The Democratic Whig. [volume] (Columbus, Miss.) 1842-1843, 1843-04-06

i Il tremble at the thought. Did -,
8 not heara noise ? Pray letus rei.,rI
to the house. Iamlsatisfied with ev.
/ cry thinglyou do. Ineed no soothing
| only let US return. .st1.i
i As you will, trembler.' And they
bent their steps towards the saloon.sc
With one hand tightly twined amid
her leweilsd hair, anddh other pres
sed on her bosom, as though 10 stiIl
both heart and brain. Theresa fed
from her hiding place. She did not
reapPear amongst the gay crowd thar
night, but hasfened home. 81 When
Mr.. Raymond entered his chambef
some hours afterwards, she was lying
apparently in deep sleep. TIE uns
usual ghastIiness Of her cheek alarm-
ed him, but be deemed il the effect Of
fatigue and would not disturb herr
When the morning sun brokerhis sInmg
bers, Theresa was lying Almost ia
the same position, her, cheek even.
paler, and her clasped hands cold as
in death. He spoke to her-kissed
her white lips--she shuddered slight
ly but did not wake.
That day she pleaded indisposition,
and rose not from her couch. At her
husbands earnest entreaty that she
would permit him to send for medical
aid, she ever replied /:
Il have the incidence at hand, that
will suit me best. Leave me in quiz
et.'
He left her. AS the door closed.
upon him, she whispered wildly to her
sell, yes, 70! The hour is past
when / could spring to welcome your
coming never to return! Now
do give my soul up to hatred. She
she first shall feel if | can infict a
pang equal to that which she has Civ
en-. Then are my energies devoted
to making him rue the day we met
The ways are so manifold for that
but she,-thanks TO her superstition,-
will soon hold her heart strings in a
merciless hand
1t was evening. Edger Raymond
was seated by the side Of the beauti>
Gus Meta. Her hand lay confdiOgly
in his. His conversation, whether Of
rebuke or counsel, was earnest and
low and she listened TO him with mute
and childlike attention. A servant
entered.
"a person in the entry--a woman,
desires few moments conversation
with Miss Hemelstein.'
ASK her to walk in; am Olsen
gagged
The servant left the room and re-
turned.
sShe is very old, and meanIy dres-
sed. She inquired if you were alone,
and begged you would have the kind
ness TO come to her. She will not
detain you she says
Poor and aged Mata's heart was
and she followed the servant.
A woman bent almost doubled with
age, and wrapped in wild and latter
ed habiliments awaited her. At sign
from this individual, she dismissed the
domestic.
Can what have to say be told in
private 1t is of Importance feeb-
Iy demanded the woman.
Meta led the way to the library,
which was unoccupied. As the door
closed, the infirm step Of the stranger
seemed to gain strength, and her stat
ute height. Her voice, too, though
broken still, had more power and clear
ness.
you do not know me. Meta Him
melstein yet to me you are no stran-
you, nor the secrets of your
past life. nay. nor of your future
1t is in my power to lift the veil from
BOTH
Meta trembled violently. and plac-
ed her hand on chair for support
The voice and mein Of the stranger;
became more solemn and more fierce.
My mission must be secret. / come
to warn you of the present, 10 reveal
to you the future. That you may be-
Iieve my power to do this; l will
prove to you my knowledge of the
past, then may tell the doom OF her,
who, within the form of an angel
the spirit of demon.--whois
pitiless and self-loying,-who joys o
YER the heart she has trampled beneath
her feet,-exulls in the ruin Of all its
hopes--whose---'
mo, oh. no !! he has pursued me--
persecuted mel only---'
Whose triumph Is as feeting as
Iief happiness;---whose discovery is
certain,--oYet whose head even now,
Paler and paler grew the cheek OF
Meta, and her eyes glassier and more