5. CHAPTER V.
“How strangely wonderful!” remarked Webber,
thoughtfully, as he concluded the letter.—
“Were facts like these detailed in a novel, they
would be considered wild fancies of the author's
brain. But reality often exceeds romance.”
“Well,” said Tyrone, “all at least seems tending
to prove the hitherto unknown Emily Nevance,
is henceforth to be known as Lady Langdon;
this I am sure is a sweet romance of reality;”
and he glanced at Emily, with a smile.
“At least,” returned Walton, “if God spares
my life, I shall endeavor to make it so.”
“Nay, gentlemen,” said Emily, archly, smiling
sweetly, rising and extending her hand to Edward:
“Not Lady Langdon, and so please you
all.”
“Ah!” exclaimed Edward, rapturously, pressing
her hand in his, “have you forgotton, Emily,
that when I was rich you were about to refuse
me, because you were poor; and now that the
tables are turned, I —”
“Hush!” interrupted Emily, placing her hand
upon his mouth.
“That's right, Emily, that's right!” cried Bernard,
rubbing his hands and smiling “Don't let
him make a fool o' himself now, jest at the windup
like.”
Edward made no reply, but drawing the blushing
Emily aside, whispered something in her ear,
stole a kiss, and both were happy.
Six months from the foregoing events produced
a great change in the positions of our characters.
Mrs. Webber had followed her son to the
grave. Bernard had returned to settle in the
East--where he afterwards married and lived a
happy life. Tyrone had set up in his profession
of lawyer, in St. Louis—a profession in which he
afterwards distinguished himself. Edward had
been united to the lovely Emily; and accompanied
by Webber,—who, after the death of his
family, had disposed of his property—and by Hetty,
who had been released, and who begged to accompany
Emily in the capacity of a servant—and by
Walton, who, true to his promise, determined to
restore Emily to her rights,—they had set sail for
England, where the latter soon after obtained
possession of what was rightfully her own, and
where she and Edward lived in happy affluence,
to tell their children many a wild story of the
Backwoods of America, and of their own singular
connection with the Bandits of the Osage.
The End.
