, 1859-04-15

where both had resided. The two enemies AZ
the same hour were buried. Yet though mourn
ing families were there, past hatred seemed 10
be buried with those who hsd ALLEN; f6r he
mourners were young, and knew not yet the
feelings Of hatred which had 50 strongly ihliu-
enced their parents. s
Two were there, who, unknown TO those pa
rents, had long cherished feeIings most opposito
to hatred One was William Harland and re
other Flora Borland, the lovely daurhter 81 Coi'
Borland, who had just entered hcr eighteenth
year. Her brother, whose age was the same Is
that Of William Harland, and two younger rsisters.
were all the near relatives left by her parents %
follow 10 the grave, although be had BY his VIII
provided guardian for those whom he knew his
death would leave all too much unprotected. y
William and Flora, knowing the family ftui.
bad concealed their love; yet, like Romeo and
Juliet they had olten met, and made their VOWS
that kith or kin should never tear their hcarts
asunder. And sad was this occasion; though
they spoke not yet their fearful eyes Exchanged
glances from which each read more than their
A week passed by, and, alone in his chamber.
William Harland opened the sealed package which
his father had given him, and the instructions Of
which he had sworn TO obey. Why did his face
blanch to an ashen hue as he gazed upon III
Why did It fall from his grasp as II his hands
were stricken with q sudden palsyi Because L
was written thus - H t,li " e3 l94s7.
William, my boy, I am tho third Of my fam
ily who have fallen by the accursed hand Of tho
Borlands. OF them there is but one lefl-Elas;
Of my family, only you. Now, you are his So
perior in skill, in strength and courage You
have sworn to fulfil my directionl Keep yew
OATH or feel that fathers curse hangs OYER yonl
And oht what on earth is more fearful than Z
fathers cursei It IS my wish that at once you
seek quarrel with him, provoke him to an at
tack, and leave not male Of the Borands alive;
for with him the last win perish. RemembeI,
revenge is sweetI Yorn FArrEa."
"My God why did take that oaIh I EIias
is not my foe, and Flora is my love. We're to
kill him, she is Lost to me forever-lost 10 thn
world-for the blow which would kill him would
break her heart" groaned William.
An that night, IN wretshedness, young Har-
land walked up and down his chamber in agony
Of mind, studying what 10 do. He would fhin
have fed the place; but his oath vas. Ia bic
eyes, most sacred, and he dare not hreak Il
He sought comforter-a comforter saldi
Oh, if the flend Is q eounselor--if al the illb
that Ger were clustered into one, could fnd =
name, that name would be the coniorterl H.
sought runll
Isddened with It's fumes, he lsN his home 4
an carly hour, armed 70 the teeth, and deter
mined 70 fulil his pledge and u he did not hll
himself in the conflict % end the tragedy bE
4 selfdestructon.
\ Too soon, alas, at the village tavern be met
young Borland, and, in the frenzy Of incbridlion,
insulted him 50 grossly that an instant colnh1E
was the result And Il was fearful one Re-
volvers and knives were The weApone, and both
were used with terrible effect Almost at The
same moment, ,-tlenched and gFappled IN LIIb
deadly strnggle-they expired " oq fr
And lady, young and lovely. who was pas.
ing, heard Of the aifay, and rushing to the spot
fell senseless on the bodies Of her lover and her
bFotherl K.
She Is now q maniac. They sleep as their
fathers sleep--in bloody graves. lis had tila,
but . trus one, this Of Kentucky fsud ~