The Arkansas advocate., 1834-11-21


 my enemy, remains with mel Surrender hnn :o me, or dread the consequences
 s'lou did not!' incoherenty gasped, selzlng Wargrave by the arm, and dreading, knew not what
 ssIave ] not told you,n he replied, in a voice which froze the blood in my veins, "that, before quitting home, had swallow cd half 3 bottle of Madeiral My frame was heated, my brain naddened saw in the woman before me only the minon, the mourner of Horace Cavendish. | had no longer wife,"
 And you dared to injure her?''
 Right boy; that Is the word--dared! 1t Was eowardly, was it not brutal, mon- strousi Say something that may spare my own bitter self accusations!u
 lnvoluntarily l released myself from his arm.
 "Yes Mary, like yourself prepared her. self for violence at my hands,o continued Wargraye. scarcely noticing the movement: 'for instnctiyely she attempted to rise and approach the bell; but, encountered by the child, or by her own weakness, she fell back in her chair. Don't wake him!' said she. in faint piteous voice, as if, after all, hss helplessness constituted her best de- fence.
 .' Give him up, then, at once. Do you think I do not love him? Do you think shall be less careful of him than yonrself7 Give him up 10 his father. ,
 ssFor moment, as if overcome, she seemed attempting to i.nclasp thelittle hand which, even in sleep, clung tenderly 10 her night-dress. For moment she seemed to recognise the irresitiblity of my claim.
 " The carriage waits, said sternly.- Where is his nurse p
 I am bis nurse,' cried Mary, bursting into an agony of fears. T will go with him. I To retain my child, 1 will consent to live with you again.'
 $ With naf? Am l a worm, that you think to trampie on me thus? Live with me, whom you have dshonored with your pity, your contempt; your preference of anoth- err Rather again stand arraigned before a criminal tribunal, then accept such wo- man as my wifem
 ]" As q seruaaf, then; let mo attend as a servant on this little creature, so dear to me, so precious to me, so feeble, so'---
 .sI Is t Cavendisb's brat, that you plead for him so warmly" cried I, infuriated that even my child should be preferred to me. And now attempted 10 remove him by force from her arms.
 z. Help! help! help!' faltercd the feeble, half-lainting mother. But no one came; and persisted. Did you ever attempt to hold struggling childa child that others were struggling to retain--a young child a soft, fial, feeble child? And why did she resist! Should not she, woman that she was, have known that mischief would rise from such coEtact? She who had tended those delicate limbs, that fragile frame! The boy wakened from his sleep; ;s,v,asss sv,asss screaming violently. But, on sudden. lis shrielss ceased. He was still, silent: breathless''-
 Dead!n cried I.
 '.So she imagined at the moment, when; at the summons of her fearful shrieks, the servants rushed into the room. But no, | had not again become a murderer new curse was in store for me. When medi- cal aid was procured, it was found that limb was dislocated; the spine injured; the boy a cripple for life p
 "What must have been his fathers re. niorse!"
 'sHis father was spared the intelligence: It was not for fourteen months that I was removed from the private madhouse, to which, that fatal night, was conveyed, a raving maniac. The influence of wine, passion, horror, had induced epilepsy; from which was only reused to state of fren- zy. Careful treatment and solitude grad- ually restored me. Legal steps had been taken by the Brabazon family during my confinement; and my mutilated boy is pla- ced, by the Court of Chancery, under the guardianship of his mother. For some time after my recovery became wanderer on the continent, with the intention of vast ing the remnant of my blighted existence in restless obscurity. But I soon felt that the best propitiation, the best sacrifice to offer to my injured wife aud child, cii,iiiidi was an attempt to conquer, for their sake, an hon. orabe position in society. Igot placed on full-pay in d regiment appointed to foF- eign station. made over to my boy the whole of my property. 1 pique myself on l firing !!;;.;:...,s on my nay.--on drinking no wine, on absenting myself from all the seduc- lions of society. lead life of penance, of pain. But, some day or other, my little victim will learn the death of his father. and feel that he devoted his wretched days to the duties of an honorable profession, in order to spare him further dishonor as ths son of q suicide.
 sThank God!" was my murmured eiac-