Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1849-03-07
CHATTER vi.
The G0,aclatsi01.

CHATTER vi.
The Conclusion.
Upon hearing voice behind him, Clinton
turned around. By the glare Of thefames,the
two young men recognized each ether,
neavehs Il vlsfaes 4 fshs iietii 1fksds
I see?' s''ss'
Your friend cried Fredsfsk, grasping
him by the hand. a
sWhom I supposed dead-dead by nv
hand ? murmured Clinton. tAh what joy ?
Indeed, what joyP uttered Ellen a faint
smile playing upon her lips.
When the excitement and surprise was
over, Clinton told his history since the fatal
meeting between him and Elen's brother.
Supposipg that Frederick was dead, and
fearing not only the law but also the hatred
of Ellen, he had roamed for weeks over the
prairie, spending but little of his tine in the
ftowns. At last he became tired of such a
life, and resolved to return to the Des
PLANES and learn whether he was really the
object of hatred he supposed. For several
days he fingered about the old house, not
daring to discover himself to even his form-
er friends. On the night in question, he
sought refuge in the house of a squatter,
who had taken up his abode far out upon
the prairie. He saw the fire; he waited for
it to approach, when he beheld the form of
two persons ON horseback between him and
the flames. The squatter's house was safe,
for it was surrounded by furrowed ground
that it is impossible for the FIRE to reach it !;
but Clinton was not there He seized a
torch, and rushing into the midst of the dam
ger, saved the lives of Frederick and his
sister.
This recital ended, the three returned to
the squatter's house, Frederick leading the
horse, and Ellen leaning upon her lovers
arm.
On the following morning they returned
to the Des PLANES, which was distant some
half dozen miles, and rejoiced the hearts of
Mr. Austin and his wife, who had supposed
them lost.
Four weeks from that time, the popula-
ton on the River Des PLANES, for several
miles round, were gathered together at the
village church, to witness an imposing Ger
emony. It was the marriage of Clinton
and Ellen! The two antagonists Of the
White Rabbit became brothers, it is need
less to state that their quarrel was never re-
newed.
sAnd now,' said Ellen, Il beg to know
your history, Clinton. have never ques-
toned you ON that point before, but loved
you for what you were, not what you might
have been"
you shall be satisfied, returned her hus-
band; ein few words will tell you my
history .. 49,,
'Ihave no family. My mother died when
I was very young. I then had a father
and a sister left. Five years ago my faith
er died of grief! Would you know the
cause! It was my sisters dishonor! A
villain from Philadelphia, near which city
we lived, won her heart! ShS fell! She
too, died in consequence of her error. But
her betrayer did not escape! sought him
out we met. Wefought with pistols s-a
bullet pierced his breast!
I left my property, which is considerable,
in the haaGs sf friend, and fled with a
little ready money to the west. Here have
lived ever sinee-self-exiled from place
which shame, not the law, forced me to
leave. Some have regarded me as mys-
terious being-some have Stunned me
others, and you are among the number, l
trust, have dared to love. Is it not so, dear
Ellen
The yo1ng wife twined her arms about
her husbands neck: her eye, which swan
in tenderness, told tale of the holiest affee-
ton. She remembered that the blood upon
his hands was excused by the sin that had
provoked its shedding, and woman's natur-
al horror of the destruction of life was over
come.
"Then we can live contented and happyv
said the huntsman clasping her to his bosom.
And they have done so. Hard, however,
was the early fate of him who, because the
law would not punish the libertine, was in-
duced, by society, to handle the weapon of
fbe so calIeA fmifn of honor