Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1842-10-28

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ugly, cross-eyed, and shrewish. as one mioht
easily learn from glance. Grant me pa-
hence was my involuntary exclamation,
when saw that tie man, for paltry heap
OF dross, had bound himself to a fury. At
that moment his eye met mine, as | was
smiling scorn upon his bride and hatred up-
on HIM lie understood my look. and
blushed III shame and anger until the blood
seemed bursting from his temples. He
sought me out the next day, to induce me
to return TO America answered him with
curses and scorn-he darkly threatened VEN
geance unless | complied, and stabJed
him, and fled =!
He was not slain, as / intended--a lock-
ct containing the TEXTURES of his termaoont
rife had caused my dagger to glance, and
he was severely wounded. He carefully
concealed the name aud character of his as
sallant; and while his wound was healing.
he concocted plot of revenge. which for
malignliy of conception exceeded the dark
est deed of crime a woman ever dreamed
of. When | became aware of his plot il
was my tnrn TO fly. ! was shpwrecked.
furnished, and escaped death only by a mir
acle My destroyer believed me lost in the
gale, and for all Time, as he thought, we
we're separated.
Seventeen years after my fight from Lv-
erpool, finding all my schemes for revenge
abortiye, | gathered up my worldly chaitles
and took up my abode in the pass through
the gulf, determined 10 wait in obscurity the
approach Of DEATH Tor which | lonred with
the Impotence Of child. In lS30-nearly
eight years slnce-an aged man stopped AT
my cottage to rest his weary horse, and
Instantly recognized in the Canadian noble.
my destroyer! The intense hatred of my
grlhood, and that early list of wrongs, were
rekindled with redoubled fury. Yet con
cealed this deadly passion under the mask
ofhospltality-and had not for years known
so keen a sensation of happiness, as | en-
Ioyed while deliberately removing the Inch
pins from his carriage, with the intention of
OBTAINING him until dusk, and then reproach
him with his villainy, and cancel the debt
had so long owed him! My plan was sue
cesslnl, and | saw his carriage come down
the hull complete wreck, drawn by his
frightened horse. | madly attributed il TO
the finger of fate, instead of my own iniuria- |
ted passion. He was scarcely injured, and |
L regarded him as victim mysteriously pre- |
served for my hand alone. | shrank not |
from the task, but again graspcd the dagger |
which had drank his blood AZ years before |
lie besought my aid to remove from the |
for other ald"t6Gh" 1nhiehh aiirlhteo Jmust look
self as Rachael Harmon, the victim of his |
youthful perjury and lust, and babe him con-
slider our account ready to be settled. He
was horror-stroken, as / anticipated-bu
his trembling voice, as he begged for for
giveness, failed to move me from my pur-
pose. | recounied his hellish plan 10 en-
trap me in Lyerpool-his faithlessness from
our first intlmacy-his unnatural cruelty to
me after wandered across the seas TO meet
him-and the fearful thirst for vengeance
these wrongs had engendered in my breast
and when my tale was finished, Sicto
him!
No one suspected me of the murder, and
the hue and cry gradually died away. | be-
came resigned to my fate, let what would
betidc i had relieved my breast of the
mountain of grief, and the past seven years
of my life have been the most tranquil of my
existence What my fate will be beyond
the grave, l know mott only know that
while man judges my crime, God TW not
Ovriook my prOrOootiOns.'
Thus ended this strange narrative of
stranger mortal. Poor, fallen, deluded VIC
tim great, indeed, were her provocations,
but fearful beyond measure was her crime.
J. NJ. d.