Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1876-09-09

de was much lncenSed when ne found
that Denzil had escaped him, and he
ordered his soldiers to seize upon the
doctor and Alice. and to bear them
away prisoners. Denzil, who had ling
cred behind the panel, fearing some |
such result now mad Q bis appearance,
and gave himself up to preserve his
friends. Alice cast a reproaehful |
glance upon him as the Roundheads |
marched him away
A brieftrial was allotted to the young
Cavalier. He was adiudged a spy, and |
sentenced to be shot He was placed |
for safe keeping in the chapel of the
ruined Castle of Landleigh, and |
guard kept vigilant watch over him.
lit was.night. A lamp burned dlmly
at the foot of a pedestal supporting
the statute of a warrior, beneath the
shadow of whose shield Denzil Norman
sat immersed in gloomy thought.
Above his head was ruined gallery of
stone with a broken window. His
dream oflife appeared to have reached
its end. In haitian hour in that chap
ell, at the foot of his great ancestor,
whose battle-ax did such marvels in
Palestine over the infidels, he, the last
of his proud race, was about to sink;
and it must be without a struggle, ig-
nobly, ANONYMOUSLY. Suddenly voice
Of sweetest melody broke through the
gloomy stillness& A&E IA
Denzil Norman-Denzfl Norman!
List the Fairy of the Well;
am near thee-DenZil, hear me,
Hers shalt thou no longer dwell,
Happy days for thee await
Fly from love, and hy nom tate!
Denzil took up the lamp to see from
whence the voice proceeded, but sud
den gust of wind extinguished it. But
at that moment the moonlight falling
with radiant brilliancy on the broken
window of the gallery, discovered to
him the form of fairy standing on
the base of aelofty column. Neither
form nor feature was visible, however,
as a-large white veil completely envel-
cped Ter person. She looked like the
marble image of some sculptured saint.
"Denzil," she said, in a voice that
sounded strangely familiar to his ears,
the Fairy of the Well is the friend of
true love, and would have thee live.
Therefore, take thou heart; the Fairy
is here to secure your flight. The king
hath landed on his native shore"
God save King Charles I" cried
Denzil, joyfully,
"AmenP' responded the fairy; thou
shalt join him soon. Touch the right
knee of the statute-press hard-and
door will open in the pedestal; through
| it you will find liberty. Freed from
this chapel, seek the old hermitage at
thedepth of the glen. A friend awaiteth
thee there-the fairy's friend. Pro-
nounce in his ear the name of Alice
Brooke; he will recognize and conduct
thee to the feet of thy triumphant SOW
ereingn. Denzil-fareWelll u
The moonbeams were suddenly OBJ
scured by a passing cloud; and when
j her light shone forth again, the fairy
had disappeared. Denzil FASTENED to
] obey her instructions. He found the
secret door. entered the subterranean
passage to which it conducted, and
speedily emerged into a wood beyond
the chapel wall. He FASTENED to the
! hermitage, and there to his surprise
4 and joy, encountered his old friend
and guardian, Lord Eustace Blount,
who he thought had been untime-
~ slain on Worcester's field.
Lord Eustace' S story was soon told.
He had been saved by the Fairy Of the
Well. Wounded nigh unto death, con-
cealed in the ruins of his own castle,
she had been his nurse. His life pros
cribed, she was his guardian angel, as
she had been Denzil's. His story told,
he told Denzil to go with him to the
king, assuring him that sovereignty
had been proclaimed in, London, and
that the fierce civil war was well nigh
over. But Denzil must stop by the
way at Doctor BroOke's cottage to ex-
change few words with his loved
Alice.
! The doctor welcomed them joyfully
And Alice-where is she?" asked
Denzil, anxiously.
What AIice2 ?" inquired Lord
Eustace. .- ..... ..s. -.,...--. ...-
"She to whom l am engaged, my
Lord, answered Denzil; lone dearer
to me, far dearer than life"
Engaged, Denzill?" cried Lord
1 Eustace; you forget that l have a
daughter, named Kate, to whom in
early youth you were betrothed."
Pardon me, my lord, | was boy
then" remarked Denzil. The heart
will not be commanded; despite my
self, l love another; and surely you
would not covet your daughter the
hand of a man who could never bestow
on her his affections. But l cannot
wed your daughter; my lOve-my VOW
\ is irrevocable." -
Nay, stay until you have seen Kate, -
urged Lord Eustace; let her plead for
herself. Doctor, bring her hither."
Doctor Brooke left the room, but
presently returned, leading a female by
the hand, who wore over head and per-
son flowing white veil
Here she is, Denzil, he said; you
have met her before, | am told"
THE Fairy of the Well!'' cried Den
I'll, in establishment
Otherwise Kate Blount," replied
Lord Eustace, pleasantly; who, under
that disguise (by various 'subterranean
passages of the castle), for years saved
the life of her prescribed father
ITO such daughter can Denzil re-
fuse his hand?" asked Doctor Brooke.
Doctor, do you, my friend, ulge me
to this apostacyS cried Denzil, re-
proachfuily. He knelt before the fairy
gratefully. oh, lady, must appeal
to YOU he continued, you, who have
proved my guardian spirit. loved ere
beheld you; l cannot give you that
which isalready given-could not, even
were you the divinity you have APP
peared. s3a SE P Ngs
The fairy put back her veil, and dis
covered the features Of Alice Brooke,
"Denzil-dear, faithful Denzil, she
exclaimed tenderly, 1T is | !"
|, He started to his feet in fresh amaze
ment, crying out joyfully, Alice y
mo, Kate, thy cousin" said the
J doctor, she but passed as my daugh-
ter to escape the prosecutions Of her
fathers foes. She is the daughter Of
this noble lord her true name, the
Lady Catherine Blount. Say, will you
now refuse her hand?"
Denzil eagerly clasped the hand
which his cousin extended to him.
And now our mystery solves itself
! into a sweet reality" exclaimed Lord
Eustaee, joyfully; and he Joined their
hands together and blessed them.
Nhon Nbo~lac fba SaonnA racforoI