The Lambertville press. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1858-1???, 1861-04-17

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now be of, and pack up" and Mr..
Barton released his hold on the terri
fed old man.
I" Mr.. Moran, for he it was, seated
himself to gain breath. "Do you
mean to say that you are married to
| that man, Ellen ?" asked he, contemp-
tuously.
She did not deign him q reply, Int
sat in silence awaiting the issue, and
he looked to Bar ton for further expla-
nation.
" Don't look to me, sir, That lady,
God bless her, is my wife. She has
told me all your villianous conduct,
and the sooner you quit this house
the better it may be. for you"
And who the devil are you, sir, !"
demanded Mr.. Moran, arising and
coming close up to Charles.
"Mr. Charles Barton, at your SER
vice, sir. The son of better man
than yourself, and one who will love,
honor and protect this lady. my wife,
So be warned in time. l hava said
my say, and now be off at once"
Mr. Moran arose and moved to-
wards the bell-rcpe No one attempt
ed to stop him. He rang il, and the
servants, who had expected a scene,
came in
"Turn this fellow out of doors at
once" said he, half choking with
rage, pointing t. Mr. Barton, who
stood unmoved No one stirred to
execute the mandate.
john" said Mr. Barton to one of
them, i" go into Mr. Moran's room
pack up everything there, and have it
sent according to his directions. Be
quick, too"
Yes, sir" said John, and he made
his exit.
"You see, sir" said he, turning to
the astonished uncle, who had seated
himself in stupor, [ am master
here or do you wish further proof
that my words are true If you do,
| will have yourself turned out of the
house in one moment Shall / show
you ? Will you then be convinced 2"
Mr. Moran cast a look of mingled
revenge and hatred upon Ellen, who
had stood a silent but firm spectator
of the whole scene. And you, you
hussey-you-"
Dare to call that lady such names,
and I shall forget you are an old
man." said Mr.. Barton, again Selling
Mr. Moran. " Do not tempt me too
far, you Internal old scoundrel am
not blessed with much patience You
are trying what ] have very severe
ly"
Uhhand me, sir, and tell me by
what right you dare to dse me thus ?"
said Mr. Moran, scarcely able to utter
one word plainly, so greatly enraged
was he.
Easy done. I have told you once
will tell you once more I have
married this Young lady. She was
mistress of this house, and I am now
mas ter. Does that explain !? You
had better be off quick. / may call
for accounts, you know, which may
be bad to settle The less said on
that subject the better, l expect"
Mr.. Moran said no more, but dart
ing a look of the most fiendish malig-
nifty on his niece, retired.
Ellen had hitherto said not word.
She had in silence watched the con-
duct of her husband, and she was
proud indeed to think and feel, as she
now did, that he confded in and be-
lieved her, and would maintain her
Just rights. AS Mr. Moran retired,
she arose, and placing her hand in her
husbands, and looking in his face
wit, an imploring. confding look,
said, May l prove worthy Of your
love, and may you never repent your
marriage, hasty as it was"
| Mr. Barton pressed his lovely wife
to his bosom, and before he could ut
ter word Of reply, the report Of q
pistol was heard Ellen turned pale
as marble. Charles seated her on the
sofa, an !, saying that the rascal had
been doing mischief, rushed out of the
room, but Ellen arose and followed.
They went to the room of Mr. Mo-
ran, whence the sound issued, and on
entering he was found lying on the
floor, dead, one side of his head blown
entirely off, and the room strewed
with his brains and blood. In .one
hand was the fatal pistol. in the other
piece of paper Charles took il
and read, 81 die cursing you, and
may my curse blight you"
Charles took his wife from the
scene, and sent at once for the coro-
ner. He came. An inquest was
hell over the body of the miserable
suicide, which was removed to his
final resting place.
Charles soon made his wife ac