The Westerly echo, & Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1854-1858, 1855-05-31
WESTERLY, R. l., THURSDAY, MAY 81, 1855


) at her side. Come, then, lady. Who
; ever you may be, will abide the result -
! He took her on shore, and placed her
in coach which was standing near, and
!, drove off to friends house. He was
shown into room. The door was
locked, and the young lady threw her.
self on chair
She did not weep nor sob, nor did
she appear to be ia the least affected
by the novelty of her situation.
"Sir," said she, rising, whoever
you are, can trust you. You are no
common sailor, nor am I what I seem
have no time to waste in words.
will explain all in few hours. Trust
me, believe me, serve me, and you shall
never repent it. What is to be done
must be done at once. / have but few
hours to spare, and if 1 am discovered
before they expire, I shall be wretehed
indeed. Here, sir, is money. Go and
purchase all you wish Be quick, and
do not delay now;" and she offered
him large roll of bills.
Thank you, lady. I do not neet
it. am not indeed what 1 seem
Rest here until 1 return. You are safe
in this house. 1 will return in few
moments Do not be alarmed"
CharSs went out and left her alone
| tHe weitt alone. He went to q fashion
sable tailor's in Broadway, and in te
u minutes he was changed from a. rough
t dirty-looking sailor to q fine manly
, handsome fellow, and his dress set off t
!, admiration his fine figure. He returned
instantly to the lady, and when he en-
tered the room where he had left her
he found her walking backwards and
forward, but not in the least agitated.
She had evidently steeled herself to the
worst, and was prepared for anything.
My name, sir, is Ellen Moran. Let
that suffice for the present. Are you
ready" said she, firmly, and without
betraying any emotion.
81 am, lady"
They went again into the carriage,
and drove to the mayors, and in few
moments were man and wife. When
they left the mayors house, Mrs. Barton
gave orders to the coachman herself,
but in voice whose tones were not
heard by her husband.
"Will you return with me :" in
quired Mr.. Barton, as his wife entered
the coach.
"No, sir. We are going to your
house, where your presence will be re-
quired."
Mr.. Barton looked very steadily at
his wife for moment as she uttered
these words, and for the first time began
to think that he had entered upon a
very silly scrape. The idea even en-
tered his head, that she might be little
out Of trim aloit, and it did not make
him very comfortable.
The door was closed, and the coach
was off. Not word was spoken on
either side during the whole drive,
which was very loEg-at least so it,
seemed to him. Charles was intently
thinking upon his conduct, and was half
inclined to regret his rashness, but one
glance at his sweet, new married wife
settled that point.
The cafriage stopped at the door of
house of elegant exterior, in one of the
most fashionable streets in the city. He
alighted first, and handed out his wife
in silence. They asccnded the steps,
aud she rung the bell. The door was
opened by most fashionable streets in
the city. He alighted first, and handed
out his wife in silence. They ascended
the steps, and she rang the bell. The
door was opened by a servant in splendid
livery.
"Is my uncle at home, YETI"
"No, miss, he is not" replied the
man, respectfully bowing.
Mr.. Barton cast furtive glance
around him. Everything was arranged
in the most recherche style, and with the
most lavish expense. She led him into
parlor sumptuously furnished.
"All that you behold" said Mrs.
Barton, as the door closed, care mine,
sir. They are now your own. Believe
me, sir, l speak the truth. Remember