Newbern weekly progress., 1862-05-03

i Changes of astonishment passed from
i one rosfhe other, as Marchmont ceased
speaking, and The next moment Harry
i villiers came forward. extending his
j hand towards Marchmont, saying,
frankly:
81. apologize. certainly; though, hang
it! I'd as lief fight as not"
i Colonel Marchmont bowed, professed
himself satisfied, and the banquet pro-
ceeded.
| The folio wing day Colonel March
mont presented himself at Mrs. Sum
ner's. To her surprise and Indignation.
he insisted upon his claim. either to the
hand of lmogene. or to or TO the entire.
fortune of General Sumner. Mrs. Sum,
per hesitated the whole proceeding.
lseemed TO involve an inexplieable mys.
ltery the strange, almost unlawful act
on the part Of her husband, and the
heartless persistence of Marchmont in
enforcing his claim, We're alike singu-
lar, and before she spoke, she stfove to
gather some clue to the mystery Col.
Marchmont leaned back negligently in
his chair, carelessly toying with small,
gold-headed cane, and regarding her
with keen glance from between his
half closed eyes. She spoke at last.
hastily. and as if the subject worried
| her:
''1mogene will never marry you, I
am convinced. She loves another
There is little, if any sympathy between
you, and [ am assured that a union
would be productive of sorrow and mis-
cry to both. Seek another, Colonel
Mafchmont. and leave Imogene to her
hearts dictation. She has been care
fully and tenderly reared she could
not bear coldness Or neglect-a mar
7'sdge tie coaavendaace would destroy her.
Colonel Marchmont arose: 81 love
Imogene, Madam--I shall marry her.
AS for this romantic Frenchman, she
will soon forget him. Once on Ameri-
can soil, this European fancy will fade
away - and with profound bow he
withdrew.
As he left the dwelling he encoun-
tered Victor on his way to keep his
appointment with Imogene.
"Ha y he exclaimed angrily, "yon-
der prating boy is admitted, where I
am denied. We will see, fair lady, ere
long, who is master of Beechwood =
Think not tits love which induces me
to wed the naughty beauty; no, tits
ambition, revenge, q thirst for the r
broad lands and yellow gold which
Augnste Sumner accumulated when
he was our leader, and my knowledge
of which accounts for General Auguste
Sumner, once the noted pirate Velas-
ques, bestowing the hand of his dangh-
ter upon his First Lieutenant, Hen
rique, now known as the brave and
gallant Colonel Marchmont. No-not
love; my heart is still untouched by
thy charms, fair Imogene. 1t yet
thrills at the memory ofa name--a face
which hauEts me, even now Pshaw
fool that am to become so excited I"
he exclaimed, drawing his cambria
across his heated brow.
$'The game is in my own hands moth
ing can balk me, for do not possess
the power to wiring her naughty spir- |
its and humble her proud soul to the
dust? 2"
Walking rapidly along the Corso, he l
crossed several squares, and as he i
reached the fountain Of Z5'eue, he
paused. A gentleman was lounging e,
idly over the railing. who exclaimed {
S'Ah, Marchmont, is that yous How
confounded wrathy you got last night s
But is it true that 1mogene Sumner is l
your t0nceey Jupiter? she's con- {
quest worth having g!,' I
''It is true that enjoy that HONOR"
returned Marchmont, laconically. !
''The world supposed her afianced
to de Lisle," reioined the other. =;
"Which is about as near the truth {
as it generally is. ,
so there Is nothing in it2' |
ssNothing. Come--let US take a s
stroll :" aud the two walked on.
Crouching down in the shadows of ]
an orange grove, knelt female figure, I
enveloped in dark mantle scarlet /
hood carefully thrown back revealed t
a dark, gypsyish face, in which glowed 6
a pair of wild, burning eyes tangled
masses of ebon hair swept down below t
her waist, damp and uncurled from {
exposure. She seemed scarcely twen-
ty years of age, and possessed the wild, t
tropical style OF beauty often met in
the lower classes of Italy. Emerging
from her place of concealment, she
stole silently away. Raising her hand {
with threatening gesture, a bitter !:
laugh tell from her lips, as she mur- /
INJURED
s.Mi0 naadye He loves the fair
American. lie has forgotten Inez, ]
whose dancing feet he once said were
light as a Peris. A child of sunshine !:
and of song he called me. Let him |
faka head THE sunshine has ,yarned ,