, 1864-05-07


"And therein thou ri W, Il conn mented,'
replied she; for my father could not get.
in all Berwick, a man that could keep lie
from thee, but he who guardeth town, and
Mayor, and maiden together. Since the
Governor. as lover, got charge ol me.
am more firmly Gagged than ever W the old
countess, who WIS so long confied in the
grated wing cage Of the Oid site. When
art thou to free me from the Gorcrnur's love
and survei,kme, good ! atrickg 1t what
| have now to tell thee hath no power Ia
quicken thy wits and nerve thine ann. thou
art indeed thyself no better than one Of
those stones to which, in thy wit, thou hast
ikened me. Know that day is fixed
for Captain Wallace becoming my legal gov
ernor! 2 ... .....
"Ha" cried Hume, in agitation. "This
soundeth differently from the pl ylul ham
mer of thy wit. Bell. Whit day Is fixed !:
I hou hast fred me with high purposes"
"AOw high tower they cried the maid
en-, laughing "po they reach thy former
threat, to pull down the Newmilne dam.dikc
and let up the salmon, in rrvente for the
letting down Of the Mayors daush err"
"AnoIher time for thy wit, Bell, " replied
Patrick, in mole serious tore. "1hou
hast put to fight my spirits, The grey owl
meditation is Tapping his dingy " ny over
my heart The time-the tu.e-when is
the day !"
9TH dag Seem ght," answered Isabclll.
Hush. hush here cometh the Governor,
blowing like TwcedmOuth grampus, fresh
flom the Gel man Sea, in full run after u
lady-iish Of the queen of rivers"
And now Hume heard the hoarse voice
OF the redoubted Governor, Cart tain Wallace
that fat. ovcrgrown, belligercnt son Of
Mars, so famous in his day for vaunt,ng Of
icats of arms at Boutwell, twhere he never
was) over the Mayor wine, and in rcsc nee
of his fair dausht r, whom he thus courted
or the manner If the nOlle Moor, with
ST. ght ference as to the truth uf his icats
scarce worth mention NJ. 1t appeared to
Hume, us he listened. that Wa lace and the
Mayor, who was with him, had salled out.
after the fourth bottle. in search Of Isabel
IA suspicion verified by the speech Of the
wailike CAPTAIN.
"Did ] not tell thee Mr.. Msyor," said
the Governor. IN vO.ce that leverberated
among the walls, and ie distinctly on
Hume ear, "that sic W. uid be about the
fo.t q, at ous? Ha! anyth ng arrertaining
to war delighteth the fair creature us much
US i did that rare author, Will Shakespeare :
DpsdeE, na. If I had be, us black as the
Moray. or as the dew him elf-my
proves at Boutwell, would have given tbs
person Of mine, albeit somewhat largcd,
the properties Of beauty in the eyes Of noble
spir ted women. so much do our Lpdies bor-
row from the qualities Uf our souls
"Wherc is she p rejoined the Mayor.
Il ke not that love Of the fort fcations.
II is the outside Of the wa Is she loves.
See, she Aes, conscience snlitlen. like
not tbs, my noble Captain; see. there is
Patrick Hume beyond tho wal II thou
hast courage, drive thy PIKE through that
loop. and peraayenture ye may blind Hume
for lfe."
al like TO str ke man fair bo,'y 10 BODY,
as we dd on the Bridge Of Boutwell,. re-
sponded the CAPTAIN la! ha. give me
the loo,,-hoe Of good bib +thrnst, out of
which the soul wings its fight in conlf1rt-
able manner. Nevertheless to ple,se my
nOb.c friend the Mayer, and 10 get quit Of
a rival. may Covering his voice to d whis.
per) as vel kill him in the way thou hast
propounded; but assure thee, u, on NV
honor would much rather hive the fellow
before me without the intervention Of these
plagucy walls, that come thus in the way
and march of ones valor. 1h,re goes r!
On looking up, Hume saw the Captains
bilbo thrus ing manfnlly through the night
air. Us II it would pierre the night gnomes
and spirits that love 10 hang over old bat
Elements. Taking cut his b .ndke,chief. he
wrapped il round his hand, and se;z ng the
point Of the sword, give il jerk, which
land the consequent terror d,sengaecd It
from tic hand Of the pot valiant hero Of
Boutwell,. A shout Of fear was heard from
within.
stop! stopl mine good Mr.. Mayor ~
cried the Captain to the Mayor. who had
begun toAy; lido not see as get any very
gre4t, thar IS, serious cause Of ~ prehensi u
but, | fJrget thu vert not at Boutwell,.
Ey my hoaor. I've done FIR him! lie hath
carried of my sword in his body. Was IL
Patrick Hume, saidst thou? Then is he
dead as my grandmother, and no more shall
he follow after my bctrothed or threaten
thee with the downfall Of the Ncwmilne
dani-dike. All | sorrow for is my good
sword, which, but for that aCcursei loon. l
M ght have Fedrawn from his vi carcase,