American Republican and Baltimore daily clipper. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1844-1846, 1846-09-01
THE CREOLE's DAUGHTER.
By JAMES K. PAULDISG.
CONTINUED. |

Continued
"But, my dear friend, the power is nothing
thout the will" This was said with a tone
nd manner that made Julia start, and she
(yed him yet more eagerly as if life and death
eere in his words, Chetwood now became ami
hated with his purpose.
"Yes, Baron, the power is nothing without
PIE will. desire-nay, demand, that you
answer me one question frankly and without
disguise. BY what disposition of this paper
fan best contribute 10 your happiness and
shat of your daughter?" Here Julia seemed
rs if she would look into his very soul, while a
Bright CLEAN of hope flashed across her beau
tful face. The Baron became confused, and
hammered out something altogether unntel-
Ggible.
"Speak," cried Chetwood, "speak frankly
md freely; require it as due to our ancient
friendship. What disposition of this paper will
sest contribute to your happiness and that of
your daughter"
n The Baron remained for some moments 81
'ent while Julia continued to gaze more intent
zsy, if possible, on Chetwood, whose counten-
lnce, animated by his generous purpose
3rlowed in more than its usual beauty and ex-
presson.
"Well," said the Baron, with an effort,
ffyou are my dictator; my fate is at your dspo,
Nal, and | must obey your commands, On
Purchasing the property of your relative, paid
sum more than sufficient to meet all arreara-
b,es of interest; the property still remains unsod
bind uniniured, and the first wish of my heart
#es that it may be received back again and the
agreement cancelled"
$50 be it them" exclaimed Chetwood, tear.
lsng the mortgage in pieces and casting them
Einto the chimney. "From this moment you
kIowe me nothing but your friendship, which,
Bwhile you remained my debtor, felt never
Rcould enjoy" He opened his arms and the
Fold gentleman cast himself on his bosom, and
E'the reunion of the two friends was consumma.
Eated. But what became of Julia all this while;
lIShe had watched the countenance OF Chef
Ewood, and seen the noble expression of genera
Esity with which it gradually kindled and when
Nat length she saw him tear the paper on which
Ethe fortunes of her only parent depended, and
Picard the words by which the act was accom-
|Ipanied, she started from her seat rushed eager.
Ely toward him, excaiming, with clasped hands
|c' Oh! knew that face could not deceive mel
Wand burst into passion of tears.
r. Now happiness once again abded in the old
pweather-worn chateau of the light-hearted Ba.
|Dron and that of his daughter Julia, whose
heart, although animated by the pure hilarity
|xof conscious innocence, was capable of nourish
Ting and bringing to maturity the deepest anC
1 most intense feelings. The good baron adoreC
|this friend since bound to him by the tie of gra
Iptitude, which in generous mind is one of the
'y'strongest that can link one human being to an
s,other; and Julia, the beautiful, gentle, yet, en-
70 ergetic Julia, often looked at Chetwood when
The did not see her, with an expression that in
IS dlcated feeling warmer than friendship anc
!. purer than love.
! Thus wagged their little world, till one
i bright Spring morning Chetwood and Julia
q were walking in the garden ofthe old chateau
= breathing all the sweets of Southern Spring
|. and cheered by the music of hundred warb-
g ling birds that found balmy refuge in the or
m ange groves and many lowered vines which
o elambered around in all directions. The gar
3 den, however, though the old gardener ant
a Julia, too, had bestirred themselves busily since
it had been restored to its ancient possessor
y still exhibited signs of former neglect, and il
I many places the weeds contended With thu
: flowers for the mastery.
y 81 am almost ashamed of the condition of m,
i garden" said Julia. "But for some years past
never could look on it as ours, and had no
the heart to embellish paradise from which
q we might every day be expelled But now
4 now that you have given it back again, shal
= deVote myself in restoring it once more to ii
J former beauty, that every year it may becom
\, more worthy of the generous giver"
I AS she said this, she looked up in his fac
Z with such mingled expression of confdn
i faith, of boundless gratitude and inexpressibl
softness, that he could no longer resist the i'm
!, pulse of his heart.
JULIA" said he, and he tremb!ed as he spoke
J Julia" sit down on this bench, for have tina
. to say to you On the answer of which depend