The spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1840-1844, 1843-02-10
demanded Wilkins quickly;

'Dead-dead and bured!'
The yell tina, bnrs! from the unhappy man at
this communication might have awakened the dead
lie sprang to his feet, and then leaped upon llsss
like wild beast sezing him by the throat. is
ibis true? on your soul?' shouted he. 'As you
value your life, don't trile with NC"
1T is
'Who told YOU
Il heard it from Phillips, who is searching the
whole city for you. You'll find him at his rooms
but you'd better not see him now, for on my lie
believe he'll murder you
Wilkins flung his comrade from him, and rush
ed from the house. Turning neither to the right
nor left, but hurrying on with an impeuosily which
attracted the attention of hundreds whom he pass
ed he inslincycly made for Phillips house for
there was little reason left to guide him. lie
knocked at the door, and no sooner was il opened,
than without single question he darled up stairs,
and went into Philips room.
Phillips was sitting at table opposite the door,
with book in front of him but hew MS NOT reading;
for his head was resting on his hand, his eyes
were directed toward the floor, and altogether he
had the air of one buried in deep and unpleasant
thought. lie did not look up as Wilkins entered.
wilkins went to a chair which stood close to him
and seated himself, and touching Phillips, said in
quick, husky tone;
"Jack, where's Lucy"
$50 you've come at last" said Phillips, slowly
rising until he stood his full height in front of him
and looking n, him as if he would wher him with
his glance; Sand TO inquire after her whose hap
piness you blasted, whose life you cursed, an(
whose young heat you tramplcd on; whose name
YOU branded, and whom you drove from yonr doo
as if she had been The outcast that your lying lip
dared to call her! And now that she is dead ant
IN her grave, YOU ask where she is! George" sale
he with strong effort, mastering the fierce emo
ton that shook him from head TO foot, and sowl.
clenching his fist in the very face Of wilkins, "bu
for the memory Of old times, and for my promise
to her, could feel in ne 10 dash your brains OF
as you stand ! can scarcely keep my fingers OF
yOu!'
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element Of Phillips seemed to have no effect upo
him; for he merely repeated his qucs'ion:-"Jack
where's Lucy -
"Where your Internal yillainy sent her bclor
her limc!" exclaimed Phillips, hesitalins 10 s'ri'i
n man who made no resistance, and yet burning t
revenge the wrongs which he had inflicted upo
his wife, sin her gIavc!'
Wilkins started up, pressed his hand upon hi
heart as if sudden pain had shot through it, m
then sat down. A sharp hys,eric sob escaped hin
but no other sound
"Ifycu would see her." continued Phillips in til
same stern tome go to the church. yard F"
Wilkins looked at him us one sunncd one VIII
observed what was passing, who heard the word
but did not take in their meaning.
"Do you hear mc?" demanded Phillips,
Wilkins stood up, smied yacanily, and said
Yos' I'll go Mcren Then pressing both hands
his temples, he sail in low,painlyc tone: M
head is very wild; can't think any more. All
confused and strange. Where did you say Luc
was? Nothing has happcnd to hcl' lie took Phi
lips by the shoulders, and held him of at arm
,cnglh, and gazCd in his face. Then with sligl
laugh, he said; Il scc-it's all right was alrlI
tia, there was something wrong Aud he ST
down. There can't be any thing wrong n
harm can have nppend to hcr-can lhcre,'
Even Phillips was unncrvcd by the look ofdee
anguish Of the brokcn.down man who crouche
before him and looked so wislfully up in his fact
Go on, George said he ;',e!l me all; what s
, said, what she did, and where she is. There
something wrong here said he, touching his hea
but can listen when you talk Of her. Go on
: say Phillips thus adjured, and rccoec,ing b
promise to Lucy told him all that had pissed will
out reserve.
, wilkins sat motionlesi IN hiJ chair with h
5 hands c'aspcd around his knees his chin Resin
on them, and hs wild eyes cleaning like two star
| from amid his di,hcve!icd hair.
is that ALP said he, when Phillips concucd.
tell ne every thing. Don't be afad IT.
scared here said he, again pointing to his head
and my heart won't break. It's IRON.
'You we heard all, George; her las, words wcr
II blessing on you.,
yes, ves' said he, ris ing to his feet. and lookin
yacanly about him. 'ics, yes; know that.
Poor Lucy! well they buried her 'lithey'' An
he looked Phillips earnestly in the face, and pause
until he was answered,
That's all right. Where was it?'-saiJ he i
the same vacant manner, and pausing as before f.
an answer.
Phillips mentioned the place, and Wilkins s,oo
for long time with his fingers twisted tosehe,
dreaming it over, and in his mind conjaring up Il,
memory Of the past, and tracing out old scenes.
'She was child muitered he, with her lon
black hair playing in the wind, and those laughin
eyes! How merry her voice was. Her laug
went TO ones heart; yet il was soft, too. sb
vas very opntlp mud ne a., IL: