The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1850-03-09


familiarity, because Of the length OF that in
timacy; for this YOU surely should not
blame me. Then let us cease this jarrlng,
friends we are-more we can never be-"
Sand even that we shall not be much
longer, believe me-" continued Harcourt,
in tone of bitter sarcasm ''belive me, l
fully appreciate the honor you would con-
ter by granting me your friendship, but
must beg leave TO decline it, lest l should
again give way to my passion, and throw
Il ing myself at your feet, again be doomed
to feel the bitter pangs Of a rejected lover.
From this moment we part, but we shall
meet again. Then shall you repent this
rash rejection OF my hand and fortune. He
whom you now ido'ize, whose puny form
you have adorned with al! that is noble
and manly, aud sci up as your beau ideal
OF perfection, has daily recourse to the
wine cup t., stimulate those beautiful
flights OF fancy. which have turred your
inexperienced brain, and made you the
oupe OF his arts. | repeat 1t, Julia, we
shall 'meet again. but under circumstan-
ccs different from the present. Your
proud soul will be humb!rd, and ciinging
at the feet OF your rejected lover, YOU will
beg for 1reGd - feed your starving off
spring. Then will Hep,y Harcoult be
revcnged"
During the latter part of this passionate
defamation, Harcouri had fix 4 his flash
lns eye uron J'Iia, who seemed to quail he
meath its merry glance, until at las; her irai'
form cou'd no longer bear IN against the
fierce einot ions winch were contendlng for
mastery IN her bosom, and she sank into a
swoon. AS soon as he peaccivcd the fair
object, alike Of his love and revenge, living
mot'onless upon the floor, her lips pale
and colorlcss, iirr teeth clenched, her no.
bic brow rigid as marble, while from her
nostri's issued stream Of blood, which
ran down her death like cheek; all his
former love returned with twoiold force.
He felt he was murderer, gladly would
he have given his own life, TO restore the
lovely being before him to conscious
ness. But it was no time Tor moralizing,
the only woman he had ever loved now
lay before him IN a state OF insenSibilitv,
caused by his own rasbness. A glass of
which stood upon the centre table was
quickly dashed in her face, ard our hero
soon had the satisfaction of seeing his be-
loved, but now forever lost Julia, exhibiting
signs Of reanimation. He carefully wiped
away the blood from her face, and assisting
her to rise and seat herself upon sofa, he
rang Tor a servant. The summons was
answered by her dressing maid, into
whose care he confided her, with the re-
mark that "she was unwell and had better
be conducted to her chamber" He then
seized his hat and cane preparatory to
taking leave, but here came the struggle ;
he repented his rashness, land what gener-
Gus man does not repent of an injury done
to woman y he would fam have fallen up
OH his knees at her feet, and ilnplored her
forgiveness, but the recollection that his
prollered love had been scorned again rose
to his mind, his brain whirled with the
contrnding emotions of love and pride ;
the latter prevailed, and he left the house
with capker at his heart, not daring to
cast even look upon her, over whose in
animate form he he had bent but few
moments before, with all lovers aHec-
ton.