THE LOVERS
Ellen Walton, ere she left the home of her childhood for the scenes of
border life, was the affianced bride of Walter Hamilton, a young man of
most promising talent, irreproachable character, and fine 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 wilderness home of his betrothed, to arrange
for the nuptials, which were to be solemnized on Christmas Eve, the winter
season being deemed most safe from the predatory excursions of the Indians.
All these particulars their bitter adversary was familiar with; and he so
exulted over the sad termination of their plans, he could scarcely command
his feelings, or act with becoming sanity.
Without further ado, we will introduce the lovers at their last interview
in the forest, previous to Hamilton's return home. The same spot finds them
seated again, as though fate led them surely on into the jaws of
destruction, and opened the way of triumph for the plotting villain.
"And this is the last time we shall enjoy together the sweet solitude of
this sylvan temple of love?" said Hamilton, after they had been conversing
for some time on the hopes before them.
"Oh, I pray it may not be the _last_ time! What fatal words!" replied the
fair Ellen, as a momentary pallor overspread her beautiful face.
"You know, love I only meant for this visit. Of course, I hope to enjoy the
same felicity many times when we shall mutually sustain to each other those
dearest of all relations; after that our hopes shall have been fully
consummated."
"I know you did not intend to say the last time for life; but the word
_last_ struck with a chill to my heart, and called up old dreads, which,
unbidden, sent a thrill of fear through my spirit. I could not avoid the
thought that this _might be_, indeed, our last meeting. Would to heaven the
unwelcome thought were banished from my mind, never again to return."
"Well, love, just banish it. You are certainly in no personal danger; and
there is hardly a possibility, let alone a probability, protected as I
shall be, of my encountering serious danger on my way home."
"I know all you say; I can see no cause of fear; no reason to apprehend
danger; yet I _do_ feel alarmed; but it is a vague, undefined sensation,
which I hope reason will soon banish from my mind. I am not now, and never
have been, a believer in presentiments, and I do not intend to become a
convert to the notion to-day."
"I am glad to hear you speak in that manner. There are but few things in
the compass of possibility that may not be achieved, if we bring a resolute
will to bear upon them. The belief in presentiments, signs of good and bad
luck, and the like, is calculated, in 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
signs, their owl signs, their cat and dog signs, and I know not what all
other kinds of signs, all of which were regarded with the reverence due
only to sacred things. I must confess I have often been disgusted at the
tomfoolery of some of these 'signs' people."
"Really, I hope you do not intend to be _personal_ in your remarks?"
"My usual reply to such inquiries is, 'if the shoe fits, wear it;' but you
know, love, I had no intention of alluding to you in what I said; at least,
if you did not know it, I tell you so now."
"Very well; your amusing strictures on the 'signs' have had the effect to
dispel, in a good degree, my forebodings of evil, whatever may have given
rise to them. I presume, if the sign is really reliable, I may now conclude
that the danger, if any was near me, has passed away."
"One would naturally suppose that the more imminent the danger, the
heavier would be the pressure on the spirits."
"And who knows but some unseen calamity _was_ near us--a serpent, for
instance, whose deadly fangs might have proved fatal, or some other unknown
or invisible foe, with power to work us evil?"
"Without entering the field of speculation, we will just suppose your
snakeship has departed, and, as your spirits have recovered their wonted
elasticity, let us talk of more pleasing and interesting matters."
"With all my heart."
And _had_ the serpent, Durant, really withdrawn himself? Had some long
buried cord of human sympathy at last been touched in his heart, and the
slumbering emotions of a better nature awakened? Let us hope so if we can.
The lovers continued to converse of their hopes for the future, and regrets
for the immediate separation; and their attention became so fixed in each
other, that it would have required some extraordinary occurrence or sound
to arouse them. In reply to a remark of his companion, Hamilton said:
"Yes, but four months, and our probation will be ended. Would that they
would speed away as rapidly as the past week. Four months, and then shall
our happiness be--"
The sentence was never finished. At that precise moment rude hands grasped
each lover. A smothered cry arose to Ellen's lips, but was hushed by a
covering which was placed and fastened over her mouth. They were both
secured with thongs, and led away into captivity. As Ellen was being
secured, the miscreant captor hissed in her ear:
"Be of good cheer, you are in the hands of Durant, the 'DOG!' who
distinctly remembers your former kindness and amiability!"