Wisconsin tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1847-1854, 1849-01-05
CHAPTER vi.
CONCLUSION.

Upon hearing a voice behind him, Clinton
looked around. By the glare of the flames,
the young men recognized each other.
Heavens!' exclaimed the hunter, 'what
do | see9 g
Y our friend,' cried Frederick, grasping
him by the hand
Whom | supposed dead-dead by my
hand' murmured Clinton. All! what joyn
Indeed, what Joy y echoed Ellen, a faint
! smile playing upon her lips.
When the excitement and surprise were O.
yer, Clinton told his history since the fatal
meeting between him and Ellen's brother !;
supposing that Frederick was dead, and fear
ing not only the law but also the hatred of FL
len, he had romed for weeks over the prairie,
spending but little of his time in the towns.
At last he became tired of such life, and re-
solved to return to the Des PLANES and learn
whether he really was the object of hatred he
supposed. For several days he fingered a
bout his old house, not daring to discover
himself to even his old friend On the night
| in question, he sought refuge in the house of
squatter, who had taken up his abode far
upon the prairie. He saw the fire; he waited
| for it to approach, when he beheld the forms
| of two persons on horseback between him and
the fire. The squatters house was safe, for 1t
was surrounded by furowed ground SO that
it was impossible for the fire to reach 1t! but
| Clinton remained not there. He seized a
torch, and rushing into the midst OF the dam
ger, saved the lives of Frederick and his sis
ter This recital ended, the three returned to
the suqatter's hut, Frederick leading the hors-
es, and Ellen leaning upon her lovers arm.
On the following morning they returned to
| Des PLANES, which was distant some half doz-
miles, and rejoiced the hearts of Mr.. Austin &
wife, who had supposed them lost.
Four weeks from that time, the population
on the river Des PLANES, for several miles a
round, was gathered together at the village
church, to witness an imposing ceremony
1t was the marriage of Clinton and Ellen
The two antagonists of the White Rabbit be-
came brothers it is needless to state that their
quarrel was never renewed.
And now,' said Ellen, 81 beg to know
YOUR story, Clinton. | have never question
ed you on that point before, but loved you fol
what you were, not for what you might have
BEEN
sYou shall be satisfied returned her hus-
| band $ In few words will tell you my his
tory
Il have no family. My mother died wher
| was quite young. then had father ane
sister left. Five years ago my father dice
of grief, Would you know the cause! /
It was nv sisters dishonor! A william from
Philadelphia, near which city we lived, VOL
her heart. She fell. She too died in copse
ouence of her error. But her betrayer die
not escape! ! sought him out-we met :
We fought with pistols-a bullet pierced hi
breasti
/ left my property, which is considerable
in the hands of friend, and fled with lIttl
ready money to the west. Here have live,
ever since-self-exiled from place whic
shame. not the law forced me to leave. Som
have regarded me as a mysterious being
, some have Stunned me-others, and you q
mopq the number, trust have dared to low
me. Is it not so, dear Ellenl'
The young wife twined her arms about he
husbands neck her eyes, which swan
tenderness, told tale of the hottest affection
r She remembered that the blood upon his HAND
was excused BY the sin that had provoked i
: shedding, and woman's natural horror of Il
destruction Of life was overcome.