Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1849-03-07


and they felt that the hsater would keep
his word. -
The clock struck
Atth first stroke,s Clinton made feint
at the second, he gaye,the fatal thrust!
The traveller utteredn suppressed cry
and throwing up his arms fell backward
to the ground. !
1T is pity said S!iptqn, wiping 1.-The
sweat upon his brow auld haye
h. SOY. Gentlemsps 10y
gieandue q = - y
Perfectly honorable tt,cried one.
admirably added another.
sThen you will be so good as to excuse
me. Send to Juliet Immediately for sur.
geon, and if there is any help for him neg.
lect nothing that can be done. Landlord
please to hand me my gum
The landlord obeyed trembling and
Clinton left the inn.
CHAPTER ".
The interview and the fatal messenger.
In an hour the hunter stood in the pre-
sence of Ellen Austin. The two went forth
and wandered along the banks of the Des
Plains.
Ellen said Clinton, sdo you know why
1 wished to speak with you-why l have
led you hither?'
tNo-but you are pale-very paleH
well might l be pale, for this night |
have committed a horrible deed! Ellen |
have had quarrel-a foolish quarrel, and
I have slain a manp
sClintonp shrieked the poor girl, fainting
in his arms Heavens! what did you say?'
Il fear I have killed him, and am come
to bid you farewell. You know the pen
atty
And Clinton stopped to bathe the brow of
the fainting Ellen in the water.
eOh! she exclaimed, reviving; you are
then-a'
"A murderer, perhaps interrupted Clin-
ton. But it was not my fault altogether
he provoked the duel >
"A duel-did you say duel?'
yes; lie insulted me, and the consequent
ces followed
'Oh! you are not then murderer
tThe World will not regard me as such
Ellen; but if you do not l am contented
But yet, dear Ellen, we must part! l will
to St. Louis; whittier, if you love
me-
ooh! Clintonp
Your + fafhsF VI Vii @ acorn s5a. fof a IL il; i
a man of honor, and vii understand my
position. But now let us return to the
house, for | must away.
Clinton pressed her to his heart, then led,
or rather carried her to her fathers house.
FAREWELL he murmered, when they
were near the door.
ooh! must we parto sighed Ellen.
In burst of tenderness Clinton elasped
her to his bosom.
At that moment, horseman rode furi-
ously by them and thundered at the door,
The two were concealed in the shadow of
the house, but they heard and saw all that
passed.
sWhat can be the matterg murmured
Ellen.
sWait moment and we will see.
Ellen's father appeared at the door.
Does Mr.. Austin live here?' cried the
horseman.
4 am herep
sMr Austin; am come to inform you that
a young man at the White Ribbit Inn,
calling himself your son, has fought duel
and is now lying at the point of deathp
God of mercy!' exclaimed the old man
rushing into the house.
Clinton, CHntonp sobbed Ellen, you
have killed my brotherp
The girl tainted; the hunter clasped her
in his arms, bore her into the house, i'm
pressed a last kiss upon her ashy lips, and
rushed wildly from the presence Of her as
tonished parents.
At tmidnight, when the stars looked cold
ly down upon the earth, and no sound was
heard save the hum Of insects and the howl
of the prarie-wolf, Clinton was wandering
alone over the earth, a fugitive, crushed
with remorse and pain.