Independent Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1842-1844, 1842-12-10

RED IN her hands, shedding the bitterest
tears she had ever wept in her life? What
sad and dreary thoughts came over her
then--iears like shadows, which she could
not define nor grasp, seemed fitting around
hef' hemmlng her in on every side, until
she felt that there was no hope left; and
that he and she were parted for ever Oh!
how iorIorn and helpless she would be if
he were gone! How lonely the world
would be, to live on, day after day, week
alter week, and months and and nc
yer see him again, nor hear his voice; and
to know that he was in his grave; that as
long as she lived, though hundreds might
be about her, and love her, and do all that
they could to make her happy, still that he
would never be umong them again. No,
no! it could not bet could not be. She
felt that it would kill her.
The day passed heavily, and as night
was cl ing in, an answer came from
Blake; but it came to one whom it could
not comfort, for Mary Lincoln was dciri-
Gus.
Several weeks passed, and still she bal
anc ] between life and death; but one
morning. the physician came down stairs
from her, with a smile on his face. lie
said that his patient was decidedly better;
she had little fever and was rational; only
keep her quiet and calm, and she would
do we'll
1t was a morning of great excitement TO
Mr.. Lincoln, however, for it was that of
Biake's trial. lie had concealed this from
his daughter. and had endcayorcd to en-.
courage her hopes, bat there was some
thing in his subdued manner and his at
temp,s at cheerfulness, as he spoke that
morning ofherself and liarry,and put aside
the curtain of her bed and pressed his
lips to her sunken forehead land whispered
her to keep up her spirits and all would be
well,which made her feel more dispiritet
than ever.
1t was late in the afternoon, that George
Lincoln was sitting in the hall, when he
heard a horscman galloping in hot haste
up the lane. He mad not dared to leave
his daughter that day; but friend wht
attended the trial had promised to sent
him immediate word of the vcrdict,s so that
whatever, it was, he might divulge it care
fully to his daughter. lie started up ant
hurried to the door; as he did so,the horse
man dashed into the yard, and at the toI
Of his voice bawled QUIT
"The,'ve found Harry Blake guilty o
murder, by God!'
The oil man shook his hand at him, ant
made signs for him TO be quiet; and fear
tul that his words might have reached hi!
daughter, without wailing to hear the par
ticulars, hurled up to her room; and there
he saw what made him through life a sad
der man than he had had ever been be
fore; for, stretched on the floor, direct,
under the window, TO which she had evi
IDENTITY been attracted by the arrival of tn,
horseman, his daughter lay. A thin stream
of blood was tricllIing from her mouth, an,
her eyes were closed. He caught her il
his arms faint struggling breath escap
ed her lips. He thought, too, that Sin
murmured the name Of Harry Blake; bu
it might have been fancy, for her brelt
ceased, and when the loud cries of her ia
Their had brought TO his assistance othe
members of the household, there was no
thing to be done, but to lay on the bed tn
llteess body of her who had been the prld
of that old mans heart