The Democratic sentinel and Harrison County farmer. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1851-1852, 1851-12-24

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advanced, and with half parted lips, listeuin!
eagerly. Even when the speaker ceased
only vague sense Of what she said, seemed
to rest on Kate, and she murmured vacsndy
"No hope none, did you say?"
Mrs, Blakeley shook her head mournfully
Her own heart was swelled to bursting; tha
stoncy LOOK, those rigid lips, made her trem
bic for her niece.
"No hope !" whispered Kate, in those
thrilling tones, thai are more eloquent thar
all the accents o despair "Oh, just Heav
en" she exclaimed, suddenly eleyating he
voice, and she raised her outstretched hands
on high. "wilt thou see this foul injustice =
But here the pitch of horror to which The
unfortunate girl had been wound UP, proved
too much for frame already weakened by
proceeding agitation, and she suddenly fel
back, rigid and paralyzed, in another fainting
Ifit.
All that day, and part of the night, Mrs
Blakeley watched over her niece. Towards
midnight the sufferer sank into a slumber
On awakening in the morning, wan and
haggard, she seemed only the shadow Other
former self but she had regained compo'
sure, though in the quivering lip, and the eye
that filed unconsciously with tears, might
ieasily have been mistaken for the agony o
a broken heart.
But though Mrs. Blakeley did not allow
herself to hope, and thought it her duty tc
bid her niece discard all expectation of the
prisoners pardon, she nevertheless resolved
TO do everything that could be done TO in
duce Col. Watson to save Mr.. Mowbray's
life. or at leas; grant a respite until head,
quarters could be heard from. Accordingly
she spent the hours OF the night, after Kate
supplied alike by exhaustion and narcotics
had sunk into slumber, in writing to Col
Watson. She also penned a hasty epistle to
Major Lindsay, beseeching his interposilon
for though Mrs. Blakeley was well aware ol
his pretentions to the hand of her neice, she
though this no time for morbid delicacy.
These epistles, after having been indlted
and contided to the hand of Il trusty servant,
with orders 10 spare neither whip nor spur
until he had reached COL Watson's quar-
ters, Mrs, Blakeley, towards morning, sought
her couch, almost as much exhausted, both
physically and mentally, as her unfortunate
neice.
The morning broke, in that once happy
mansion, as on house of DEATH The shut
ters were ha closed, as if to exclude the
light. and the s9rvans stole noiselessly to and
fro speakingin whispers scarcely above their
breath. The moi uing meal remained al
most untouched. Ksle could eat nothing ;
and often set down her tea-cup, while her
eyes filed with tears Mrs BIakeley, in
spite of all her self-control, was nervous and
trembling. The old butler who remained in
the room, often turned his back, and brush
ed the honest tear from his eyes; for though
unwilling to betray his emotion, he was un-
able to prevent it. Even Mrs Blakeley's
pet greyhound seemed to know and partici-
pate in the grief; for instead of rushing up
to his mistress boisterously, when she came
down stairs, as had been his wont, he walked
slowly and sadly towards her, looking up
into her face, as if assuring her
of his sympathy. The same dull panto-
mime was gone through when Kate entered,
and made her lip quiver,
Mrs. Blakeley had informed her ncice Of
what she had done and said, that nothing
now remained but to wait an answer to her
letters. Kate, however, begged that she
might be allowed to go to Col. Watson S
head. quarters, to see her father; and though
Mrs. Blakeley Strove to dissuade her from
this purpose, believing that the interview
would only harrow up unnecessarily the feel
ings of both. Filial love prevailed. and Kate
extorted a lingering consent that they should
set forth as soon as the heavy numbering
carriage could be prepared.
1t was during this delay that the galloping
of a horse arrested her ear, and Major Lind
say was seen to alight on the lawn. During
the moment thatclapsed before his announce
ment, Kate had time to indulge in a thou
sand speculations. Hope whispered to her
that Major Lindsey had procured the par
don of her father, or else come to announce
a reprieve. Breathless and trembling, she
did not wait for his entrance, but hurried to
the door of the parlor. Mrs, Blakely was
almost equally agitated. Her first impulse
was that Major Lindsay had received her
note, and hurried at once to their aid; but
a moments reflection satisfied her that time
enough for this had not elapsed. She con-
cluded, then, that he fastened, on his own
suggestion, to comfort them; and she advan-
ced to meet him as eagerly as Kate,
Major Lindsay met them at the door. He
started back at the sight of Kate's wan face,
for never could he have believed it po ssibe
tina: human agony could be SO forcibly de-
picted on the countenance; but, recovering
himself, he advanced eagerly, and clasping
the hand of each lady in his own, looked
from one to the other with smile, not gay
but encouraging,
"You bring us good news, ! know" said
Kate, turning deadly pale, and then flushing
to the forehead.
II hope So" said he with marked en-
phasis. "God grant it!'' ma
"God grant it, indeed" faltered Mrs.
Blakeley, in reply, the blood going back
coldly on her heart at these equvocal words.
Kate, however, did not notice this; hope
blinded her eyes willingly, and she eagerly
answered:
II knew you would bring US words Of
cheer. He is free--he is on his way hither /;
he will be here soon. Is it not SO ?" and
she looked beautifully in earnest as she lift
ed her eyes eagerly to Major Lindsay's face,
that he vowed inwardly no obstacle should
prevent him from winning so charming a
bride.
"Not exactly that" he replied with some
hesitation. "Mr. Mowbray is not free yet
but l hope, nay, | may promise, that he is
in no danger-that is, provided" he stop
ped embarrassed. alea
Mrs. Blakeley looked searchingly at the