Bloomington herald. [volume] (Bloomington, I. T. [Iowa]) 1840-1849, 1843-07-14
name Of the fellow with wI,omsshe went


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Dreadful exclaimed another, "what
hardened creature she must have be-
Gomez
"Ko doubt she served him right added
another. But she'll have to be given up
10 the law
OF course she will broke in Mag.
with harsh angry voice, coming up al
the momen, and catching the last words Of
the speaker. She had not been seen in
tho -.;ifare belora or weeks. Blood nev
ser hides ilself. ferries forever from the
ground for vengeance
That is true, Mag remarked one Of
the lu,le group into which she had so sud
denly Introduced herself, murder will
out
Yes, and murder must out-and it
shall out ! responded the old bag. with
fierce, malignant scowl. 10 stab man
TO the heart. in The very streets of great
city! tIorrible!'
As she said this, Mag turned away. and
snode off with rapid steps.
During the three or four days that elaps-
ed after the discovery Of Nancy's return.
many neighbors called a. The cottage of
Mrs. Newell, some TO offer her sympathy.
some to get sight Of her daughter. and
Others TO CRAFTY both Of these feelings
combined. But all were treated with
coldness and reserve, and none permlled
to see Nancy, or even to draw from her
mother an admission that she was in the
house.
Il was about the end of this period,
near the hour of sunset, that Mrs. Newell
sat beside the bed upon which Nancy had
lain for two weeks, with body almos.
helpless. and mind still wandering She
had, after looking for a long time upoa
her thin pale face, as she lay with closed
eyes, fallen into a state of dreamy, half un.
consciousness. From this deep sigh a.
reused her, and looking up, she saw the
eyes of her daughter fixed upon her with
an intelligent expression.
20. mother how came here 2 she ex
claimed. as Mrs Newell's eyes me, hers,
cndeavoring to raise herself up as she
spoke.
Gently restraining her, Mrs. Newell.
after she had become con posed enough 10
speak, briefly related how she had so sud
denly presented herself one night few
weeks before, and how she had been wan.
dering in mind ever since. l, was some
time before Nancy could collect her scat
tered senses. Then she said. with look
of anger,
Mother, there is only one 10 blame for
all this -
Who, Nancy !''
"Mag!"
How is she to blame. my child -
"She with the cruelty of fiend, has
leagued herself with some Of the vles.
wre,ches Of the city. whose business is to
entice away the innocent. and make them
as vile and wicked as themselves. She
goes about through the country, making
her way into every house, filing The heads
OF foolish girls with vain thoughts, and
then giving notice to her employers of such
as may be en,iced away,-To me she
came with the tale, read from nv hand.
that l was 10 be married to stranger.
young, rich and handsome. tried moi,
to believe the foolish story. bu, it made an
impression on ME in spite Of my better
Judgment, and when the fend Gilmore
suddenly appeared our village. and chose
me from all the rest. my faith in her pre-
dlcllon became confirmed | dreamed not
of danger. while in All ec,acy of be wilder
ment and delight, | hung upon his ardent
professions OF love. and believed all his
false statements, perfectly agreeing with
what Mag bad foretold Having bound
me TO him with a tie ,ha, dared MOI break
he carried me. half forcibIy and halt will
lingly-for | would have gone anywhere
with him, rather than have provoked his
displeasure. TO The city l was immedi-
aely taken. and there, after having been
introduced into the society Of those from
whom l shrunk with horror. was aban-
doned by Gilmore, and detained by force
l will not--l dare not relate all have SUI
tered Of cruelty and outrage during the
long period | have remained away. 1,
maddens me now while think of it Blu,
during all that period. one though, bore me
up one deeply seated resolution ken, me
from dying. That resolution was one of
revenge. Learned fully while there who
and what Fillmore was. and who and VIVA,
Mag the fortune teller was. And deter
mined 10 be revenged on them both. One
have sent to his long account. and hone
yet TO live to meet The other. When we
do meet, we par. no, while she lives.
have sworn this -
As Nancy uttered the last sentence. in
wild voice. she raised herself up. cIench
ed her hand i,npolen,ly, and dashed it for
ward in the air. while her face assumed
look Of 6endsh hate. Her attitude still
remained fixed. and her coun,enance still
retained its expression, when heavy foot