The mountain sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1844-1853, 1850-02-28
sIt is better | should not"

il is better l should not"
The Countess returned no reply; and
with all good wishes on each side, they
parted.
The weather was beautiful. and Mr..
Mordaunt appeared to enjoy his journey
exceedingly; but AionZo was absorbed in
though {, and it was only now and then,
when Mr.. Mordaunt touched upon his ap-
preaching meeting with his father, and his
old Rio friends, that Alonzo could be
reused for moment. At the inns, too,
he occasionally heard something that at
tracted his silent attention, of the beauti-
full young foreigner who had passed the
day before. ra
They arrived at Falmouth in the morn
ing to breakfast. With beating heart,
Alonzo inquired concerning the foreign
lady and the Lisbon packet; the lady had
gone on board the evening before, and the
, Lisbon and Rio packets were TO sail early
on the following morning.
After breakfast, the two gentlemen were
engaged experimenting the embark alton
of their servants and baggage, and having
taken an early dinner went on board.
1t was lovely evening. AIonzo CLAN
ced at the merry and busy town of Fal-
mouth, the numerous vessels and the
broad Atlantic. which lay stretched out
before him; then his eye fixed as though
there were nothing else worth looking at,
on the small vessel that lay nearest to him.
He suddenly left his station, descended
into boat, and was in few minutes on
board.
In the outer cabin he met the duenna,
who looked vely much surprised at seeing
him; but, without speaking throw open the
door Of the after-cabin-he entered, and
the door closed behind him.
Viola lay on couch, apparently abb
sorbed in reading; the noise startled her,
and she looked up; but nothing can express
the astonishment painted on her counte-
nance at the sight of Alonzo, who stood
fixed as statue before her. She sprang
from the couch, and evidently her first
feeling was to run towards him, but prob
ably the strangeness of his look and de-
meanor arrested her; for she checked her.
self and exclaimed 'sDon Alonzor'
"Viola!" said he seizing her both hands
and gently forcing her to return to the
seat she had left; "Viola!'' (the word
seemed to choke him) 81 cannot live
without you-you are yet free have pity
on me!''
"Alonzo," she asked in tremulous
voice, "are you free!''
81 am not rreuocably bound"
In moment she seemed to recover her
self possession, and replied: "Then must
tell you that am. You are laborng un-
der fatal error; you think / am but en-
engaged-I am married. But stay!''she
IaiY Il ,1a ,oI tbaa Of oT
municatlon-'stay!-o moment!-Alon-
zo!-I beseech ycu!"
1t was in vain; he almost shook her off
rushed to his boat, and in few minutes
was on board of his own vessel, he pushed
by Mr.. Mordaunt, and everybody and ev-
erything that impeded his way to his cabin
where, locking the door, he threw himself
on his bed, in a state of mind not to be
described.
Mr.. Mordaunt took possession of the
boat Alonzo had quilted, went on board
the Lisbon packet and had an interview
with Donna Viola.
At daybreak the following morning,
Alonzo wrapped in cloak, and his hat
slouched over his brow, stood on the deck
watching, with gloomy composure, the
Lisbon packet getting under weigh, she
soon began TO move-a few minutes more
and she was dashing through the water
close beside him. Desperate thoughts for
an instant darkened his mind; feeling oe
revenge and despair beset him, and he felt
strong temptation to plunge into the
wake of the flying vessel-when one Of
the latticed windows of the after-ca was
suddenly thrown open; he saw waving
handkerchief, and then the form of Viola
herself, her eyes streaming wi;h..tears, kis-
sing both her hands and waving them TO
him. He had just time to return the sal
utation; his dark purpose vanished, the
weakness of his mother came over him,
and he wept. ''She loves me!"-that
thought alone, single and distracted brought
back the blood in rush of transport to his
heart-"she loves me! and nobly sets me
the example of a virtuous submission to
our fate!'' E-.s.-s-
A friendly hand at that moment was
laid on his; Mr.. Mordaunt drew him to
his cabin. "Alonzo," he said, 81 have
been sadly to blame-I ought to have fore
seen and guarded against all this. Donna
Viola, whom saw last evening bade me
give yon this note," putting one into his
hand.
Alonzo tore it open:-"Alonzo, l con-
Jure you for the sake of your fathcr-ior