The northern tribune. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1847-1855, 1848-03-13

ior in the American army, to which position
he has been promoted for his gallantry since
the war commenced. He will see YOU at ten
this morning at my head quarters
''GEoRGE WASHINGTON"
This welcome intelligence indeed made her
feel happy, bat she shuddered as she thought
of what she had become since last they had
met. Her name then was without ain, now
she had become base, vile thing; no, no, she
could not endure the thought. The hour OF
meeting him was fast approaching, but much
as she wanted to see him, she dreaded 1T with
terror. She thought first of leaving her babe
behind, and hide, if possible, the evidence of
her guilt but something whispered shane
in her ear, and she resolved to face the worst.
1t was sad yet happy meeting, that of the
brother and sister PROSTATE in the soldier s
tent lay the form of Grace Darrell at her
brothers feet. He took her small white hand
now very, very cold-within his own, and
swept the unbound tresses from her pallid
brow. No sound escaped his lips, but his
heaving chest and fearful eye told OF the mis-
cry working at his heart. He sank silently on
his knees, and with HE eyes appraised to Hea-
ven, exclaimed, 81 will avenge thy wrongs.
sister, and call God to witness my oath. He
shall die by my hand-die like dos !" He
could say no more.
"Dont weep for me, brother, don't weep
for me" she cried, twining her arms affection
ately about his neck. 81 am not worthy OF
your tears. Oh God, pity, pity mel
Do not speak thus, sister, IL
The words had scarcely issued from his lips,
when the seducer, accompanied 10y two officers
and clergyman, appeared before them
There was low, choking noise sounding in
his throat, quivering OF the lips, as if endea-
voring to- drown the voice within him, and
crush the memory of the past.
Not a word mot syllabe-not sigh.
The clergyman stepped forward followed by
Arlington, who offered his hand to Grace
She accepted it, and they were married.
With murmur of delight, Grace clasped his
hand, but single look of her brothor made
her release it.
"The time is nearly up he said, motioning
to the clergyman and officers, "the time is
nearly up" Then as his manly form rose in
all its towering height, he shouted, You
shall be revenged, sister-'twill be a merry
death-and the executioner. Ha!-ha J.
ha!
The next instant she was alone with her
child.
"What means these strange proceedings,
she half-whispered; "the marriage, too, at
this time-there was something terrible about
it-as I came along, heard them say the
murderer would DE hung to-day-and that he
was to have wedding before his execution.
No, no; the thought is too dreadful it cannot
be-but why did they leave me so strangely
l will see-I will know the worst j. and thus
raging, she pressed her babe to her bosom, and
rushed from. the tent.
Twas but glance-but that one glance
how terrible
She, saw the gallows, and its intended vic
tim-she saw the executiOner, and she heard
the loud huzzas of the spectators assembled
to witness the agony of fellow being. Her
face was that of maniac. Her dark eyes al
most started from their sockets; every feature
quivered, and every lineament looked more
horrible than death. But on, on she went,
until she reached the centre of the throng.
81 am her avenger.' said her brother, with
CHASTITY smile, III am her avenger-ha! ha J"
Curses upon you ALL" cried Walter Ar
lington. The words gurgled upward with his
death groan, and the gorgon- headed gbbet
had done its work.
A cry of horror shook the air cry of aw-
full agony; and Grace Darrell fell at the feet
Of her BROTHER the warm blood gushing from
her mouth. They raised her up, but she was
dead, and the cheek of the babe upon her
bosom, was cold.
Major General Scott.
HIS recall .toretoM IN the city Of Mertco.-
The following extract from one of the letters
recently received in this city from the capitol