Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1878-04-01

iooonnu was HoW O0du, duu WIN SouSn1
n this disguise to win Wallace's regard.
Firmly repulsed by him, her passion
turned to hate, and plucking his dagger
from his girdle she stuck it into his
breast, though not with fatal effect. Her
eyes glared with maniac fury, and she
exclaimed:
'lnsolent triumpher, it is not for the
dead Marion you have trampled on my
heart, but for the living Helen p
II pardon this outrage" said Wal.
lace; Tgo in peace, only remember, that
with regard to Helen my wishes are as
pure as her innocence.
u 60" cried she, ''to yield the rebel
Wallace to the scaffold My curse pur.
sues you here and hereafter
Too well she kept her word, for upon
charges of treason preferred by her,
Wallace was arrested and brought to
Sterling, where the wretched woman
sought by the most shameless perjuries
to swear away his honor and his life.
While his enemies were quarreling over
the charges an English army advanced
into Scotland with such resistless strides
that his very accusers were compelled to
solicit him to resume the command. On
the plain of Dalkeith he conquered
again, but his malignant rivals once
more combined with King Edward to
crush him forever.
Outlawed by his own ungrateful coun-
try, and price set on his head by Eng
land, his few faithful friends were pow
erless to save him. For gold soulless
traitor betrayed him to the English, and
he was flung into the tower of London,
and condemned to die.
The frenzied Helen, dressed in the
pages suit in which Wallace had res
cued her from De Valence, journeyed to
London alone, bribed the guard, and
gaining access to Wallace's cell, fell
cold and senseless at his feet.
Helen !'' exclaimed he, in alarm
"dead gone to tell Marion that her
Wallace comes Blessed angel, take me
witt thee p
Hut Helen revived at his voice, and
spoke such words of pure devotion to her
bensfactor that Wallace cried:
"Thy soul and Marion's are indeed
one |"
To give her an unquestioned right to
stay and comfort his last hours, the
priest of the prison pronounced the
words that made Helen Mar the wife of
the doomed patriot. Life was offered
him at the price of dishonor, but he re-
fused the gift The furious Edward
would not relent, and Wallace was led
to the scafold. But as he clasped the
brave Helen in last embrace, his soul
escaped from its earthly tenement before
the executioner could act his cruel part.
The agonized Bruce, whose weakness
resulting from wounds had prevented
him from aiding his friend, followed
Helen to London, and in his frenzied
grief was hardly restrained from assault
ing Edward, single handed, in his pal.
ace. But calmer counsels prevailed, and
the royal mourner returned to Scotland
where Wallace's death had relighted the
fires of patriotism and steeled every true
heart against the English usurper. A
Bannockburn the power of Edward wa'
broken and the Countess of Mar, baf1et
by Bruce's triumph, became ravins
maniac.
Upon the day of Bruce's coronation
the body of William Wallace was re
turned to his native land Over his cot
fin the mysterious iron box, con6ded t
his care the day he rescued the Earl 0
Mar, was opened, and found to contai
the regalia of Scotland. The pale ye
beautiful Helen. clad in a nuns blac
vestments, knelt by the bier as the crow
was placed on Bruce's head.
"Look up" he cried, ''and let th
soul, discoursing without Wallace, te
him that Scotland is free, and Bruce
king p
She spoke not, she moved not. Both
we'll raised her clay-cold face.
"That soul is fed, my lord" said h
"but from yon eternal sphere they no
|, together look upon you p
TRUE RICHEs.-A gentleman in I'll
north of England once said to a frier
who accompanied him in a walk
"These beautiful grounds, as far as yo'
eye can reach, those majestic woods {
the brow of the distant hills, and tho
= extensive and valuable mines, belong