Burlington hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington, Iowa) 1845-185?, 1851-07-31
BURLINGTON, IOWA, AUGUST |, 1851.

conviction thus forced into view, brought burn.
ing blush to his cheek, but its testimony was not
to be lmpeached: the truth was but too apparent
too real-he had made her the hope and light Of
life! -
But he would tear up the unworthy passion
even though, in doing SO. he rent his own heart
The damned spot should out! He would pluck
her from his thoughts-from hi. memory; or, il
that were impossible, and the great effort he con-
tempatetl should fail, he would at least. shun the
fascinating lure OF her society: he would never
meet her again! s. ,.
AT last, he aroused himself, and looked round
more collectedy. The wax tapers had sensibly
dWndled; the time-piece pointed at midnight; and
profound stiffness pervaded the house; though
frequent bursts Of wind, which beat furiously
against the windows, kept up an incessant din
| without. The roar of the blast was in unison
with his wild troubled feelings; and, throwing
open the window, he stepped into the garden.
Nature, like himself, had completely lost her
serene expression, and, by one of those sudden
| Changes common to the seaside, was now hung
with deepest darkness. Not single star could
be discerned, though lurid glimmer, seen for an
instant, and then disappearing, occasionally broke
| from the moon, showing masses of dark and m-
pending cloud, flying along, like phantoms. And
the gale, now bowling and whistIing, now rolling
IN thunder claps, swept fercely by, rocking huge
trees to the roots, and whirlins aloft edd;es Of
leaves, as vehement and furious as itself.
This was soothing to Vavasour his CALLED spir-
II looked, with equal satisfaction, on the grand,
vast gloom above, and the fantastic disorder
around. The sharp, cutting air, which would
have blinded some, only cooled the hectic glow of
his brow; its mighty voice hushed his complain
| ing thoughts. And thus he stood and listened.
Suddenly he gave start, imagining he heard a
| cry for help. He bent his ear attentvelv, and
now no longer felt doubtful. Ii was wonan's
| scream!
CHAPTER XVIII.
Spanish Bill, who had nterposed so opportune-
| ly between Black Jem and Caliban, was a slight
built, active man, with hook nose, and rheumy,
sunken eyes and was attired in faded velveteen
jacket corduroys, and highlows, remarkably fierce
muStaches hanging over each side of his mouth,
well as certain briskness in his step, an
nounced that he had at one time followed the
noble profession OF arms-a fact attested also by
his sou5riquet, given iii remembrance Of his having
served, with more note than is necessary to men
ton in the British Auxiliary Legion of Spain.
Night found Bill seated by himself in Of
the cheap lodging-houses of Brighton, on the
wrong side OF 81 Peters Church. The small, low
rooted room was sqlalid and miserable in the ex-
treme, and contained no other furniture than de-
lapidated shake-down, two crazy chairs, box
and deal table. This last was garnished with
pewter pot, ABOUT nan luti OF gun. TOBACCO box
aud dhudeen, and an empty bottle the long neck
of which promoted to the Office of cand!estck
served to sustain lighted dip. Spanish was
amusing himself with game of beg o-my-neigh-
bor," played in conjunction with dummy, though
every now and then he glanced with mpatence at
the door. At last, it opened, and Black Jem en-
tered.
81 couldn't get off afore,' he said. but she
be all roight now, snorn'."
That's the ticket" answered Spanish. The
girls all very well, but business is business
Here you re!'' And he handed the pewter.
''Ths is coomed of good start,' said Jem.
smacking his lips.
Spanish gave his standard sentiment-"Pros-
perity!''
.:Now sit down, and get yoar steam up he
added, presenting Jem the tobacco box, ''and I'll
tell You what Eve been brewin' on. And mind.
it's Job ash set US goin' for half a year."
"Yo said the same tale o the thimbe-rig. at the
'oSs-races," answered Jem, rather sulenly but
nowght coomed to | out ont though. rot it 1!
moindin what soight of money | iced, there were
summat handsome scraped up by other vo.k."
".Yoa never made such mistake in your life,
if you thinks so. | was out o pocket by it--!ost
my awl, as the coher says. No there was nothin
made o the thimbe-rig, but this is different
consarn. This is cracen' job .
Il hope irll be summit better nor fother, any
way; and Use awand you III have my share, if
has TO foight fort"
There won't be no neel o that, assure Won;
pray put down YOU. collar. Fortunately my
honor is above srlrpicion, or I'd consider your
observations rather personal. But there's no use
coin' on With this ere; so We'll just begin busi
ness. Fust it has somlhn 10 do with that wench
o yourn, you've been patterin' about so--Ml-
ly Kennel as you calls her.
..No?r
Zone o the gals as pays tention TO-" pursued
Spanish, twirlns his hand through his hair, sis
servant to the lady as has dopted her; and so, as
one o the connection Eve felt rather interested i'm
the family and has got all the particulars about
'em as | could. They've only come here for
month or so, the house and things is only make
shift; but for all that there'll be good grab O.
plate.'
II smokes, )" cried Jem, exhaling an unmistaka-
BILE cloud.
"What's more to the pint,'' resumed Spanish,
dogmatically, II find they've got lots o duals
s'Wel[, Pm blessed ?" exclaimed Jem +; ''who'd
ever ha' thart of wench ioike she comm TO sich
a fortin?n
s.I think the fortin' is ourn Leastways it'll
be our own fault if it amt. The fust thing is,
have you got the pluck to try for il? ?"
Jem scratched his head, and meditated.
81 amt had no hand in these sort O. fakes as
YETI he said at length, 'and so be reether slow;
'.but suppose il we gets catched, it III be all
up" And he gave a significant chuckle under
his chin.
..Not bit OF it. The laws OF Englanlis wer-
nv bad, but not so down on you as that. No!
suppose we are caught, it Is only the hern pond
"a emigration TO Botany Bay, whether you
likes it or no. But that's nothin to ms, as We've
only women to deal WITH and there's no fear OF
violence"
..But that amt all. for if they wakes, there'll
be sch holIerin' it'll be good soight wuss.'
''Not auch night as this-'eer, when a strong
norwes.er's bowin', as Shakespeare says. And
besides it wouldn't so much matter nohow, as the
house is a willa.o
"A villa Hanged f know what he means!''
"Don't YOU? Well, if didn't know you was
a yokel. I'd set YOU down for Irisher. You're
collects Byron's old song of ''.\l around my hat
| wears green wia?" Well this is house
like that there tile, or hat only. instead of tree,
it has garden all round it, and so it's called
villa"
Then, tlere'd be some men-volk about zurely!
There'l be gardener. onyways!'
''Gardeners in them holses only goes by the
Job, and is like the Jerry shops, not TO be drunk
oa the premises. There's tlInkey, but he's TO
be sent of somewhere to-nig ght, and that's what
pat me on the sccnt. And now you knows all
about it so say whether y"u'll join or no ; and if
you won't, I'll 60 BY myself, that's ALL
'.In course. I'll jiue. What 'ud all me? |
bairn't one ash shoy at post"
''That yol never Was" returned Spanish, slap
Ping him approviasly on the shoulder; land so
it's reslar settled job. pardner and Co. And
now while you're blown' yoar cloid, 1'll y'st
b,ve a look at olr toolSS -