Ypsilanti sentinel. [volume] (Ypsilanti, Washtenaw Co., Mich.) 1843-1900, 1846-06-10
From the Michigan Telegraph.
THE LOVERS REVENGE.
BY BYRON BALLOC.


1t was early ia'the Spring of 1927, that MIR. Nor
ton with his family emigrated to Michigan IRON the
State of Vermont, for the purpose OF seeking home
in the West. Often had he heard of these fair Pra-
-ies and oak forests that pecurize the western ter
ritores Often had he listened with thrilling inter-
est to the daring deeds of brave hunter, which
had been performed in that noble country, until at
last he resolved to emgrate thther, where he arrv-
ed after long and tedious route. After docking at
considerable part of the territory, he made up his
mind to settle in the western part and finding sit
uation that suited him the Kalamazoo he built his
nut, and soon by dint of hard labor, had made quite
an opening In the forests. Charles, his eldest son.
was twenty years old-William eighteen, and Mary,
the only daughter, fourteen.
These with his companion Mrs. Norton constitu-
ted his whole family. The country was then new.
Every thing seemed as nature had formed 1t, and
it was beautiful N the extreme. The tall forest
tree rose in majesty almost to the Clouds The deer
bounded through the quiet groves or gazed upon the
broad praries in perfect security, and this too was
the red mans home. Here he pointed the deadly
shaft at the bounding game-here he erected the rude
xviowam. and here he assembled in council; and from
these rude children of the forest, Mr. Morton could
expect but few favors.
The next Spring family by the name of Brown
moved in and settled half mile from the Mortons.-
They had but two Horace the oldest, was
twenty one, Henry the youngest eighteen years old
Henry Brown was not handsome, yet he had no.
Die soul, generous spirit, and with his friend Mary
Morton, had many pleasant interview.
Mary Morton indeed beautiful girl. Her
dark auburn hair fell in glossy rnglets upon neck
of snowy white and her penetrating eye peerng from
beneath the dark silken lashes, sparkled like dia-
mond of the most brilliant hue. She had lived in
tirement some time, and with joy did she witness
the arrival of the Brown family into their neighbor
hood. Many pleasant evening did Henry Brown
spend with Mary Morton until he felt that he
loved her, and well did he know that his love was
reciprocated by her-yet never had either of them
spoken of love, but actions speaking louder than
words told them that they not mistaken. Often
had she listened with much interest to him, as he
poured forth in manly eloquence the beautiful scenes
of the past and pointed to the most exherating pros
poets of the future. And under these circumstances
it was not strange that Henry Brown was foremost
in all her thoughts. Thus time rolled on until she
had attained her seventeenth year, and still the sub
ect of love was by them left to the darkest recesses
of the mind.
CHAPTER III.
"WiIl you walk out with me this evening, Mary!
said Henry, on entering the room where she sat por-
ing over the pages OF Ancient History.
Yes, indeed will, she replied in the tender tones
of affection "for it is tresome in the extreme to lul
away the sweet hours in reading on SO pleasant an
evening as the present."
aWhat a beautiful evening" said Mary, as they
left the house,
yes 1t Is indeed beautiful. to take pleasant walk
on W nne evening with so fair companion as Mary