The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1869-04-06


you SHALL"
And dashing at his hat, was gone in a
moment.
And SC, on this evening which we have
chroniclcd above, Marguerite pouted her
pretty red lips before replying to her
brothers accusation.
But, Henry, if l am eccentric
which, mind me, ( do not admit am,
at least; decent about it.
"And is not Mr. Monckton decent, as
you phrase it, in has Little queer notions,
too, Marguerite -
No; he is not, and you know it. He
is coarse, impertinent, presuming-
But he torres gOu, my sister"
A softer light beamed in the girls
eyes, but it soon went out.
Then why does he not show it differ
ently?'
why, Marguerite, that's his way. and
he can't" b.
ITO the witches with his way. II does
not suit me- In the first place, when he
visits here, he alarms the Ieighborhood
by the vehement manner IN which he
pulls at the bell. You know, well enough,
that the bell-hanger has been here twice
to fix the bell wire after Mr.. Monckton
had called. Really, I think ne should be
made to pay the bill, and"
At that moment q furious pull on the
wire iinoled tle bel! violently; hut . see
ond elapsed, ere it Gathered and changed
again.
There he is! | am sure, am"
Tell Miss Burton that George
Monckton wishes to sec her at once
and that he can't wait all night for her to
come down, eitherr' sounded loud
voice, as the door vas opened.
Margaret raised her hands, as if in de-
spair, and then darted up stairs TO AZ
range herself to meet her rough lover
and in strobe George Monckton. A
pleasant smile broke over his face as he
saw Henry Burton. He extended his
hand good naturally; and then, while he
placed his fingers to his lips, his face
suddenly assumed a Cromwellian stiff
ness, and he marched on into the parlor,
with the precision of one of that great
leaders Puritan heroes.
In few moments, Margarette, her
face wearing a halfdefiant, half-pleasant
expression, entered the room. Monck
ton turned toward her.
Il shall not come here many more
times, can tell you. You know what |
come for Tell me-nay, but hear me
out, for l shall not stay to listen to any
thing you may say; am in hurry
Tell me, then, when you will marry me
1 can just most truthfully inform you that
| shall not wait all my lifetime On you
Be quick about it! l am not bad look
ing. l have some money; and | am,
thus far, honest. Yojl-yoU-wcll, you
are passable, and-will do. Then-not
a word I'm OFF, and snatching up his
hat, away he went.
wretch" muttered the girl, angrily,
as the door closed on her lover; but there
was tumultuous throbbing ct her heart.
A sigh escaped her, as she gathered up
her, elegant, costly skirts, and assembled
the black walnut stairway to her room.
OF q verify, there was food for thought
in Marguerite Burton's bosom.
''The girl is a firt-a heartiess CO.
quette, and /"
''Do you know the meaning Of your
words, Laugdon Cheeyes ?"
And with one stride, George Monch-
ton confronted the speaker
Il do, sir; and, for your satisfaction,
try to repeat them"
Then, sir, you lie!" retorsed Monck-
ton, in q low, angry tone.
Quick as lightning, Cheeves slapped
his face with his glove, The landlord
and the bystandcrs rushed in and separa-
ted the two combatants,
You shall hear from me, Langdon
Checves! Be prepared to answer.'
The other smiled and bowed.
The sun was slowly creeping up be-
hind the trees; already his rays were
darting toward the zenith. The party
were on the ground-a small clearing
surrounded by trees The principals
took their places. The seconds with
drew. No apologies were offered, and
none would have been accepted. Then
the fatal word WAS given then the hand
kerchief dropped. The pistols flashed
simultaneously in the air; but, when the
smoke cleared away, both duelists stood
firmly upon their feet Again the sec
onds endeavored to arrange the affair,
but failed The weapons were once
more charged-the word given--the
feII--the solitudes again
echoed to the explosion. This time,
George Monckton staggered wildly back
firm for second, and then fell
heavily to the earth A dark stream
welled sluggishly from his breast. The
surgeon was by his side in moment;
but George MoRc,lton had fainted-his
lips were blue--his face contracted-the
pulse had fled from the wrist. The sur
geon shool; his head grayely, as he stuff
ed the patulous wound with lint
$: :: 4 !;
Nlar9arelJe burton, HeI ASdi oct"cSh
her hands, wept bitterly. Her brother
slowly and sadly walked the room.
at cannot be helped, Marguerite. He
is wounded--wounded very dangerously,
He now lies at the point Of death. Poor
fellow he Henry Burtons voice
cholled, as he paused and leaned against
the book case .....
"Oh! God, Henry-to think he expos
ed his life-tbat dear, precious iiie--on
my account-for me! And [ have
scarcely noticed him! Oh Henry, I'll
90 erazv If he dies l cannot, Oh, l
cannot stand ii! must go to him--l
,cM 60"
There, there, Margarettc, don't worry
yourself so much. You'll make your
self sick. Besides, ! have been down to
his rooms, to inquire about him, and the
doctor would not let me in to see him,
Marguerite; Of course, he would not let
you ir. The poor fellow has not rallied
since he received that terrible, fear
fatal, wound"
oh! do not say fatGl, Henry. The
yor,- 1hourht of his death wOull drive