The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1849-03-24

: home hct the pale face DO warned" With
It this emphatic declaration, the party retired u
g few PAGES, and waited in silence.
y Mr.. Ums,cd glanced at the moon and saw it
d would be twenty minutes before il emerged from
: the cloud-then drew in his head, undecided
;, how to act, for he loved dearly his wilderness
home, and inwardiy cursed the man who had
brought new blasting mistortunes upon him.
t The little group ofllsteners had been in agony
! Anna was wild with terror, yet stood silent and
motionless; the quick, violent heavings Of her
4 bosom alone showing that she lived. Mrs UNI
l sted had buried her face in her hands, and John,
: the only one who appeared to remember the
Great Deliverer, in that trying hour, was il. ear
J nest prayer in one corner A month previous.
George would not have qua lied moment, but
$ his eyes were now rivited on the beautiful being
near him, and he shuddered at tho thought Of
leaving her forever TO die when he had just be-
gan 10 live. But when the crisis came, when
all hope was lost, his soul was nerved in an in
slant. and turning to hIr. Umstcd, he assured
| him il were madness TO resist, and that he was
, ready to give himself up, for their murderous
thirst for his blood could not otherwise be APP
peased, adding that he was not afraid to die.
; Mr.. Umsted making no reply, he proceeded to
ma Ike his farewell sa utations. After bidding IN
Q alectionatc goodbye 10 his host and hostess, and
= to John, who stopped his pra yers long enough
10 say farewell and pleasant Journey" he
| lTclHuI MY tuIICu W Anna VINO Nus Suuuibss
convuisveiy.
"Anna," said he, taking her hand tcnderly
in his own cit is hard to die in the sweet spring
Of fo--it is hard to bid alden TO tho bright
world with lis glowing dreams, its joys, its plea
surcs, its sweet scenes and beautiful flowers,
: but oh! what teii-fod agony it is, when forced
to leave, to bid adicu forever to being one has
learned to love better than ones own life, or all
the world beside. 1t is such love, Anna, that
within this hour, how strongly, fervently every
feeling Of my nature was cntwined with yours.
do not ask if your heart speaks language like
TO mime but could not die with my secret ur-
confessed-and now perm: me one fond en-
brace, and one sweet kiss from your dear lips,
and I'll defy what death can do"
1t was then that the now and mighty passion
nature had planted and silently nurturcd in An
mas soul, burst It's shell and started I'D to life
and resistIess power. 1t held moment strug-
gle in her bosom with her grlish modes,y, and
speedily conquered, orspringing wildly into her
) lovers arms, she embraced him and pressed her
lips TO his, murmnrng, "No, no, you shall not,
You must not dle!' then wreathing her beauti-
full arms closer around him, as Undetermined that
human power should never sever her from him
Suddenly her sobs ceased, some sudden rcsolu-
ton norved her heart-liitng her head from her
lovers bosom on which it had rested, she ad-
dressed her father in firm tone:
"Your words arc trle the stranger came in,
and II love HIM. The powerful passion Won
spoke of, and Of which was so ignorant | feel
now in al its power, absorbing triumphant over
all others. 1t grew without my will it gather
ed strength, and force, and might when | knew
not it had existence. II was natures workings;
and father this mig hty passion, natures greatest
cannot be crusisd as soon as it rose. II will
extend on through the long years o + life, will
live alike in joy and hope and misery and des-
pair. Think You then, my father, can tear
this new power from my heart with any effort
can make crush it in its young vigor. Think
you can stand by, see my souls lic--iis idol
butchered, and live myself? Can live, on nurs.
ing a few withcred fragments of lile--lve on in
darkness and gloom, when the light Of my life is
dead' Never: save us then if you can't you
cannot, | swear to die with him." And her
eyes flashing with heroisln, sought those Of her
lover the passionate gaze she met, made her
tremble lest she spoke too freely.
"forgyo me" she murmured, "for speaking
; 50; but you know am natures child, and cannot
cover up the hearts
"Forgive you dearost!" he whisper red, folding
her ionGly to his heart. "God bless you for
those words-you have made me happy, very
happy, but you have made it much hnrdet to
die" The thought was madness 10 them both.
Mr.. Umstead stood looking on perfect
ly impossible. He had let things take
their own course. 1t was now his time
He gazed on the couple for a moment
after his child had done speaking, then
turning, walked to the window and cast
a scrutinizing glance; the moon was
more than half through her Journey, and
the Indians were standing where he had
left them, impatiently Watching it. Tur-
nlng back again. he addressed the young
< man in tones ALTERING little in spite Of
: himself.
"Sir, sought these wilds as you know
to hide myself from all human sight. I
felt when you came here, that you would
prove as all others have done, curse to
me-and 1t is SO. love that girl who
seeks happiness or death in your arms,
as well as you can do. have little else
to love, and better, far better than life,
[ love her. You are necessary to her
happiness, and you shall not die. There
is a secret door at the back ofthis house
by which you can escaps unseen by YOUR
enemies-hy."
81 will lead him to the cave, father"
! exclaimed Anna, IN whose bosom hope
again dawned, and she fled TO procure
dark cloak.
81 will not co." said George, firmly
"You would be sacrificed, and I shall
never enjoy my life, dear sir, at the ex-
pense Of yours"
olive for her." replied the old man
briefly, pointing TO Anna who now stood
by his side enveloped IN a cloak.
"That would be bliss sir, but if that
bliss was purchased at the cost OF your
life, it would be misery indeed"
I An impatient shout was heard with
out.
"Come dear George, said Anna white
with terror.