Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1847-07-20
A HUSBANDS REVENGE,
BY WIN. T. ROGERS.

BY VIM. T. ROGERS.
Seventeen hundred and ninety-nine.-
Twas cherries evening in October, the
sun had already set, young man was
struggling with the dark clouds that at
intervals obscured her bright disc, as they
were borne along the resistless fury of
the angry wind which howIed dismally
among the Taxed banches of the leafless
forest trees. Now it came in fitful gusts.
scattering the fallen leaves, and whining
piteously at its lack of power. Now it
increased in strength, swapping the decay
ed branches,and bending the tough boughs
oftke sturdy oaks.
Anon it swelled into All overwhelming
blast, twisting the knaried trunks, and,
with deafening crash uprooting and
overfhrowing the mighty lords ofthe soil;
then sinking into a sullen moan, it howled
mournful requiem over its spent and
departed strength.
Dark indeed, and dismal was the night
and furious the warning Of the elements,
but darker and more dismal were the re.
Elections, and more fierce the conflict that
ragged within the breast of the injured
patriot, who forms the subject Of our mar.
rative.
Mr.. Charles Forman was young farmer
residing within few miles Of Hacken
sack. At the first outbreaking of our
Revolutionary troubles, had shouldered
his musket, and tearing himself from his
young and lovely wife, had fought, aye,
and bled in freedoms cause.
He was with the army at Morristown,
when, having>received intelligence of the
illness of his wife, he asked and obtained
leave TO visit his home.
He had travelled on foot and alone for
two days-had crossed the rugged "Blue
Ridge" and on the evening of the second
day had reached his humble DWELLING
As he neared the house, the evidence of a
Tory visit were--even at night-plainIy
discernable.
With beating heart lie crossed the little
court yard, and stood upon the step. His
heart sank within him, as he lifted the
latch, and foundthe door fastened. Gently
be knocked, fearing to ditur0 his suffer.
ing wife; again he knocked, and again,
but knocked in vain. There was no
cheerful light,as oflate was wont to beam
from his little window, to comfort those
within, and direct the weary, way.worn
wanderer 10 shelter. No curling smoke
ssued from the chimney; no blazing
hearth was there; and save the Tapping
of the shutters, and the rustling of the
vines that orerhung the porch, all else
was silent.
He could endure the suspense no Ion.
ger, and forcing the door he stood within
the house. All was darkness there. He
CROPPED his way to the bed side, but It stood
tenantless. He called upon his wife by
name---no answer came SARAH he
cried; and the winds howled the louder,
as if in mockery OF his agony. With a
trembling hand he produced his finder
box. aud lighted the lamp that stood in its
accustomed place, upon the mantle.
Great Heaven! what sight did its
pale rays reveal to him. Extended upon
the floor lay The body of his wife, with
her infant child clasped to her breast
both cold in death Blood, too, was there
1.-The likelihood ofhis guileless wife, and
innocent babe--a cold. coagulated pool
Oh, God! my wife, my child!' he shrek
ed-hls brain reeled, and lettering few
spaces ne fell at her side. Soon he re.
covered himself and lifting them side by
side upon the bed. aud stood silently oaz.
ing upon the placid countenance 81 bis
young wife. beautiful even in dealt.
There is an eloquence in silence, chen