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and thrown into laIl. His trial came
Oh at the criminal court, and there
his guilt was made 80 clear that he
was sentenced to five years lmpr'S
onment in the pPnitcntiary. Heavi-
ly ironed, he was placed on board the
steamboat which was to convey him
to Baton Rogue. In the middle oil
the night a plunge was heard and the
state room which the convict occu-
pied was found empty. Every one
on board came to the conclusion that
he had thrown himself overheard &
was drowned.
Marie was sitting alone in her
chamber. She had been weeping,
poor girl; and in her lap lay her moth,
er's miniature and one Of Henry's
letters. She had not head from him
for months. and his silence was TIE
darkest enigma that ever her young
heart tried tosolve. He could not
be dead-no. no! Like the wife OF
the gifted Raleigh, she believed that
Living or dead he would not larry from her
At this moment a servant brought
her a letter. and a single glance told
that it was from Henry. A glad cry
escaped her lips-she hastily opened
it, and instead Of the warm ou,pour-
iings Of a lovers heart, she read Hen
|ry's confession Of his guilt! The SER
wants heard a shrek and when they
came in they found their mistress lie
less on the floor.
For many weeks after, Marie
Dunbar was a maniac, and when she
recovered, her beauty was like that
of a lilly which had been crushed by
a storm. With a calmness that Sd
vored not Of earth. she announced
her intention of quitting the place OF
her birth forever. The old home
stead was sold, and the servants, ma
ny of whom had grown grey in the
service of her family, crowded q
round her with fearful eyes, as she
bid them farewell. Again, and the
last time, Marie knelt down upon her
mothers grave. A prayer, akin to
His breathed in the garden OF Geth-
semane, went up to heaven. and the
orphan was alone with non but God
to shield her.
In the year 1897, when thousands
were torn away by the hand OF dis
ease, there was n Sister Of Charity in
the city Of New Orleans, whose orr
gin no one knew, but who was uai-
versallv beloved. Many a beggared
wretch in the hospital, in his last ag-
ony. had breathed a PRAYER for the
"pale lady," who. like an angel, had
so kindly relieved his wants. She
neverlsmiled; but holy radiance
would sometimes overspread her
beautiful features, and. then, as she
turned up her deep blue eyes TO her
spirits home above, she looked like
the being of another world. Some
SAID she carried in her breast a bro
ken heart. She was never seen to
weep, but still there was sorrowfui
shade on her countenance that spoke
of blighted dreams and the wreck OF
earthly love.
One evening while the yellow fever
was at its zenith Il poor outcast, who
as evidently in the last Stages OF
disease. was brought in. Medicine
was given him, and thelargest rooms
being full, he was placed in n OF
he small chambers of the buildings.
|, was snow light, and the sky flung
with lavish hand the lustre Of its jew
els on the sieepin2- earth. The cal"
moon-the silver icar: Of the heay-
ems abeve-there was oh upon one
timid flowers, and they. WITH 'ie''
rain bow eyes, returned its glanctHs'-,
The breeze flew by with ambrosia,
wings, and as the dying ones inhaled
its passing fragrance. they thought
how sweet a thing it vas to live in
health, and they remembered that
when they were young they loved
the fresh and blooming flowers
Then thew felt the sharp pangs dart
through their frames and cold dew
stood upon their foreheads, and the
grave seemed pleasant. The tink-
ling bell in some Of the wards told
them that one Of ouI number was no
more.
The "pale lady was passing by
the chamber where the poor outcast
lay, and the lamp in her hand threw
a strong CLEAN upon her features
The sick man fixed his eyes upon her
retiring form, and, covering his face
with his hands. he murmured, "No,
no; it cannot be her." The lady
thought she remembered the voice,
and she trembled like an aspen. She
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