The Russellville Democrat., 1877-06-28

| die the death of all traitors; and you child, with all of her sex bearing you name, or claiming kindred with you, art to be driven from the land"
 "Great God driven from their heartl | and home ID exclaimed the old man wringing his corded hands.
 |" Yes, even from this moment"
 "Saova, on hearing this terrible de cree, started from the state of apathy into which she had fallen, suddenly seized Scanan's mailed arm with con vulsed grasp, and fixing her inquirinl eyes upon his face she thus addressd him:
 Young warrior, you surely cannot have the heart to enforce this terrible decree you will not drive the old mar forth to meet the vengeance of an angry tyrant 7"
 The fair pleader never looked more beautiful than at this moment; hel bosom heaving with contending emotions while from her full stag like eyes shot daring and determination. Scanlan whose heart was not totally devoid oi feeling, appeared to gaze with interest as he looked u pon the lovely advocate, and was about to reply, when the harsh voice of one of his followers reminded him that he had yet other duties to perform, and that the orders of the Mccarthy must not be delayed by those intrusted with their execution.
 Right" said the young chief; "come, fair maiden, prepare yourself for instant departure we will conduct you safely through the mountain passes, and once beyond the district of Eoganacht you will be free from further molestation."
 He commanded his followers to exc cite their business with dispatch. In vain did the almost frantic Saova inn plore him to be merciful, and take her life rather than separate her from her aged father. He was deaf to all her entreaties, and having rudely repulsed her, she dropped senscless to the ground. After plundering the abode of all wealth it contained, Scanlan and followers forced the old man from his home. The tumult aroused Saova, and she stood, an altered being before the marauders.
 Father, farewell!" she said. "The daughter of an Irish chieftain must pre- serve her life for great and noble pur- pose"
 Scanlan was at loss to comprehend her words, and the sudden change which had taken place in her manner; but her fathers eyes frightened as he read the characters of defiance and revenge in his daughters face. They were, however, from that hour separated forever.
 Two months from that day the Chief of the Glen was seated at the feet of the fair Elline, daughter of the Mccarthy Nor; she was listening with delight and attention to a recital of his adventures in her fathers service, while his mother, a proud Gromlaith, sat watching them with smiles of contentment. They formed charming group; fair, deli cate girl clothed in a robe of purest white, her slender waist enciicled by a golden zone, was seated upon an ebony chair of curious workmanship; the hand some youth, who appeared almost on his knees before her, as if in deep devotion before some saint. Elline, smiling and happy in his love, listened as he spoke. Scanlan thought only of the bliss that awaited him, and his happiness in con tempIating the fair features of the maiden he should call his own on the morrow. At their side, and looking as their guardian angel, sat Gromlaith, ex- ulting in her success of having effected a union that would heal the breach, which had for some time existed between her noble race, and that of the Mccarthy Nor. Day was fast drawing to close, the evening perfume of sweet spring flowers embalmed the air, and all nature seemed hushed into a holy calm. The little party felt it's influence, and silence for awhile crept among them, as if they were afraid to break the repose of nature. The chief of the glen rested his head near the lap of Elline, and at that moment they forgot all but themselves, even dreadful pestience which for some time past had, like scythe, cut off so many of the chieftains and their followers, spa ing in its dreadful march neither young nor old. At this hour of; fancied security the large Gothic door of the apartment was cautiously opened, and female figure, closely yelled, stood before the happy group. The youth started to his feet, displeased at being interrupted in the sweet but se- rious train of thought to which he had yielded, and somewhat rudely demanded the purpose of her visit.
 "Scanlan, Chief of the Glen," she replied with solemnity, lis not that fair maiden Elline,, the daughter of the great Mccarthy Nor, your affianced bride
 At the sound of the woman's voice Elline started from her seat, and bent an inquiring look upon her lover. She fancied she foresaw that a disagreeable scene was about to be enacted by some trembling and forsaken girl, and fearing for her own happiness she burstinto tears.
 Scanlan briefly replied "She is my affianced bride, the daughter of Mccarthy Morl"
 ct is well, !" said the incognita, in a tone of exultation, and turning to the door by which she had entered carefully closed it. Then placing herself before Elline she scrutinized her for some time through her veil; then, as if thinking aloud, she murmured, moaning between each word: Yes, yes; she is indeed handsome, even more beautiful than l had expected to find her."
 "And what is that to theeg de- manded Scanlan. presently.
 What to me ?' exultingly replied the unknown Git is this. Scanlan of the Glen! I came to warn you of danger that threatens you and your young br;la. of a draodf1l proiect tO dash the