The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1858-12-25

A'ic WAS IUDcu III crimson NciNGL ana
blazing with jewels, just as she had
come from ball. Her brow, her lips
were rigid her eyes downcast and burn
ing her hands clasped like stones across
bosom, She never stirred, until after |
had entered and spoken then, with one
long. drawn breath, she moved forward a
pace, and, with look that chilled HE to
the heart, cried, hoarscly, You You !.
to bring me this disgrace"
"What have | done, Lady Beatrice 2"
| asked.
Viper. to ask me that question
You whom | have befriendcd, to steal
my son, my oaly son, away from me -
"What cen you mean, Lady Bcatrice"
| asked, indignant now.
" You have done me to DEATH" she
said, hoarsely and bitterly. =" You
brought that beggar here to ruin NE
TO ruin us all. Yes, you knew her arts
her lowlived destinations. You placed
her in his path, and now he processes to
love her-yes DO you hear ?--not an
hour ago he told me. l wonder did not
drop at his feet The son of Sir Henry
Paulson processes to love beggar, with
out name, station, and, for aught ! know,
character," she said violently.
"stop, Lady Beatrice This l will
not hear. Your rank shall hold ne
neither in silence nor respect, if you
talk to me Of my own sisters child so
disgraccfully,' L exclaimed, with spirit,
and felt my eye flash. =" AS to my
participation in this matter, [ have
regretted most heartily that have al
lowed her to remain SO long under this
roof: but | Lave never encouraged this
attachment, believe me-"
-" Then you knew it you knew it -
Attachment ~ she crl,y2l!d s"ornfully.
81 will merely say, that have seen
of late what | wish could have prevent
ed,' replied
She seemed to look beyond me for a
moment. Her face was dark with pas
sion, as she exclaimed Dared to tell
me he loved hcr--hc, my son! Yes, he
has money, so he can-he is independent,
so lie can but, let he tell you, that
rather than see hr' marry her, would
myself dispatch him to the grave"
"Those are fearful words, Lady Bea-
trice," said, feeling the color rccedc
from my face.
"l repeat them - was her fierce reply;
" | would myself dispatch him to the
grave! That is the pride, if you will,
Of Lady Beatrice Paulson. His father
is bowed down with modification, while
Lady FRANCISCO Heaven! my brain
will turn :"
| piticd Lady Frances as I reflected.
For nearly year she mad been the guest
of Lady Paulson. Attracted by her
great beauty, the young man frequcnted
her society; but have reason to believe
since then, that lie never spoke to her
of love, or regarded her as his future
wife. But she had loved him most
deeply and devotcdly from the first. |
piticd Lady Beatrice also, deadly as was
her pride, and almost fendish as she
seemed, walking the room with fierce,
rapid strides. And even, above all, |
pitiod my Alice; for felt that the tolls
of a deadly serpent would work her ruin,
if they could.
The following day there was another
stormy interview. Alice, nearly fainting
under the unfecling charges brought
against her, was suddenly joined by the
young man himself, who, with pale check,
but determined mien, declared that,
before high Heaven, she, and none other,
should be his wife.
o then terrible scene cnsucd! |
remember nothing clearly. Lady Beatrice
burst blood vessel from the shock OF
her feelings Alice lay in dead faint
in the arms of Niles Henry; and poor
Lady Frances was i'll up stairs.