The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1844-06-21

cognized school friend whom she has not seen for
years, and who, espying her at the same time, hur-
ries toward her with similar delight In the agi-
aton Of the moment, she is not aware that the bun
die, which she had deposited close to her side, has
been stolen and carried of by Lafont The hag-
gard adept in crime, feeling some uneasiness that
the theft might be Immediately detected and her
guilt found out, she considered what to do An
old female accomplice, well known to her. just then
approached, and she beckoned to her. The age Of
this adjunct had not SO much distorted her features
as dssolute habits, and their predominant express
sion was sorrow, deep, heartfelt sorrow. Remorse
had put its indellible stamp on every line Of that
face, where not trace. of former beaut remained
Such was Isabelathirty years after her first intro
duction to our reader. tFeighiug to deplore the
helpless state other victim, Lafont advanced eager
ly towards her, and placing, cautiously, the bundle
in, her hand, addressed her thus:
"Your looks speak plain your sufferings-you
may have been deprived Of food many hours-stil
be comforted; though my purse is empty, here is
some costly linen, the only remnant of better days
take itand pawn it advantageodsly, and whatever
you receive for it, will faithfully share with you
that you maybe enabled to strengthen your snfeeb'
led body"
While the hypocrite chuckfed with delight, to
have succeeded SO well in riddns herself Of the ia
tai bundle, Isabella took it with trembling hands
gtatefal at the prospect of satisfying the gnawine
hunger that devoured her, and hurried onward in
spite fher weakness. But scarce had she passed
into the next street, when she was surrounded by a
crowd Theyoung seamstress, after parting with
her friend, had looked Immediately after her parcel
but what words can express her diSmay, when she
found that it was gone. Concluding, rightly, thai
the gentleman for whom the linen was destined
would lend her all possible aid in detecting the
thief, she sought the master of that splendid man.
sion; who, more rritated the base deed than at e
loss ofhis linen, consented to join her without de-
lay in the prosecution of the guilty individual. On
turning the corner in pursuit, the young artist es-
pying Isabella, carrying the very identical bundle
exclaimed:
,'"ThS is the thief, lsther not psoceed!
Hardly had this appeal escaped her lips, when a
group ofidlers that ounged in the street, surround
ed Isabella, who was so amazed that several min
utes elapsed before she could understand the cause
Of this tumult. Alength she gained sufficient com
posure to vindicate herself; but, at the same mo.
ment, gentleman stepped forward, examining the
linen, which the mob had already taken from her,
and exclaimed in a distinct tone
"There remains no doubt Of her guilt-the linen
is mine"
As the sound cf that sonorous voice, which vi
brated through her every nerve, struck her ear, lsa
abella raised her abashed face and saw before her
Louis, the once rejected; now, through righteous
principles and indestgible industry, risen to one Of
the most wealthy and highly respectable citizens o
that large community. He, whom she, IN the bloom
of youthaha beauty had spurned, he should be-
hoa her the preyof want in its goomiest form, dis
graced and prosecuted as common thief! These
thoughts were more than her feeble frame could
bear her heart, throbbing audbly, seemed ready to
burst, while deep glow suffusing itself over her
emaciated countenance, seemed to inspire her with
momentary strength; and, breaking suddenly
through the astonished crowd as if chased by an in
visible power, she rushed on, the people following
her in vain till the sparkling water caught her eye
in minute she was at its brink, one scream OF wild
despair was heard and she had precipitated herself
into the deep waterbelow!
Ha! what was that' What groan ofagony burst
from the lips of that agitated sleeper With deep
sigh Isabella lifted herself from her couch, and wi
ping the large drops ofperspiration from her brow
she looked bewildered. around her room.--The
bright rays of the sun shone cheerful through the
window, and convinced the young orphan that il
was indeed her own apartment, where she found
herself and every thing else asshe had left It the day
before Scardey could she believe her senses that
what she saw was reality--ahd her misery, heI
guilt, her death! 1t was dream-a gloomy dream,
sent r.oexpOse tho depth. ofths sbyss on which
she stood! t..
A knock at the door announced visitor; she rose
to meetthe unwelceme disturber, who was NO othe'
than Louis himself. Inexpressiby great was hi
delight, as she listened to his words ofove, and re-
Piled, "I,ciH be thlle-thi,eJt Jtoreoer,"
ANEcporRs--The New Orleans Picayune tells
the following anecdote of the Creek Campaign
While Gen. jackson was operating IN the Creek
country, some twenty odd years ago, he invariably
- ty,at ali shouId he made