The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1845-09-27

ne me Hrst IN lmparilng the Information, proceed
ed with the relation Of all the aggrayatng circum-
stances, with which the reader is already acquaint-
ed. As they proceeded in this narration, and their
various comments upon it, gtoan, and low
gurgling sound as of a personin the process oi
strangulatiun, were heard in an adjoining apart
ment, "Dear me" exclaimed one of the party,
starting up, 81 do believe you We scared her most
to death, and she as good as a Walworth, too; it's
strange we couldn't have thought" and the trio
rushed together into the room. A small thin fig
ure was reclining upon couch, apparently in a
swoon. The blood had gushed from her mouth
and noslrs; and her features had assumed the rig
idity fdeath. And if the dark, clustering curls
had not been sufficient 70 betray her identity, one
would scarce have recognized IN that thin, emaci-
ated face the "Gcnte Fawn ofP--."a as she
had been universally termed but few years be-
fore. ..
That Marion had suffered, was evident; but
hearts core. Until that hour she had not heard
the name of Arthur breathed for years, and with
the restless yearning that had worn her spirits out,
it was not strange that the tale she had now heard
should fall upon her like the stroke of death
The exertions ofthose around her restored her
after time, and then the woman who HAD first
started to her assistance, and in whose charge she
was, cleared the room of company, and had seated
herself to keep everything around her quiet, that
the mind of the invalid might recover from the
had pL, r. .ii
busted in this kind office, individual appear
cd upon the premises. She was Just crossing the
ball to Marion's room, when Mrs. Walworth ap-
preached herhlsuy, from the street door. and de.
manded if Marion Wells resided there. ssYes, she
does" replied the woman, ''but she's sick,
and"
"But must see her." Interrupted Mrs. Wal.
worth.
"No, you can't, there can't any body go in;
they've scared her almost to death already with
their talk, and cannot let any one in -
"But. my good woman" persisted Mrs. Wal
worth, 81 must see her, cannot be refused, she
is my child, and i must see herr
"Well now," said the woman, ''I know that
she has no kindred on earth, and it won't do 10
have her disturbed
''Let her in, Kate" said man who approached
at this moment, set her in. It is Madame Wal
worth, that should have been her mother, it she
isn't She fetched her up, and has right to see
her.
"But-" said Ea.e,--her remonstrance. howev-
er, was too late, for William threw open the door,
and, with all The calmness she could assume, Mrs
her; and grasped her hand as she approached the
bedside. "Marion," said she with a voice tremu-
lous with emotion, 81 have come to ask your fer
giveness," and Mrs. Walworth burst into tears -
Mari n strove to speak, but IT was VAN attempt;
a warm pressure Of the hand she held, however,
was sufficient 10 show that she harbored none but
kindly emotions towards her. The woman had
indeed told her that Marion was dying, but she
was not prepared to find her. as she did in the
very arms death. 'sMaron, my child, my child"
sobbed she, show can give you up now that
have you once more Arthur, our poor Arthur,
few lines he wrote on his death bed told me all. |
Oh, that had known 1t before." s.What did he
write" whispered the dying girl with sudden
energy.
at was mostly for you, assuring you of undying |
and--your maniature enclosed " A I
sweet smile fitted across her features, and Mrs |
Walworth felt the hand she held grow cold and
'gd in her Marion was gone.