The Literary echo, and Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1851-1854, 1852-09-02


firm courage held her up. Noiselessly
she regained her chamber, and ther
came the reaction--the dreadful agony
of fear.
What could she do ? how escape
She was the doomed victim of these mis-
creants-alone, defenceless-her only
trust, her only hope, was on high. What
a fate was before her! O'Rielly, the
sharper, gamester, fortune-hunter, whom
she had angrily rejected, reappering a,
the outlaw, Red Redmond, plotting with
her uncle's servants. His wife, his -
better death, better all, than such fate.
His wife watched, surrounded as she
was, she would-escape. She would
struggle to the last, and then-she
would not think of that, madness lay
that way. Her aunt, too, unable to ad-
wise her, must not even know of this
no, this horrid secret must be carefully
concealed from her-she must act fol
both.
Plan upon plan rose up before her
only to be dismissed as impracticable
: neutralized by Kelly's precautions,
which, she felt assured, he would carry
out. The villain might even then be
watching her, be mocking at her de-
spair. At length she decided on a
scheme, desperate one, but still afford
ing faint hope.
Morning dawned; she wasashy pale,
but she turned to her aunt's dressing
case, and rouge gave ler her usual bril-
liant complexion. She then rang for
her maid, and dressed as carefully as
usual. Mrs. Butler had had a quiet
night, and still slept.
She descended to the breakfast-room
at the accustomed hour, and found Kelly
waiting her orders. He eyed her mar
rowly as he made some anxious inquiries
for the " MISTRESS" but her voice never
trembled as she answered, and gave him
some directions. Then, even while he
was removing the breakfast things, she
calmly wrote long note to DR.. Fitzpat-
rick, detailing her aunt's attack; she
knew that the fellow scanned the page
each time he passed her /; he left the
room tor moment--a smaller billet was
enclosed, and she sealed the whole in
the spy's presence.
" Let my horse be saddled," she said;
/" | shall ride over myself to DR.. Fitzpat-
rick's, as the weather is so fine. If he
be not in, | can leave this note for him !;
one of the men must 90 with me to bring
back the medicine-who can you spars'"
Andy, ma am"
F" Desire him to get ready immediate
ly, then; | am going to dress now
In that secluded part of the world
there would have been nothing extraor-
binary in Miss Davenant's riding out
unattended, especially on such an emer-
gency as Mrs. Buffers illness there
fore her ordering groom to accompany
her quite allayed Kelly's doubt.
The lady rode quietly on, and arrived
at Fitzpatrick's, did not attempt to
alight. He was not in but was expect
ed every moment.
" | thought as much," she replied.
" Well you can give him this note, and
say will be back soon; will ride on
a little way"
She returned. Had she even met
friend, Andy would have prevented
confidential conversation for once or
twice, when she put her horse to can
ter, he rode busily up, and was evident
ly disinclined to keep the ordinary re-
spectful distance; her only chance lay
in Fitzpatrick.
He was at his window; and while his
servant brought out large basket OF
to Andy, he came up to Miss ,
Davenant te express his sorrow Tor her
lunt's illness. They shook hands: $
iny roll of paper was slipped into her
glove. a
81 am really concerned to hear oflI
his relapse, Miss Davenant, the more q
as 1 cannot possibly come up $
o-day; you see my horse is now wait
ng for me; Mrs. Power is in sad q
LANCER.
Poor woman how very melan-
'holy." le
But you say Mrs. Butler is better Il
low, and you have described her symp- 81
oms so well that | am convinced those "
lraughts will relieve her if not send v
ne o-morrow-any how, | will look IN
hen. Any news of the Colonel I"
"Not since last saw you-but / will q
,ot Jo,o;, vou--mv remembrance IN tho Il