Tor he
was repuled too good shot; but we
shudder to record that she looked on the
possible death of Horace without COM
junction. The morrow dawned; and
when the time for the duel had come and
gone, she stationed herself at the window
TO be the first to see and welcome her
lover. But noon came without him.
though long before, rumors of the meet.
ing and of its result had reached town.
and been relaled to Caroline's ears Hor.
ace had been dangerously wounded, but
her lover had escaped. What, then, could
detain him? At length note was brought
her in his handwriting. She opened and
read as follows.
"Leutenant McTntyrc's compliments to Miss
Derwent. He has performed her wish and by
meeting Mr.. Jones, hopes he has convinced her
| that he is no coward as she was pleased TO say
she feared. He begs leave, now, to take fare
well of her forever. The woman who could
show such passion and revenge, whatever her
charms, is not suitable for Lieutenant McIntyre' +
wife. Lieutenant Mcintyre is no friend to duel
| ing, ana acknowledges That, under any other
circumstances, he would have refused to be a
participant in one; but, as he had made up his
mind, on the exhibition of Miss Derwent's re-
vengeul spirit, to break off their contom plated
matrimonial conneXlon no other course remain
ed for him, as an qtHcer, but to challenge Mr.
| Jones as she desired. Had he not before deter
mined TO surrender his claim to her hand, her
note, making their union the condition of graft
flying her revenge, would have opened his eyes
to his intatuaton and made him resolve to aban-
don the projected MARRIAGE
The imperious beauty read the note through,
scarcely believing that she was not in dream.
But the fatal truth forced itself upon her; and
in shame and modification she set off the next
morning for the country. She is still unmarri-
ed.
Lieutenant Mcintyre and Horace became in
innate friends; and the former, on learning Miss