The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1874-09-30
NO. LOG

handsome in my eyes as when on horsebaer,
along the beautiful river, with stately trees.
Oh my child, you talk offine views aud scenery
Of this place, and Of THAT, but never could
there be finer, grander, more majestic beau
ties than could be witnessed along this river
fifty years ago, before the woodmau's axe had
made such havoc amongst its grandeur
There was one spot in particular that had i
isolated building, that had been built IN tbs
old Colonial times and inhabited by staunch
old Tory family Of noble birth; we often rode
hither towards evening as the setting suns
rays lit up the old walls and cast their gil
shadows over the more leveled ruins Tho
building must have been very massive and
quite stronghold in the days of it's prosperi-
ty, tho walls that were still standing having
the appearance of a modern fort combined
with the massive strength of some old English
castle; and indeed it had served the purpose
of both in its day. aud had withstood some
very severe Shocks ere it was deserted by its
owner, Sir Richard Ashmore. Before the conn.,
mencement of the Revolutionary war, it was
from time to time attacked during that strug-
gle--and left in its present ruinous condition.
1t was on one of those visits to the old ruins
that first saw Eflie--little wild Effie Brent,
she was called. She was sitting as though
dreaming--under one of the lordly oaks that
surrounded the dilapidated ruins of the old
building her wild and frightened look al
most startled me at first indeed, she might
have been taken for something ghosty, be-
longing to the place, which we had surprised,
or thatAad mistaken the hour for such vista
ton. She sprang up at sight of us, or of
me, rather as Hubert was moro accustomed
to her wierd appearance, he was soon able to
assure her of our kind intentions, and was
thus allowed to make her acquaintance. Sic
appeared at first sight to be about thirteen, bnt
we afterward found she was older she was
tall and senderly made, her complexion OF a
dusky hue, her eyes dark almost to blackness,
aud beaming with that touching and implor-
ing look that wistful longing for something
which calls forth the sympathies of a tend
heart; her hair was long, straight and of that
jetty hne--ieminding me of the ravens wing,
as it hung in tangled masses around h.r
shoulders, her dress being Of the coarset MT
tsrial, and so odd in its make--it would be
difficult to describe it, 1t certainly added to
the starved and pinched look Of her face. Her
very soul seemed looking ont of her eyes, call
ing for some intellectual food to feed upon
and her whole appearance impressed me very
much.
During onr ride homewartl cousin Hubert
told me what was known of her history~
1t was when these ruins could boast of
| strength--if not magniiicence Hubert told
me they were owned and occupied by proud
} and naughty nobleman--proudo of his title and
l a descendant Of noble race he had two
! sons, Harry the elder, Lionel the younger
The eldest son, Harry Ashmorc, was of n
S wild reckless and rowing disposition, would
, frequently be absent for months at time
along the Canadian borders. On returning
0 from one Of these trips upon which he had
S been absent q longer time than usual, he in
: formed his father that he was married.
7 What was that proud fathers establishment
e when his son coolly informed him that his
bride was of Indian parentage. The father
i WIS much enraged at what he looked upon
MS ingratitudc on the part Of his eldest son /;
the hope and pride of his house, who in spite
V of his rowing nature, he had fondly dreamed
It would yet proudly bear its honors and dignity
. But nowhc having disgraced his name anil
o race, he babe him never to solicit paiernal fa-
d vors hard words were used on both sides, and
: the father and son parted never TO meet again
+ in this world.
(To DE coNTrNuED.)
NroHT WonK.--"A Aye MASTER" said n