The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1861-12-27

note to him telling him the whole truth
only Ella Champney was afraid to give il
him, and brought it back to me, like thu
goose that she is. 1t was all her fault in
the beginning" ar
allow is it possible that this wicked de-
fusion has been kept up so long ?" asked
81 should have thought that somebody
must have told him."
He almost lives in yacht he has, and
doesn't mix much with strangers, nor has
he many acquaintance in Newport. But
what is to be done, now? that is the cues
ton"
"Give me the letter confded By you to
Ella or write another if you have Destroy
ed it. l will undertake it shall be delivered.
He is gentleman, though Spaniard, and
though be has been cruelty deceived, will
doubtless act as one. You will probably
not see him again.
John went out that morning, and in vain
endeavored to find Perez. In the after
noon we-all of us--waked out across
what is now Eaton's beach to the second
and less frequented one. Oh! that our
footsteps had been mercifully guided in
any other direction
We were all talking and laughing merri-
ly enough among the rocks, when we saw
pretty yacht moored little distancn and q
gentleman advancing towards US over the
sands. Ii l had not recognized him, |
should have known who it was by the
change observable in Hates and Elias
c0untenanCes.
There was no possibility of retreating
without exciting the surprise of those igno
rant OF the secret SO we stood our ground.
| remember, as il it were yesterday, how
my heart beat as be approached US. He
was dark comprehend young man, with
8 good forehead, an aquilile nose, black
hair, ana strong!y marked physiognomy.
lie bowed gracefully, cast quick apprecl-
alive glance at the gentlemen OF the par
ty, particularly sc2uteniZing George Fletch'
er, and then recognized my brother. This
involved the necessity Of general intro.
duction.
At the words, think you know Mrs.
Fletcher; let me present to you her Auss
baad," Rates face flushed fire, and then
turned pale as death. But the change in
her face was nothing TO that which occurred
in the young Spani&rd'8. He was quick
WitJed man, and, after the first moments
surprise took in the whole Of his position
at glance. He bowed again, his swarthy
features becoming actually liy-d with pas
sion, and his lips wriIhed themselves into &
distorted smile IN the attempt to CONCEAL his
feelings; nevertheless be SAID nothing.
Awaiting himself OF his embarrassment,
my brother hurried through the ceremony
Of introduction, aud under the pretence of
having much to say about their mutual
friends in Europe, took bis arm and they
walked or together, Kate and her husband
preceding the!n--myself. Johns wife, and
Ella Champney bringing up the rear. L
was nervous and uneasy, and so, | think
was Ella; but Of course neither of US had
any anticipation of the dreadful deed We
were SO soon about TO witness.
We walked on, then. The tide was go
ing out the sun setting in glory over the
sea in the distance. l shall never forget
the look of the sky, the sands or the rip
ping water. Presently we mingled to-
gether, conversing, and my brother snatch
ed an opportunity to whisper to me that
be thought all danger OF mischief was over
the Spaniard had been very angry, but be
had soothed him did | observe how quiet
ly he was talking to her now p?
l looked, hoping that she was begging
his pardon for the deception practiced upon
him. They stood little apart from the
group; what she said will never be known
until the great day upon which oil secrets
shall be revealed. His back was toward
US, and her face, half smilingly, half cons
STRANGELY, addressed him. Suddenly saw
a change come over her countenance-a
look OF terror and apprehension. Almost
at the same moment heard the sharp,
quick report of pistol another +! and she
had fallen dead upon the sand with bullet
in her ,Tt, and her murderer had blown
his brains out
X X
leave you 10 imagine our horror aud
Georges misery. He went to Europa, and
stald there Tor long time, returning lone
ly and prematurey-aged man. Those
among you who recolect the quiet, sad old
gentleman who used to visit your GRANDPA
ther, five years ago, who WAS always so
tender towards and tond of young people,
though he never went into society, little
knew what had SO strickea him My dears,
my story is told.