Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, IA [i.e. Ind.]) 1839-1854, 1848-07-26

ATe0perosee Tale.
"a. there j. q God in heaven. Jacob. !
;onocent." cried his distracted wife.
,sh;.~ On her knees. and crying for mercy.
m noe murder me-! DO not. Is you
$50 vour souls salvation" And she
rAed her hands in supplication, as fire
1o1 kom The jealous eyes Of her infatuated
"a drunken husband. 49,.
sslauocent, are you!" cried the scottish
- hevijdered man. "rhcre take that
~. lnnocent!" and he levelled furious
49, q the head otohis frantic wife, who
ernins on ono side to avoid his attack,
Stjch doubtless would have deprived her
e. Ie, the reeling inebriatc stumbled, an
r. prostsaie on his face, while his wife
sspeped uDiniurcd, but appalled, and Petri-
~ with FEAR. wringing her hands in an
anish, and imploring for mercy, as she
suonk in one corner Of the room, trem-
Ming. pale and sobbing.
"liow came that hat here, then. you
licked Jade! Whose hat is il! Tell me,
& IN kin you, if have to hang thou
Soed times for it," cried the frantic drum
tard, Is he gathered himself up from his
bsoStsate position; and with heavy blud-
H0oUs OnCe ulOIc uppIOdCncu tuc S"iH >
Ssg form Of his terrified wife.
s.lt is your own hat, Jacob. 1t is, in
deed il is; look At il. and convince your
SELF" cried the sobbing, imploring wife.
~So-you take me for a fool, do you
you lamp Of sin. But I'll cure YOU of
Ihsse vile tricks" cried her husband. who,
yushing upon her with well aimed blow,
struck her to the ground. as she vaiDly be-
sought his mercy. The blood flowed
copiously from her wounded head, as she
lay stretched, insensiblc, on the floor, her
brutal husband gasping over her; the
beautiful. fragile, delicate, tender. and
devoted Hannah Bradlcy-,he widows
eoly child. who, when she gave away her
beloved daughter, to the, man who profess.
I'd to love her. enjoincd him with deep
pathos, ''to use her gently. for. she was
delicate, and had heart Of bleeding sem
sibility-and Jacob" said that poor mo-
thef, very solemnly '.the least i'll usage
would kill her,
"Fsiher! what have you done?" cried a
beaAtihni black eyed girl Of fourteen, who
now rushed into the room, attracted by
ne screams Of her poor mother as she en-
levcd the house from school,
''Oh! father! father! you have murdered
poos mothcr!" cried Jane Bradley, as she
ran weeping to raise the bleeding head Of
The unhappy wife; at the same time the
entrance Of a servant maid brought timely
assistance. by their united aid, the poor
victim was carried to bed; her daughter
busily engaged in chatting her temples,
aud staunching the blood that still flowed
from her head, while tho maid was DIES.
patched with frightful haste for a ncighbor-
Ing physician. The wound was serious,
but rs there appeared no fracture Of the
scull. Jane was relieved by the assurance
Of week or two, yet even this assurance
could not dry her tears.
When the word .'nurder'' rang in the
ears Of Jacob Bradley from the silver voice
Of his blooming daughter. he felt bolt o
him in moment. But horror pctrified al
his faculties. lie stood rooted to the floor
like one en,ranccd. A mist seemed &c
float on all around him. Had he waken'
cd from a horrid dream! lie looked a
what he grasped in his hands-in one he
held his own hat-and a bludgeon cover
ed with blood in the other! Strange
phantonis danced before him. What ha.
he done9 He gazed upon the floor. ant
POOLS Of blood struck the eye-balls blind
lie now remembered he had been dinin.
but at his friend Jovial's. But what hi
had done, he could not distinctly remem
Der. A heavy weight like death hung or
his heart, and sinking On chair he groan
ed aloud. as he exclaimed ..Oh! gracious
God! what has happencd9 Am indeed
murderef!''
mir. Bradley. hope you are better,
said voice behind him. 1t was the Sur
seon, who had that moment come dowr
from his wife's apartment. Even the inc
briatc stood abashed.
elbow do you feel sir!'' asked The Sur
'Ah! Doctor! Ycs-I know-it Is Dr.
Aanson. l feel Doctor, like one may fee
who is in the regions Ct the damned
What has happened, Doctor! Tell me
for do not know
''Mr. Bradley, compose Yourself. VIII
you take any medicine! Have an excel
lent draught for the nerecs."
Perfectly SOBER
This is q sad business; Mr.. Bradley,
said the Surgeon.
~HOw ~ DOCtOr@l KNOW II. HOW
my wife! How is poor Hannah! hav
been brute to treat her So. bu. was wa
not in my right senses. Tell me, 1 cor
lure you, tell me, that there is no danger!
And tears Of contrition and rcmorse gusl
ed from his overlooking eyes.
"No immediate danger, hope. Of h
life" replied the Doctor, who was UNIV
ing 10 abstract any thing from the sal
tary impression now being produced {
The heart Of the guilty husband.
!. THANK God, for that" cried Bradle
Ihen lam not murderer-not the mu
derer Of my wife," and the wretched ma
sunk on his knees with upiifed hands,
IL in prayer to God, when the Doctor,
order that he might deepen the wholeson
impression Of his penitence. left him.
A weeks confinement restored the u
fortunate wife to sufficient state Of heal
to move shout the house; . circumstan
that inspired the unfortunate Brady wi