Ellen Walton / Or, The Villain and His Victims

ine looking withal; and, in a word, was worthy of the high favor he found in the eyes and the heart of his beloved. As gathered from the narrations of the last chapter, he was now on a visit to the

and he so exulted over the sad termination of their plans, he

ous to Hamilton's return home. The same spot finds them seated again, as though fate led them

olitude of this sylvan temple of love?" said Hamilton, after t

fatal words!" replied the fair Ellen, as a m

me felicity many times when we shall mutually sustain to each other those dear

up old dreads, which, unbidden, sent a thrill of fear through my spirit. I could not avoid the thought that this might

; and there is hardly a possibility, let alone a probability, protec

it is a vague, undefined sensation, which I hope reason will soon banish from my mind. I am not now, and

n no small degree, to 'make slaves of us all,' and to detract very much from the happiness we might otherwise enjoy. I have known persons who were perfect slaves to such things, having their evil omens and good omens, their bad days and good days, their moon s

not intend to be pers

;' but you know, love, I had no intention of alluding to you in

degree, my forebodings of evil, whatever may have given rise to them. I presume, if the sign

more imminent the danger, the heavier

for instance, whose deadly fangs might have proved fatal, or so

snakeship has departed, and, as your spirits have recovered their wo

all my

ied cord of human sympathy at last been touched in his heart, and the sl

aration; and their attention became so fixed in each other, that it would have required some extr

. Would that they would speed away as rapidly as the p

Ellen's lips, but was hushed by a covering which was placed and fastened over her mouth. They were both secure

f Durant, the 'dog!' who distinctly remem