Sugar planter. [volume] (West Baton Rouge [i.e. Port Allen, West Baton Rouge Parish, La.]) 1856-1925, 1858-11-13

without riticing the man she
loved.
She appoint 4 to meet Edward
: IN Il garden NOT far from Paris. nr
a certain evening in MAY, The
youth, t;1ncyin4 that he had won
her from Philip--from all the rest
could not avoid disclosing / is
happiness by words end looks , and
t'h'!jp, wild with jealousy, watched
him. The evening came. The sun
"as sinking in the western sky,
within an hour Of setting. The
trees cast their long shadows, trin
@ed with mellow light, along tue
path, when Philip, who lay conceal
ed there, saw bis brother E.dward
slowly walking mp it towards the
hover whcre- what's that 2 said
Arthur, suddenly breaking off.
Nothing, nothiny,' said Lowell,
exc ted tor the remainder Of the
story.
! thought | heard voices,' said
Arthur. The Voice OLA voice |
knew among them. Listen!
No, no; heard nothing. Go
on said Lowell.
lie proceeded: Philip saw Ed
war; Slowly walking up the path.
lie followed there was an arbor
at the other end Philip knew that
Hester was there But just as Ed
ward was about tn enter it, he sprang
forward, and drawing his sword,
rushed upon his brother.
Fortunately Edward was not
alarmed, or off his guard, and had
his weapon out in Il moment. But
seeing that his assailaut was his
brother, he would have declined
the fight, had not Philip, stepping
up to him, struck bi,n with his open
hand, upon the face. This he could
not bear, and the next moment their
swords were crossed in mortal com
bat.
Both were excellent swordsmen.
We do no. think hi 4hly enough Of
the Partisan ttncers. Philip and
Edward were as nearly matched a.
could be. But whether it w<s hat
Edvard was too much enraged at
being prevented from having his
promised meeting with Hester, or
that he was confused at being Thus
suddenly brought into contact with
his brother, ! kn W not; suffice to
say, that lie was more than once
careless Of his guard, and Philip
followed up every advantage that
he gave rcmorseieasiy; and struck
him in such d way that Edward saw
he aimed at his very life. Edward
defended himself as well as he could.
suffering all the while nnder the
loss Of blood from the wounds which
he had received, and waxing fainter
and fainter, every / AN sure |
heard voices untside.'
No. Go on--go on,' said Low
ell. I heard nothing; and what #
we did? DO 60 on, Arthur. Ed
ward grew fainter and fainter -
Till at last, said Arthur, when
Philip struck him again; feeling |
say, that he aimed at nothing less
than his lifc. which he bad tried to
doubt though it had been evident
eturc, Edward resolved to counter
fvit death, fell down before his
brother
Philip was 50 enraeed that he
might not have stayed his hand
lie was on the very point of driV-
ing his sword again into bis broth
er's body, when Hester, fearing to|
loose her victim, rushed out Of the
arbor. And now comes the justice
of the story but It seems to me,
Lowell, as II there were voices out
there in the corjdor''
L say, no. answered Low: III
You generally forget every thing
but your story, Arthur, when you
are telling one to me-.
Yes; but thought | heard Al
ice De Leon's voice. began Ar
thur; but instantly + collecting him
self, / will not stop again. he said.
Hester threw herself upon Phi
ip's bosom, assuring him with TRUTH
that she had not loved Edward that
she had Lived none but him, and
commanded hiln. not to spill bis