New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1860-10-15

pressing, and it was with feeling Of relief that he
| heard the drawing-room clock strike twelve. Now
| then,n thought he, g for something's but as the
",witching hour passed by and nothing appeared
his only feeling was one Of yexation that he should
have volunteered to lose his rest, although it was
some consolation to know that Lucy had promised
to keep awake this led to another series OF
thoughts and te castle building, until the welcome
sight of George nodding, was presented to the
strained eyes, or rather eye of the watcher, who
Immediately communicated the intelligence TO the
plotters, most of whom were by this time asleep in
the most comfortable positions which the chair the
staircase and the floor admitted of. After several
starts and Intellectual attempts to keep awake,
George let his head drop on the table.
1.-The time for action having come, the skeleton
climbed the ladder rather anxiously, crept in at
the window, and cautiously approaching the table,
substituted for the pistol lying upon it the other
one of the pair and which, OF course was minus
bullet. Having concealed the loaded pistol and
taken his position, all that remained was for
George to be awakened. AS Morton was consid-
ering about some ghostly means of doing this, he
was saved the trouble by the dog which had fol-
lowed him to the foot of the ladder, and which
becoming impatient at his absence, began to bark.
At the first sound George started, saw the figure,
passed his hands over his eyes, and making the
object out more distinctly, he seized the pistol and
started up with the challenge: Who's thereT
Although Morton was itching to make speech,
he remained silent, while George, speaking some
what hurriedly, said i. If you are human, advise
you to throw aside your disguise, for will Ger.
tainiy ire at you; ii not OF this WorId-Why, I'll
have shot at you at any rate "a
e Receiving no answer, he steadily took aim,
saying, i will fire OF the word three and
never miss my aim. 0ne-two--threen The ps-
tol went off harmessly, of course but with re-
suit upon George entirely unlocked for; being sure
of his aim he could not account for the figure not
only being unhurt, but now even approaching him
| steadily; his feelings seemed wrought up to q
frenzy, and almost as quick as thought he thrust
his hand into the breast of his coat drew small
pocket-pistol, the existence of which no one had
dreamed of, and before word of warning could
be spoken he had fired it full at Morton who drop
ped dead at his feet!
Meanwhile, the outsiders impatiently awaited
the deaouemeilt; they had heard George speak
and then fire. and while they were hesitating about
entering they heard the second report, and their
hearts sank at the sound; they rushed in, and
found their worst fears realized AS they raised
the body, one of them said; Poor Stephen 7
Merciful God 7 exclaimed George, my friend
her brother But | cannot describe the heart
rending scene-perhaps you can picture it to your
seli.n
As my informant ceased at this point. asked:
But what became of the other actors?n
''Forbes and Lennox,a said he, "gave them
selves up at once to the proper authorities of
course, nothing could be done to them, although
the former franticaly declared, that having been
the instigator of the plot, he must suffer or he
would go mad, and sure enough, he died in an in
sane asylum, after being tormented for several
months by imaginary skeletons. The medical
student Is now the family physician. Lennox, OF
course, returned no more to the house; his leave
of absence soon expiring, he reioined his regiment
almost reckless of his life, which he lost in tiger.
hunt. Poor Lucy pinned away and died of a broken
HEARTH ever there was an instance the malady.b
tour lost thus lost two friends, brother and
sister, Do you wonder at his antipathy for prac-
teal iokes2n