True American. [volume] (Steubenville [Ohio]) 1855-1861, 1856-09-24

which betrayed as much Of encourage ;
nent as reproof.
Without even noticing her request,
Boutwell, lifted the boy from the hassock,
and seated himself, addressing her in
low and gentle tone, which he knew well
how 10 assume. The erring woman lis
tened to the wichery Of his voice, ill
the unnatural glow again tinged her
cheek, and she sat with her eyes fixed
on his, like beautiful bird yielding 10
the fascination of serpent.
"But thy wife," she said in a low
but irresolute tone, when Boutwell, pres
sed for reply to what he had been urg-
ing, "much as Mary may love-much as
she may sacrifice, she cannot thrust
young and loving woman from heart
she puts her faith in"
"Young and loving!' repeated Both
well with sneer curling his naughty
lip, "young and loving!-Tuly your
grace must have been strangely mlsn-
formed; she who styles herself Countess
of Boutwell,, nearly doubles the age oil
her unfortunate husband; aud as for love,
if she knows any it is for the broad
acres which own him as their master"
A scarcely perceptable smile dimpled
the queens mouth as she beard this ac-
count of her rival, but she made no reply,
and Boutwell, resumed his tone of earnest
entreaty As he proceeded his voice and
manner became more energetic.
Say that thou CONSENT" he said,
"Say but word, and the breath of evil
shall never reach you Lay but your
hand in mine as a token Of assent, and
Boutwell, will worship you as very
slave"
The queen raised her hand, ant
mougn 1t tlemUled ike an aspen, sh'
put it in his.
ut is thy queen who is the slave,
she murmered in a broken voice, as Both
, well raised the beautiful hand to his lips
f and covered it with rapturous kisses.
As he reihquished the hand it came il
contact with that of the child. AS if al
r adder had slung her, she drew it back
, and then with a sudden gush of feelin!
snatched the boy 10 her bosom and cover
a ed it with tears and kisses. BothweI
dreaded the influence Of the pure mater
nal feeling thus expressed. Gently fore
: ing the young prince from her embraces
: he whispered:
Trust him TO me dearest-trnst hil
to one who would spill his hearts bloc
: rather than give pain TO mother or child,
and pressing her hand again to his hp'
e the arch-hypocrit left the room with III
d same curious tread he had entered
with.
C In few moments after he placed II
}, young prince in charge Of creature
a his confidence, saying
IL "See TO it that none of the Darne
II faction get possession Of the brat--kee
le him safe or strangle him at once
le On the next day the earl Of Bolhwt
"a left Sterling and it was whispered he hi
sr been banished from the court through Il
influence of the English ambassador; b
w. conjecture was lost in astonishmer
10 when two days after, the court at Ste
H. ling was broken up, and the queen VIII
W on her way to Ed nburgh, was met
as Boutwell,, with force Of eight hundr
y men and conveyed TO Dunbar by seemi
ID violence. Men stood agast al the new
ne but those who had marked their que
4 closely during the few preceding da,
IL concurred in the belief that she private
sanctioned the disgraceful outrage.
n
N, 1t was a gloomy and ancient pile-tl
~ in which Boutwell, had left his desert
m wife. In one Of its apartments, bes
". huge fire place, in which a few emb
ne smoudered in sea of ashes, sat an
and wrinkled woman, spreading her wi
b;s cred palms for warmth, and occasion(
.of turning a wislful look to the narrow W
dows, against which the rain and 81
or we're beating with real violence. As
mi listened, the tramp Of approaching hor
an was heard in the court below, and bel
Ter she had time 10 reach the door, it
nd flung open, and the Countess of Bothw
D a dripping with wet and 'ottering with
Ill. tigue, flung herself into the arms Of her
me nurse.
vas "Sorrow on me-" exclaimed the g
zen woman, striving to speak Cheerful
hit, "how the child clings 10 my neck
nd, look up, lady bird, and do not sob 81
IRIS know but TOO we'll how thy journey
ich speeded-may the curses of an old W
ave an rest"
iell "Oh, Mabel, Mabel do not curse
las. do not-we cannot love as we W
md exclaimed the poor countess, clinging
ks, the bosom of the old woman, us if to b
of her from finishing The anathena,
airy j" Hush, darling, hush,' replied
in. Mabel, pressing her withered lips 70
Sty 10 the pure forehead Of her forest chi
to 4" he who could help loving thee
ma hist, what is all this tramping in
ced court !! Sit down, and will
and learn,'
COW The old woman divested the treml
rust young creature of her wet cloak and
the ceeded to the hall. After few mil
re- absence she returned dreadfully agits
oice her suhken eyes glowsd like live .