The Literary echo, and Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1851-1854, 1854-06-15

ing which lay imbedded as it were in
sombre gloom. Still the nimble Moor
trod the terraced walls. Still the waters
Of the neighboring stream, gaining n
slight impetus from the wind, flowed
rippled, and dashed onward in their
course.
Reclining gracefully on silken couch
or ottoman, in the room of the tower, was
a young girl. The apartment was furn-
ished in the most gaudy and magnificent
style, Yielding carpets of dark green
velvet, beautifully wrought with designs
in contrasting colors, covered the floor.
AS the beautiful maiden would abstract
cdly press her foot on its surface it would
readily sink envclopins the tiny slipper
in its soft embrace. A large center
table, laden with Moorish books, stood
in the center of the room, and splendid
guitar, covered with guilt, and embossed
with mother of pearl, lay a few feet from
the divan, as if it had been thrown aside
.pettishly. The young girl was very
beautitul-very beautiful. The general
contour of her face was Grccian, the
smooth, round, and bulging forehead,
full mouth with curling contemptous
lips, and the prominent chin, gave her
an almost angelic appearance. Her
tresses corresponding with her dark
olive complexion, fell in folds over her
neck ,unrestrained and free. The young
girls countenance was pensive and mel
ancholy She would ever and anon
mutter indiStinctly, and her taper fingers
would entwine around themselves the
silken locks BY her side lay a Koran
and also a Spanish copy Of the Bible,
from both of which she had evidently
been reading. After remaining some
moments in deep study and in musing
attitude, the beautiful girl arose abstract
edly from her seat, and leisurely ap-
preaching the window in the deep alcove
of which, sat the bright taper, she
stood looking anxiously out on the
fast coming storm. After studying for
some time, she snuffed the wick and was
about to return to her seat, when long
shrill blast windcd on the horn, reached
her ears. She started violently and her
cheek deepened to more ruddy hue.
"It is he 4! Allah be praised He
comes to redeem his promise. Oh, that
he may escape detection! And now for
my part"
She proceeded. to the table, and stoop-
ING down drew from beneath it ladder
of exquisite workmanship made of silken
cord. At this moment another blast
from the horn more shrill and piercing
than the first, caused the old castle with
its many crannies, to throw back the
sound with many reverberations. Again
the young girl started This time her
cheek paled. For several moments she
stood as still as statue, and as if bereft
of her faculties.
"Ah :" she exclaimed in husky tones,
" | was mistaken. 1t is not he. 1t is
my troublesome'-. just then the
rattling of the drawbridge as it descend
ed, which showed that the sleepy warden
had at last come to his duty, and that
the untimely visitor was coming over,
interrupted her.
The lovely girl once more sprang to
the window, and placing her heated brow
to the pane, she endeavored to pierce
the outward darkness. Not many
moments elapsed before the visitor had
sprung from his horse and dashed into
the old building In a short time quick
and heavy steps resoupded on the stairs
of the old Tower, and the young girl
had just the time to coil up the ladder,
hurl it under the lounge, snatch up the
Koran, sccrete the Spanish Bible, and
seat herself composcdly, when the door
OF her apartment was rudely thrust open
and stalwart young man unannounced
but by his heavy tread, strobe into the
room.
"Ha F! Iusoll, up so late : Why is
this : you will ruin your health, my
dear" His bright eye sparkled, and
his bearded lip curled with a sinister
expression.
Wby-wby-eh! Aliph, did not
feel like retiring soon 50 / thought I