The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1844-08-15

q s~aar sHoAK inaeInAl smusaaRs
sThls eannul - ihs rlTscl a yoslhlal
aympsDhy. ! % Tered - myself isselsn-
lsraly; : shrre IL something mese--is nav
b frieedship. - psfhap."--bsi hefafs |
bad tims . finish ne ssn'encs. IL. lsls-
~ossh. - though IL bad pfn.trsisd The
nature n ny thoughts. exela'med-
/" Psfdoa Ne. sar--hsss | nade myself
clearly sndsrssosdl | an ssiGsaedi bst
The ruth y. | haze ling bsea On terms Of
lfiendshlp ~nh ihe f.msly."
"Ih. ! can sssy readily sccnuhl Tor
yons sssl.iioh. and sympsshlzs wnh yeur
distress. Ms. Irlewasth."
lts hard. ear. % see % yaung gisl
$50 amlsbls--so lassly-in such post
llon."
There are fs~ men. Iarpsshend. ~ho
would al frrl - yoa Do under sveh cir.
esmslsaees."
A dep sish va he only snswsr 70 ny
remark.
Z" And you have not The slightest daubt
ofihe pFlsoasr's innoeenetl" Isg.in Yen-
tsrsd % Isl sitter lev moments pause.
DoabGl Innorenrei No. ne--l ~Uuld
stake nv life On herlnaecsnee. but. con-
i'nued he. hx.hg his brishs. pens,rs,ing
eyes % my fee. '~hy do YOU sski Csa
i, be possible! YES. You d"ubt!''
P-sd.n me- sir--l would not ask any
hing thai nighs IN The slightest degree
wound your feelings; but yon ere ~slI
swass, Mr.. T.Iesoslh. m every day sx-
peiis,ee n The bar. isarhss The most hu.
name and generous man 10 daahl on mat
sers ~ his kini. Ws.here become srep
iics. even IL spite ri our better reason. In
this case. hoseyer, uusling 10 yoos
word. ! viii believe my far client Not
guilty."
MI. l&lewosih departed.
The day on which The trial was Ii take
place soon arrived. The prisoner ~ss
stirring early. and pacing 10 and iro 9Th.
IN The eaid walls u her nsrrow cell. nov
tlmiy lighted Nv The flsa beams nj the
morning sun;l her appearance could not
have failed 70 have ~on the admiration,
nor her si,usi,on 10 have excited The syn-
psthy of 81 ~ho hshsid her. ~@
Mansn Merton al. not, perhaps, whai
ons would consider deeIdsdiy pfeuy girl
--h.f face vas too Tound. and her textures
100 strongly portrayed; bu, there ~ss
something 90 SHINING IN The oppression
III her counieuance, thai charmed without
dazr'iog the sp@cts'"t--'"d an2s The
Whole. her tor. tslSissi ;;aa5s nigh, with jos.
1es be declared 10 be very pleasing. Her
confinement had blanched her cheeks and
brow. aud there gas . melancholy shade
thrown over her features. which. notwith
sandirg her wanted cslmness and plsci.
dizzy, too elesIly showed The Struggle tina.
VAS GOING on IN her heart.
Marisu's FIRST duty on the morning. in
qaesuon. was tn pour out her gentle spi-
Ii' N PRAYER and suppIiration. |, Vas .
duty che had long been ssugh, To observe
-s duly n"~ 80 peculiarly 10 accordance
with her o~n lscerated feelings. that che
turned d" il, perhaps. more readily than
ever. Trur u 10. mtsfursanes ssnc,siv our
desoiions--everv thought, 'esli"g. and de.
sire. seems ,s undergo strange refinement
beneath their influence.
Scarcely had the Castle clock to!led the
hour 81 eight. when The gaolsr, accom-.
panird by couple If femsIes, sas heard
approaching the prisoners apartment.
Marian ins,sn,iy caught the sound; the
sound Of old ian,l,sr voice.: voices che
had listened 10 from her ea'liestc hiIdhood.
This was TOO much 10 best--a ,houssnd
tender memories rushed bark upon her
'h"ughs--and sinking down upon chair,
sae wspt bitterly.
=" Msrsn' deaf Marian!" said the moth.
er. pressing her sorsow,ng daughter warm
" 10 her heart, ~ the gsolsr Departed
Why are y"u IN te"s!'
i" Molher." replied Marisn eagerly.
",hey are no. the ts.rs If guilt"
No, my child. know they are not. "
"'Tis hard. m",her. TO BE- accused oil
crime--incs,cer.ted in dull. dreary. pri
son hmuse-dsaegrd forth before IN as
semhIed mul nuue, there to meet the
scorniul look. TO hear the wi;hering, hall
Suppressed taunt Of an idle ihrong; aud.
perhaps. mother. alter ell, To be con.ics.
ed onjusuy."
"Coarlc,ed! No. NJ ,riau. They gill
not. they cannot cons,cs YOU"
"AIas. my dear mothes," replied Ma.
tian, with deep sigh. all DO not know
me- as well IS you. Marian Merton can
have M clam On The sympsthies Of those
~ho are Thu. day to be her Judges. Yet,
mother. me,h,nks | could bear ail--.even
CONFERENCE.-The" aud Maian again
sbutst into ,eaIs.
We'll. my poor chiIdl"
How will yon hear IT, mother! and
you my sweet sls'e,! oh! th,nk--'hink.
they oil brand me as sthig-yuur ,iaugh-
Ter . thief"
Marian" exclaimed The widow,
proudly raising her "enblsne t"rm, "who
shall Jars to brand Marian Merton as a
theft M. no. | will not think u. Do
no, despsi'. my sweet child: but hope,