The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1897-04-23

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owe him much, and then $4,000 is not
bad return for the Clara Belle; but this
money"
Il gave it to Sister Jennie as a mar
riage portion"
E'Is she then about to be married %
''Oh, no, she has not even a sweet
heart"
Squire, 1 have asked your daughter
for her hand
'Well, don't ask Me, shall never per-
suade her to unite Der fate to that Of
mortal man from this time forth.
Twice I did so; both times she yielded
to my persuasion, and she has escaped
terrible fate. For that, thank God.
You have my consent, more / cannot
say; if there be urging or persuading to
be done, you must plead your own case"
81 have made my plea" said Angus.
"And, father, dear, there need be no
urging your daughter to give her hand
to Sir Angus, when long months ago
she gave her heart to Angus, the cap
tain of the Clara Belle"
''Sir Angus"
Yes, squire, 1 have inherited The
title and estates of my grandfather,
with an income of 6 10000 year,
well, we'll! Allow me to congratu-
late you. Bless you! Bless you both!
Ahem! I must go and find Tom, the
young rascal. It's high time that Jen-
ME Bruce had a sweetheart. Clarence
and Fannie now have Kendall and
Loyd's fortune; you intend to run
away to Scotland with my daughter.
Now, if 1 could just get Tom and Jer
ME married and settled down here az
Orion, my troubles would be ended"
and the squire thumped his cane on
the parlor floor, and walked from the
room.
Gan you take me to the grave of
Aunt Mag, Clara?" asked Angus.
eyes, dear; she lies buried at Ken
dali"
AS the sun was sinking in the wess,
they stood by a little mound in the Lowry
| cemetery of the slave, at Kendall.
Faithful SOUL" said Clara; "but for
! her I should have been the bride of
| Lathrop. Could you have seen her as
| she stood in the chapel at Orion. when
after her denunciation of Lathrop she
saw that her words were considered
| without foundation and as coming from
| d disordered brain, when the clergy
man remarked: 1--WE will proceed with
the ceremony" Her shawl fell from
her shoulders, her long, black hair, half
10 her feet, her form erect, and as the
words fell from her lips: "Ole marster,
Mag won't fall" she stepped forward:
her right arm extended on high, and
clasped in her hand The handle of Ii
dirk. An instant more, and the blade
would have fallen, when-'Hold!'
THAT one word held it poised in the
air. and then Mag stood as a status,
while Hugh Gordon, my brother Ton
and the officers marched down the aisle.
You know the rest, but could you have
beheld that scene you never would for
get Aunt Mag
Forget? No, dear; over her grave
I will nave a column raised that shall
tell what I would have done had shs
not been slain. / owe her much. Il was
Mag that reused me to a sense of mi
danger that terrible night. There
stood. the bloody knife. in my hand
paralyzed.
Fly! Fly!' she cried. a nigger'a
oath can't save you. I'll promise to
stick to Herbert Lathrop through thick
and thin, and your name shall be
cleared"
''Well did she perform her promise
She was worthy of a better fate
Tears were standing in the eyes OF
each, as they turned from the grave
and directed their horses heads to-
wards the residence of Clarence and
Fannie.
A negro took their horses as they
dismounted at the house.
The front door was open as they
mounted the steps to the piazza, ant
Fannie and Clarence met them.
Fannie, DEAR" said Clara, 'sSir Angus
Bruce
Fannie burst into a flood of tears al
recollections of the past. while Clar-
cncc, extending his hand. exclaimed
Welcome home, and welcome to KeG.
dali, Sir Angus
They entered the house. The doc,
closed. and there we will leave them.
Here, too, we will leave Kendall antl
Orion, yet known in the Cape Fea,
section and Wilmington, where the his
toric residence so long ago occupief
by Lord CORVALLIS yet stands; am
Smithville, the home of Bruce, wher:
the hardy and adventurous pilots dali
place their lives in peril: and, lastly
Smiths island, which still occupies fis
old position.
A government lighthouse was estaS
lished at this point many years since
and its refulgent light streaming fort
from way up aloft nightly warns mar
liners that they are nearing the inles
though it is doubtful if either the rayy
I Of Smiths island light, those Of tn
sun-yes, or the orbs Of any of III,
hundreds of keen-eyed seekers .fo
Black Boards hidden treasure hav'
penetrated the surface of the island +
a depth sufficient to arouse from thei
slumbers the silent sentineIs who ther,
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