The North-Carolina standard., 1843-05-17

knr. He FASTENED thither, and the FIRST object
|tIst met his seyeswas the form of that injured
wife; she was engagedsin preparing dor renloya4
the few articles that remained to- her syhen the
claims of the law were satisfied, and as he enter-
ed, was looking with fearful eyesiupon aeanYass
where. in the person of her husband: Were dis
played so many manly graces.. aIIe,saw that del
icate and timid creature, that frail exotic whose
rare beauty he was to guard and nurse ''svlih
gentle sunshine, gentle dew, . now exposed to tne
gaze of rude and vulgar men, exposed to; their
coarse jests and 'taunting laughs, and he became
infuriated, stIng to madness. Isabel met hhh
gently and without fear; there was no areproach
in her look or tone save their sadness, and no
word of bitterness escaped her. lips :,
.Harry, this. portrait shall. go with us to our
new home, it is SO beautiful, and SO many pleas
ant thoughts of thegpast cast their sunshine a
lrorind it there isthe same smile upon those lips
that they wore when you asked me to be your
bride SO long ago. Look, dear Harry she said,
raising her mild eyes to his face hat an ex-
preston of fury met her gaze those tones OF
gentleness, those eyes beanling truth and tender
ness as her woman's heart looked forth from
them, only plunged still deeper in his heart the
g1lawing tooth of Remorse-an in his mighty
anguish, Reason no longer sWayed him. With
the force of a madman, he dashed the offending
thing from her hands, the canvass was rent IN
twain, its frame splintered intoa thousand pieces
'sOh, papa!'' said the tirnid voice of a child,
I spray do not be angry with hmamma. Dear mamma,
she never is angry. with you; and every night
she bids me love you and pray for you, that You
may be good, and then she weeps so much. Oh,
papa! papa! it is very naughty to make mamma
cry so,' said the little boy, growing bolder as he
pleaded for his sweet mother. <-ss@e 3. s57es9r@
Henry Linton turned to the boy, and with
clenched hand, smote him to the ground and
then with the yell of demon, he rushed from the
house. None thought to pursue him, for beside
her dead boy lay the stricken wife and mother,
almost as ffeless. From that death-likc swoon
she recovered only to learn the extent of her
wre.chedness. She fingered in the world short
time, hut the name of her husband never passed
her lips. She looked ON the corpse of her child
with steadyeye, then ncalmlyrePlaced the shroud
oyer his stiAened limbs and sought her chamber,
and never left it again.
One evening, at the holy hour of twilight, she
asked TO be raised in her bed that she might once
more look on the glory of earth.
"tAnd now leave me for few moments, sweet
friends said she, 81 would commune once
more in life with pardoning God, ere seek his
presence -.-. 81 -|-~
We obeyed her behest, and she was left alone
with her heart and with her God. When the
glory of the heavens had faded away, and dim
twilight hung her veil around the earth, there
was heard in Isabel's chamber light step, and
the murmer ofa low voice; we entered her room,
and saw the thin pale hand of the lady resting a
mid the matted locks of an emaciated being who
knelt by her bedside; we approached, and dis
covered that the spirit of the destroyer and his
victim had gone together to the tribunal of the
Just. Orion.