The mountain sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1844-1853, 1849-07-19
M rs @ e Z L a n e o U S
An Historical Tale .
JAMES OF SCOTLAND, IN CAPTIVITY.

What can that be, girl!' said the young
and lovely Joanna of Somerset, to her at
iendant. as something fitted into the room
through the window which was open to
admit the last rays of the fast sinking sun,
now gliding alike the west and the widely
spread landscape around.
AS live, my lady, It's letter, said the
girl, as she stopped and raised small
packet from the floor; it was tied with a
true love-knot, and to it was attached a
small ring of brilliants.
Some new-fangled mode of introducing
himself into my notice. | wish my royal
kinsman would render his liberty little
more subject TO restriction muttered Jo-
anna; .but II shall share the fate of many
others. Girl, fling it from the easement
Accordingly, the maiden stepped into
the balcony, which was filled with the
choicest flowers, native and exotic, stretch
ing out her arm, suffered the ill-fated and
unconscious messenger of love to drop
from her hand Yet she could not resist
the temptation of stopping moment to
look on the person VINO had Yentured this
experiment: 10 win her mistress love, and
who besides, was thus scornfully treated
But her lady. it would seem, was unusually
pettish this evening: for she Immediately
desired me to re-enter and close the WIN
dow, in tone very unlike the usual sweet
voice of command, which often partook
more of entreaty.
SO | throw his love from me- again
muttered Joanna; 'even though he should
one day regain his Kingdom, and be ena-
bled TO place me on his throne.
.Ay but, my lady, twas a beautiful
ring
Ring, girl!' exclaimed her mistress,
starting from the seat on which she had
thrown herself. Ring.
Yes! | warrant me the handsome gen.
tleman spared not expenses in its purchase
AS IL fell, the sun-beams glittered on 1t,
and it was SO like the one my lord gave
you on the last cour. day-but you are i'll,
my lady!'
mo, no, girl. Or, rather am. Why
dds, not thou tell me this before! Meta,
dost thou love mel
'As myself; or even better; for am but
poor maiden
Mind not that, girl. Thou art happier,
far happier at this moment, than thy mis-
uess. List girl! Thou knowest tits said
the young James of Scotland loveth me
he whom my kinsman Henry detained as
prisoner-yet / know not where ne can
have seen me; and thou hast been witness
70 some of the mummery he hath formed
70 force his attachment on my notice.
Meta, rather fancy Henry and my sire
would encourage him the more that de-
putalion hath arrived with proposals rela-
tive 20 his liberation. But love not him,
Nena;' she turned her crimsoned brow
|. from the eager glance of her maiden, and
after moments silence continued, Il lote
another; but know not his rank-save
only that danced with him at the oall
which was lately given at the palace, and
have seen him twice since. Girl, he
was TO have been at the outer wall tonight
when the clock struck nine, and to have
met him; but thou knowest it wanted a
full hour OF that time, when yonder pack
ct was thrown in here, and Immediately
concluded it to be some dallying errand of
Scotland's James. Meta, canst tbou not
guess the rest! looked not on it-yet i,
was from him. Thou vert right in the
resemblance traced between that ring and
mine. 1t did rest on this finger-now il
,s his' But thou didst remain in the bal