Smyrna times., 1854-09-13
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The silver moon shed her feeble rays through
the dark tempest clouds that float o er the blue
skys vaults A fearful calm pervades the earth.
Naught breaks the death-like stiffness save the
crodk of the raven and the song of insects,
humming IN the nigh air. All is still--stli as
the grave Tits calm, death-Ike stiffness be-
tokens some sudden cOnvulsive freak in nature
lit torwdrtls th.t benIghted traveller yonder
on that powerful black steed t" seek shelter for
himself and horse.
The tetApes .-cloud has hidden entirely the
moons bloatcd, crystal face, and large putter
ing drops from Heavens fount strike the weary
traveller. He needs the Warrington now the
artillery from above has opened over his head,
and he qulckens the pace Of his steed. Through
the mky bluckness he percevPs bright light
which shines similar to Venus when she
peeps forth from the armament on a cloudesS
eve.
The traveller nears, dsmounts, and knocks
for admittance. The same mal who has ig- |
ured in some of our prior chapters bids hlm EN-
ter and points him to his master
Let us cast survey over the room Seated
by stand and engrossed deeply in the perusal
of book, is young girl, possessing the love-
; lmess Of a Madonna-beauty's own model
: Opposite her, standing, is q man OF some thirty
years, with dark moustache, swarthy complex
Il ion, determined look and turr owed brow. lie
q confronts the stranger, and bids htm welcome.
The lady rises from her seat, bows to the stran-
p ger, and gracefully proffers seat.
e At the solicitation of his host the traveller
seats hinseli' at the table quickly prepared for
r his entertainment; and, after appcasing the
y cravings of hunger, listens tohls host, who de-
n sres his attention. He speaks as follows:
ut "Howard Clinton, know you-though am
8 unknown. You have shared my hosp. .,allty
ar this night, and will, ,hereiuTe, favor me with
IN your attention. Listen, pray you, to short
~ narrative of my past hie. + ltteen years since
| at such time as thls,-such night, wheI
rt. taunder rent the clouds and sheeted Lightning
nd blaxed forth from the four quarters of the eart
tut when summer wore her most gorgeous gar
ne ments and assumed smiling look--when LIT
st. was most joyous, and there was naught to ina
ey my ccstacy-I wooed and won fair youn
'rn bride. And on an eve like this, when all wa
E els dark, gloomy and tempestuous as the passion
ed, OF mortals, stood before the altar with her,
We were marrled-my heart was well nIg
bursting with Joy-I sought no greater haPp
and ness than then enjoyed, ior worshlpped h'
ing then as do now hun who is mghtier than
# Ave, dolized her. But cArce had she pledi
Red ed with me the nuptla VOWS ere she abscon
ton ed wIth another. Scarce had we left the alt
ible of Hylnen ere / found villain, deer-dye
r. wearing the mask OF man, and formed in
re- image, that tore her from me. 1t came he
ting driving me to insanity; but reason assumed
lght mastery, and / swore that ] would be avengt
; its lie emIgrated south and pursued him hlth
e. lie who was poor had amused a fortune a
card lorded over many slaves. l sought ms re
rend dence Tor the purpose Of staying hlm. MurC
Is by dwelt in my heart. The beauty of his ba
upon captivated me, and stole the child and retire
uilty ed | reared and educated her in this sequ
ss of tered spot after mme own mind-taught her
1T or speak the languages fuently, and sowed IN
His young heart the seed OF plety.
, and "Doubtles you can trace the story. Dou
The less you, Howard Clinton, can solve the IN
elted terry now, connected with the loss sof y
s-'- daughter. For this sainted, PEERLESS being is
mere adopted child, alias Bella Clinton, your dau
now ter And In me do you behold the person
of no Arthur St. Simon.
little "Howard, forgive you for the past
seclu- this much | ask Grant me the privileg
,f life keeping Bell-my own sweet Isabella.
a have wronged me, Howard, and !, also, /
yented ioully wronged you. Let the present at
spect for the past, and let US be friends Let th'
'iyans, ture link us firmly together"
Sc and "Ths happiness s-lndeed J! Howard
q such claimed g to once more behold my Child
= I'M know that she has, indeed, found parent
ood he a home, instead OF the assassin's knife
once more gaze on her radiant beauty!
every knowledge, Arthur, that you have awarded
lg and ice unto me- anu uee'ais De'o,e 'aes' ~
ng pos shall not DC sepeia'eu ou s''ai,
oat me to my valley home, to make glad with
al ,ha, presence the heart of roy wife and my d'
iucntly TIC healaa. es
III Would that some unseen power endow'
with snguage to express the feelings
.4a. - mother when she folded her daughter
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