The Democratic sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1852-1853, 1853-08-03

girl, suppose, answered Flora with fur
tive glance.
"By Joye, Miss Irvine, could not have
told it better!-orental divination eh?"
"Oh, I'm certainly no witch, Mr.. Wood
ward, but"
"Sylvan's magician now approached
Her incantations can bring down Heavens
choicest blessings; or start forth from the
caverns of hell a demons most direful
! plague! Beware then, sweet girl-beware
l beseech thee, young mau-beware both,
how thy unruly tongues commit thee! The
mission OF the Goddess before you, is for
evil or for good-for good to them that pay
iealty to then Gnd, to angels and the virgin
for good TO them thatneed her council. For
evil to them that disrespect and cross her
path-for evil to them who know no con-
o.ence, who know no God, and who know
no hell; for evil to them whose hearts are
evil"
Flora and Woodward were almost para
lyzed with the sudden appearance OF the
strange and incomprehensible figure before
them. She stood erect and firm, looking stead
lily and hard upon the trembling Flora as she
stood close to Albion. Her stature medi-
um-was erect with an air of savage dignity,
while her raven hair fell in tangled mats a.
bout her back and sholders. Her complex.
ion was deeply Drowned which hue gave
piercing black eye an expression truly vague
and startling. A beautiful set Of teeth,
which for regularity and fairness, rivaled
the finest specimen Of the Dental art; dis
played themselves as her thin lips quiyered
under apparent upheaving emotions and
inarticulated inyectives. Anon she would
raise her hands toward the sky, and with
upturned-eyes, seem to invoke spirit of
good, while Fer countenance was lit with
mildness and angelic piety-anon, she
would stamp upon the ground, and with
face blacked with frightening frowns, then
flushed with bursting rage, seem to con-
tend with the firiest passions--commandi
with invectiyes and ma(edictions the bitterest,
some unseen demon or plaguy sprite, to re-
sumo Its haunt In short her expression
and mien, was a strange admixture of piety
and fiendshness, of wildness and melan-
cholly, of reason and vagueness.
Woman - said Albion, after recovering
from his surprise, where
"The raven has where to find It's daily
meat and where to rest its weary self" she
calmly interrupted. "The flowers has some
little nook, or quiet shade to nurse its fra
GRANGE and bend its dropping head and lay
its willing leaves; but have none. am
from nothing and there | will return -
a cloud came over her face. "Haaven's
tiat Is against NE My misfortunes prick
me at every step-I strive to flee from ihem
but still they follow me. Base demon Did
conJure thee Gonh?" She gazed vacantly
at the ground. "No! No! My soul is not
thine! Tormenting wretch, leave me! |
strike you! | demand--I implore-I beg
you touch me not! Go to: Go where thy
kind await thee. Begone to thy fallen re,
glons--to thy haunt--to thy revelry--to
thy debauch!'' She looked up--her tragi-
cal expression had vanished and calmness
overspread her countenance IL leave YOU
woman-man. | am your sister by ma
ture, and warn you to beware of peridy
and intrigue"
She walked and ran swiftly off, anil was
soon lost to sight in the thick forest AL
bion and Flora, finally entirely recovered
from their shock, and walked towards the
house.
"That woman, Woodward, if such she
is, said Flora, as they approached the cot
tage, "she certainly portends something
as she says; either good or evil"
lis strange occurrence, Flora--unac-
countable." .....
lawful !" returned Flora, with a shud-
der.
Albion gazed upon her as she trustingIy
leaned upon his arm, with mingled emotions
Of wonder AMI doubt.
"Flora," he SAID, "this to me has been
an cventful day. | am bewildered"
"Not more than Woodward" returned
Flora.
"Ah, more, Flora--your face, your form,
your actions, arouse mysterious emotions
in my breast"
"Why" asked Flora surprised
cit may Sc, m wayward fancy, but in
deed the Indian girl who released me yes
terday is almost very image of yourself"
"Suange-strange, mused Flora.
''Truly strange, replied Albion.
'tAn1 she favors me?"
eyes she is beautiful The likeness is
faultless; except that her dark auburn hair
floats in tresses over her neck, and her COM
plexion is Of the Indians. She speaks ex-
celent English, has musical voice and
sweet expression. Indeed am almost led /
to doubt her Indian descent--sheis is so good
ard perfect.
Just at this iuncture of their conversa-
ton, they were interrupted by the appear
ance of gentleman on horse whom AL |
blon Immediately recognized and introduced
to Flora, as Mr.. Grayson. While they con-
verse few minutes, we will take hasty
survey of the new conner, in order that you,
reader, may have some knowledge OF the
character with whom, with your iudulg-
enee) we will have to do in the coucse Of
our story. Of age he was about thirty
five. On horse he presented figure at
once noble and enviable. Few characters
OF military note, possessed form Of such
perfect symmetry invested with such noble |
equestrian tact. He alghted. Still that
bewichng spell emenated from his carriage,
that at once rivited the eye Of the beholdeI
u )on him in admiration and almost worship. |
He was of a fine manly stature, which en-
chased in round and exquisitely proportion
ed muscles, gave him shat dignity of per-
son that never fails to command respect even |
from The most naughty. Added to this,
his Intelligent and expressive countenance,
arched by a forehead well delineated and |
developed, completed masterpieces Of ere,
alton, the most perfect and enabling. b n. |