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

NO. Hear noise ray LEI Us return
to the house. lam satisfied with ev-
cry thingyOu DO. Ineed no soothing
only let US return
As you will, irembler.' And thev
bent their steps towards the saloon.
With one hand tightly twined amid
her jeWelled hair, and the other pres
sed on Der bosom, as though 10 still
both heart and brain. Theresa Aed
from her hiding place. She did moi
reappear amongst the gay crowd thar
nighs, but hasiened bone. When
Mr. Raymond entered bis chamber
some hours afterwards, she was lying
apparently in a deep sleep. TIE IN
usual ghaslliness Of her cheek alarm
ed him, but he deemed it the effect Of
fatigue and would not disturb herr
When the morning sun broke bis slum-
bers, Theresa was lying almost in
the same position, her, cheek even.
palsr, and her olasped hands cold as
in death. He spoke to her-kisssd
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
q have the incidence at hand, that
will suit me best. Leave me in quiz
el.'
He left her. As the door closed.
upon him, she whispered wildly to her
sell, go, yes, 70! The hour is past
when | could spring TO welcome your
coming past never TO return! Now
do ! give my soul up to hatred. She
she first shall feel if / can inhict
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
II was evening. Edger Raymond
was seated by the side Of the beauti>
Gus Meta. Her hand lay confdiDgly
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 outry -. sa,sH,
desires a few moments conversation
with Miss Hemelstein.'
Ask her to walk in; I am diseu-
gagged
The servant left the room and re-
turned.
'She is very old, and meanly dres-
sed. She inquired ifyou were alone,
and begged you would have the kind
ness 10 come to her. She will not
detain you she says
Poor and aged I! Mala's heart was
touched, and she followed the servant
A woman bent almost doubled with
age, and wrapped in wild and latter
ed habiiments awaited her. Alta sign
from this individual, she dismissed the
domestic.
Can what | have to say be lold in
private2 ltis Of importance, leeb-
ly demanded the woman.
Meta led the way TO the library,
which was unoccupied. AS the door
closed, the inGrm step Of the stranger
seemed 10 gain strength, and her stat
ute height. Her voice, to6, though
broken still, had more power and clear
ness.
'YOu do not know me, Meta Him
melstein /; yet to me you are no stran-
ger,-nor you, nor the SECRETS Of your
past life. nay, nor Of your future
It's in my power to lilt the veil from
BOTH
Meta trembled violently, end plae-
ed her hand on a 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-
lieve my power 10 do this, / will
prove to you my knowledge Of the
past, then may tell the doom OF her,
who, within the form Of an angel
shrouds the spirit Of demou,--whois
pitiless and seIl-loving,-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 deeting as
her happiness,---whose discovery is
certain,-over whose head even now
Paler and paler grew the cheek Of
Meta, and her eyes glassier and more