Lexington weekly intelligencer. (Lexington, Mo.) 1871-1887, 1879-08-23

was there seen how Robert had purpos-
ed carrying her off, what he had intend
ed telling her on the rock. and how. af-
ter that he had intended to die. Tho
Lord OF R,thdown instantly forwa warded
the precious document to Scotland; Al
Ian Macdonald received it, and immedi-
ately started for Ireland
Alas! Lucy beheld him without recog-
niZlng him; she listened to HIM, but un-
derstood him not. The incoherent words
which she uttered were SO many dag
gers to him.
Robert, he knew how to love. Allan
had her heart? Each of them. each in
his own way. bruised my heart. Was
Robert the better of the two? I know
not. At all events. l only loved Allan
The Scotcnman hearing her speak
thus, lost his habitual reserve; ardent
expressions escaping from his heart
mounted in succession to his lips. All.
why had they not been uttered while
there was yet time; now it was too late.
One evening Lucy. descending from
her chamber. met Allan on the open
space beneath the stone Staircase.
DO you see the Banshee from this
spotp' she asked him in alarm, pointing
with her fnger to the great tower.
NO. replied Macdonald. There are
no fatal apparitions now beforeus. The
night is fine and calm, the stars glitter
in the sky, the birds are singing in tho
woods, the flowers exhales their fra
GRANGE; all nature appears happy
Except ourselves. Interrupted
Lucy. '''-a'
.Ourselves! repeated Allan, .joyfully.
Am then at last something in your
eyes? You can think OF me! Oh, hence
forth, will bless this night!' A7i
This night! which? Listen: it was
here on a night like this, at this very
hour, the stars sparkled as they do now;
the birds also were then singing; tho
flowers had sweet perfume. Well.
what did all announce! Despair-sui-
eide! l heard the death-cry; I saw the
blood on the rock; then / grew cold;
my head burned. The flowers, the birds,
the stars all alarm me now; all lead to
the fatal precipice. Do you see the Ban
shee from this spotP' ,, .....is-.i
No. she is no longer in the tower;
she will not return thither. Banlsh all
gloomy thoughts; you are surrounded
only by love and devotion. May heaven
take pity on you. on your father and ON
me. We may yet be restored TO happi-
ness. 'A''""
'WeH repeated Lucy in her turn, with
an expression OF surprise; who then
are you?'
ALLAN Macdonald.' !-sgs .Gr
'Ile whom I loved? He who fed
from ME p replied she. with q bitter and
forced smile. sHe is on the Scottish
shore. He, as Robert said, will not
alarm me with the transports of bis
passion. Would you believe itf do
not think he ever told me was beauli-
full. The other made me remark this. I
| wore then my wedding wreath. Oh!
choose not the name OF Macdonald, and
above all beware of winning his heart!
l am perhaps wrong to express myself
thus. Tor a cold heart Is not entirely q
liteless heart; he has merit-but it is in
visible. Allan Macdonald, It is true,
will never die Of love tor any one1well,
! it matters not, l loved hint
You loved him! Interrupted Allan
in the accents OF despair! 9'Oh, no, no,
for-you are killing him 7 Il.:ian i
You doubt my affection for him !?
cried Lucy with redoubledI Wildness,
and in an attitude oftriamphi sah fol-
low me, you shall see.' ,,,,ct,,,
Saying these words, she darted from
the gardens OF RathdownM with the
swiltness OF an arrow, and directed her
steps toward the Dargfe. Allan fol-
lowed her in despair. She tfasersed
the same paths aleng which Robert had
passed when he carried her off from tho
castle;she stood on the rock overhanging
1.-THE torrent al a sgd .1uosziM
] Not love Allan Macdonald T. she then
resumed with solemn sternness.' We'll.
like Robert, Ican prove my loves re-
member his words when Eve osce be-
come nothing in the sight Of the being
who was everything to us. thea he who
loves well-dies !''b 5ubsH issi
Thus saying, she threw herself into
the gulf. and the Darele bore, away an
other victlm in its fatal waters.
Since that epoch. the platform of rock
has been called ..Lovers' Leap" --.-s',s--