Democrat and sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1853-1866, 1859-06-22
Pa, WEDNESDAY, JUNE q, 1859.

him from the sleigh His happy home. his
aged parents, and more than all, his worship
ed Helen, who, having happily lost all con-
of the sleigh-all these fond recollections
rose id the vista of memory in that one mo-
ment of horrible agony
The noble horses reused to new exertions
by the fierce howls and yells behind them,
renewed their tagging speed, and turning a
sharp angle, few moments more found them
within the precints of the village, exhausted
almost before the well known door of the
Greys
The wandering party who had reached
home some time previous, and had wonder
ingly watching for the tardy lovers, hurried
forth with many a jest and merry laugh, but
stopped short on viewing the apparently
empty sleigh, the painting horses, their glist-
ening sides covered with foam, their distend
ed nostrils and trembling limbs evincing their
frightful agitation. In the bottom Of the
sleigh lay huddled the light form of the un-
conscious Helen. Carrying her gently into
the house, her friends endeavored to recover
her from the fearful, death like swoon. At
length those large, dark eyes once more open
ed to gaze wildly about her. But, alas! rea-
son had forever deserted her throne, and rec
ognizing none, the poor girl re!apsed into
terrible spasms, and her rawlings alone afford
ed clue to the horrible fate of Robert Lee.
well armed party was instantly formed
and sailed forth, with brave hearts, and trus
ting generous spirits, to the hoped for res
cue.
The waning moon was partially observed
by light 1ieecy clouds. as 2 portion of the vii
layers entered the long, narrow defile among
the mountains.
All was still and hushed No sounds
broke upon the deadssstillness. save the sigh
ing of the high wind among the tail forest
trees, while they ratified their skeletons arms
as if defying the rude blast. On they tramp
ed, these resolute men, with hearts nervee
fer any encounter but alas! scarce prepared
horror stricken gaze. No wonder these stern
men shook with emotion; 10 wonder their
stout hearts quailed. Before them almost
under their feet, the pure, fair snow sullied
by dark stains of deep red blood, few bones
a mass of dark tangled hair, clothed with
gore, torn remnants Of cloth, scattered here
and there, were all that remained of the
warm hearted, brave and noble Robert Lee.
Here he yielded up bis last breath. alone.
unarmeG, no mortal eye to witness his agon-
izing death throes, 10 kind hand to save him
from so horrible death.
Wlth one accord the little band Iropped
upon their knees, and with trembling voices
husky with emotion, vowed untiriEg vengence
upon the scourge of their land, and then
revernently collecting the scattered remains
OF the nl-fated Lee, they turned their steps
homeward. with feelings partly subdued by
grief. yet mingled with burning desire for
revenge! And they kept their vow for with
the image OF young Lee ever before them,
these hardy men daily secured the mountain
heights and forest wilds. until every wolf
was externinated from their vicinity.
Poor Helen never recovered. Her mind
was totally shattered, the last glimmering ray
OF reason seemed to be the recollection OF her |
lovers being torn from her side by the gaunt
duskY hends, with their long, white fanps
and glaring eyes 1; of those she was continu- |
ally muttering. while casting wild glances
behind her. The jingllng OF sleigh bell
ever brought on her fierce paroxysms. the |
frequent recurrence of which finally reduced |
her to the grave
She was laid in quiet, grassy nook in the
old church yard, near the graves of her aged !
parents, and the remains of her betrothed-
and not young maiden in the village but
was familiar with the sad fate of the unhap
py pair. Aged willows dropped over their |
last resting place, and blooming flowers up
turned their wings, nestled lovingly there. |
as If concious of its being hallowed spot to |
all. And when, as oftentimes happened a |
merry party approached the spot, the loud I
tone is hushed. while the subdued demeanor |
and fearful eye speaks volumes Of the SYM |
pathy felt by all for the unhappy fate of
Simple Nell"