Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1859-11-25

They stood up together before tllh village
church altar, and the multitude gazed on
them with gratifed raSerness, Both were
pale--,here was m lancholy On their fea-
lures, which told how deeply both had tasted
of the bitter fountains Of existence. But
in the noble bearing of Rupert, and in the
chastened beauty Of his lovely partner, those
who looked on them found much TO admire !;
aud whisper OF delight ran round the rs
sembly for one moment, and then, as the
imposing ceremony commenced, all became
silent once more, in breathless attention.
A chatter Of horses hoofs, MS if a horse
man was hurfying with the speed Of life or
Death startled the assemblage. The next
moment the tall form of knight in armor
darkened the door Of The church. The
maltitude gave way before his hasty and
and fierce stride.
/ "IIoldl" he exclaimed in the loud tone
of command, athat lady is my betrothed
bride. Lady Eleanor, | adiufe thee. re-
member thy vow--break it not for false
traitor,
All started, and Rupert laid his hand on
his sword. Sir Knight" he said sternly
as the hot blood rushed mp to his pale fore
head, "at another time thou shalt be fiily
answered, if it so prove that thou art wor-
thy of knighly dealings" And he turned
again TO the altar.
The eyes of the stranger shone like fire
beneath the bars of his vizor. "Ruperi
Merton! he exclaimed in fierce and loud
voice, let the ceremony be stayed, or the
sanctuary of the living God shall not pro-
tect thee
bastard !" returned Merton, and con
veying his trembling bride to the hands of
his kinsman, and confroating the intruder,
Rupert Merton asks no other protection
save his own good sword. If thou hast the
spirit of knight follow me-.
They strobe through the church isle to-
geiher, and in another moment the quick
clash of steel rans sharply on the ears Of
the horror-stricken assembly. The struggle
was short but desperate. Reckless of his
own life, each seemed only to seek that of
his enemy. Rupert covered with wounds,
ree'ed forward and grasped The throat of
his enemy with the fierce strength which
passion lends the last struggles of existence.
His glazing eye blazed widely open as he
passed his sword like lightning through the
body of the stranger. 1t was fatal blow.
Both fell at the same instant; and, when
the multitude gathered about them, they
were dead. ssInheim the stranger, said the
priest, as with shudder lie surveyed the
dead forms before him. The helm was un-
bound and the naughty and dark features
of Robert of Anselm were exposed, features
familiar TO many who were present, although
settled in the grimness Of death,
The knight of Anselm had recovered
from his wounds; he had escaped from the
capacity of the infidel and had sought his
own beloved England, the home of his be-
trothed, to die by the hand of Rupert of
"May God deal in mercy with their fierce
spirits y said the priest in a trembling
voice, and the people murmured "Amen.'
The Lady Eleanor died in the cell of a
convent, after living for years with Il with
cred heart and a weary spirit, in the dream
ike apathy of feeling, that cold, dull stu.
por of despair, which is broken only by the
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