Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1852-1859, 1858-11-25
LFrom the Boston Post.l

AAAS AlE1l Oh the HAohnt EeFn0hsFnPefa
Willprobnbly run a good deal after this man
ner, atstirst, till Mr. Everett gets his hand in.
1t was a dreary night in=JuIy, 1860! To u
day ofjunusual heat lad succeeded an evening
of silent but deadly cold, on which the slightest
yielding to the slumberons torpor, breathing
abroad, was fatal. The amber moon rose noise.
lessly and punctually in the right quarter, and
its reflected silver danced in the magnificent
pancs of glass of the lordly mansion of Park
street. AT the bay window of No. - Shone
single taper. A lovely girl. on whose auburn
locks some sixteen springs had breathed the last
winds breath, sat, or rather reclined in patent
chair of exquisite device, covered with yellow
brocatelle, reading listlesslysthe Rhine of Miles
StandiSh. Herinterest was profound. She had
Just turned twopages at once, when a lowywhis-
tie started her attentive and beautifully mod
delled ear. Her name, 'Anacondal" was aud
IDLE on the wind. She threw up the case
ment and stood upon the balcony. Black ir
relief against the snow, dlzzling in the moon
light, rose cloaked figure, while the pre-
lnde from barcarole 7tinkled from guitar
'a.Iis hel lis my own Birmingham" she cried,
crepe with marabout feathers. AT that instant,
n figure moved rapidly from behind the huge
trunk of a massive oak, unseen of Birmingham
A sudden ring outof wild bells into the wild
night, the signal of conflagratlon, drowned the
melodlous tinke of his guitar. A sharp cry,
SCFean ana the rapid retreat oil nailed heelS were
all heard at. once. The guardian of the night
heard them, and (his name was Swallow app
preached the scene Two figures were-pros:
trate, half buried by the drifting snow. Birm.
lngham IN his inky closk ofcotton velvet, Ana
couda in her roseate cymar of satin sheen. One
was knocked over, the other fell over. The
How of blood was but limited, and continued to
the antique cut nose of Birmingham, whose
returning consciousness betrayed itself by
little Improvisation upon his guitar. The
lovely Anaconda groaned, and the mingled
glare of the moon, and of the large fire in the
vicinity, betrayed the ashley paleness of her
cheek. Birmingham threw in the arpeggio
ofthe trio in Lucia. the watchman, too,
was musical, st4nct'io, sono ipittOre," he cried:
and thelconcertedz harmony of that unequalled
trio weptup upon the night from the little group,
till the pillow ofevery listener was drenched in
the happy tears of delicious melancholy
Finally, the noise woke up her stern old father.
He could stand itno longer, butgroses to find a
match, which never, never could obtain his
sanction. he stroked his silver beard, as he
girded on long knife, kept for Contingencies, u
ne said, and surely, if ever, here was one
Slowly be descended, and let himself out by a
postern gate. The last strophe was being re-
Peatedsof the glorious trio; ,dwclt on, long and
tondly, blythe enamored singers, as the aged
4 Bank president emerged into the moonlight
i Cerberus would have melted. Not he. "You!"
L he cried, "you Anaconda, here and thus"
j 10 be continued in our next)
i Received Two Hundred Dollars.
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