Wisconsin tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1847-1854, 1849-03-02


her heart-that home she had striven to make
so beautiful for his sake-ho, how chiilingly
fell his cold sarcasm upon her young, warm
heart! Yet she had not power to utter one
single syilable-not word to remind him oil
the cottage home-of the golden days long
ago-her heart seemed palsied within her
the tears choked her utterance, and though
she closed her heavy eyeids, that he might
not see her anguish, she knew he was going
| from her presence in anger, without the pow
er tc whisper single word. Amy Percy had
learned the bitter lesson in all woman's life
TO fear her husband
Four years after her marriage, Amy Per-
ey was reclining an invalid's couch in a
pretty furnished apartment in great hotel.
Ii would far transcend the limits of nv sorry
to follow, step by step, the path which lad
brought them here, TO tell you how the veil
all passed away, aud Amy learned she was
welded TO ganester-one who bid fair to
/ go down to the 6 ave confirmed inebriate-
how the luxurious home passed away, with
/ It's cosby garniture, to defray the debts in
CURED by Percy's neglect of business; and
| then how ruin, aye, almost total ruin swept
over them, leaving the young wife desolate
amid the fragments of her former greatness.
! But Amy never thought OF that, and when
they pleaded with her to return to the quiet
old house in the forrest, she smiled sadly,
and clung on with renewed and beautiful de-
Votion TO the man for whom she had sacri-
| feed al else, whispering, as she folded her
hnnd within his owl
oh let ne only breath the air.
The blessed air that's brea.hed by thee,
And whether on its wings it bear
Healing or death, It's sweet TO mel
But new her old PARENTS were dead, and
by the patrimory bequeathed by Squire Lee
to his Only Child, Percy was able once more
TO obtain handsome suit Of appointments in
fashionable botcI Amy was thin and pale
and the light cough rang On the ear Of the
listueI. yet she hoped Oh against hope. pray
ing that she might live for herhusband's sake.
q aln weary of tue noise OF this crowded
place dear Harry said Amy tossing restless
II on the pillows Of her couch 'if we were
in some qaiet spot cut of this great city,
something like my own dear home, would
be so hapHyi"
A furnished house was obtained in day
or two in a secluded nook, and the balny air
and bright sun shine soon restored Amy to
comparative health. Percy never seemed to
CD serve any change in his wife-whiie she
niled usual and sung in her c!aGr, sweet
voice his iavoi-e songs, he could not believe
| t at she was iIi-that she was even dying he
/ fore his very sight-5ut Amy was never DE-
ceived, for from the first hour the light
cough broke upon her car, she knew her doom
was sealed--lIat in some wool was woven
! the winding sheet for her burial.
! One bright day Amy was seated on a low
ottoman at her husbands feet; their child
was sumbering on is cushioned bed beside
her. and Percy,s eye rested on his wife with
something of the old Iove-light of other days.
| All at once he observed her face grow deadly
! pale, she bent more closely over the strings
! of her harp. and then there came low, sharp
throb, as if one of the golden chords had snap
ped asunder.
lis that your harp string, Amy p ne ask
/ ed, as the young wife gazsd with her calm
sad eyes up in his face.
Zone Of my heart-strings is broken, dear
| Harry :" she said in very low voice, and
the next moment the golden chords were
crimsoned with her blood.
I" On. God you are dying Amy! my
angel wife ~ cried the onrightcd man in a
/ frantic tone.
She laid her white hand pleadingly on his
arm, aud looked up with her meek, beautiful
eyes to his, whispering
DO not be alarmed, dear husband--I am
often thus" and wiping away tie crimson
thread that dyed her white lips, smiled once
more her golden smile of the olden time.
When they laid Amy on the snowey bed
and the kind physician bent pityingIy over her
/ Harry remained without almost wild with
terror, and breathing the most fearful vows
that if her life might be spared him, he would
thenceforth yield up all for her sake. The
kind old physician looked very grave, aud
counted the throbbing pulse, but she smiled
serenely Up in his face, and murmured--
DO not deceive me, sir, for believe me
do not in the least fear to die-only do not
tell my husband | am in danger"
With perfect quiet and no excitement. the
physician assured Henry his wife might per-
haps be spared him many years yet, aud SO
Percy believed it would prove, when Il few
days later her slight figure leaned once more
on his arm, out in the glad sunshine. Weeks
passed on, and Harry Percy kept his promise
for DAYS DO poisonous draught passed hi: