The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1850-03-02

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evil spi'it-This time OF night he is with
mel am dangerous then" He drew
her to the very verge-shs shuddered
and held back-he dragged her to the
crumbling edge-his foot started stone
from its bed; it !eaped, rustling, rafting,
crushing down, she could not scream,
nor swoon-she could not pray; her dan
ger was too intensely near. He lifted
her in his arms-"I fling you as chaf
upon the winds-wiIl thy ghost Aaunt
with the tenants Of the tomb! In the
regions Of the dead renew the vileness
you shall no longer practice on ME. She
struggled and writhnd, and when his
loosening grasp truly showed his awful
determination, she gave pitrous shrek
"a long searching wall, that seemed TO
set the very hills speaking, SO plente-
Gus were the echoes.
Oh the EXPLANATIONS of Joy that
gushed from the murderer's lips, "she
has gone-gone her, footsteps shall new
er be renewed upon earth In the grave
tie hushed accents of her voice shalt
never be revived-such thing to live !!
She spoiled the air-She made earth
sickening TO me-she has filled these
woods with terrible associations which
cannot endurt-she has-ah!" why
need Irepeat his ravingss
The girl escaped, how know not
but for long time she was Frustrated OH
sick bed. During this time he uhhap-
py lover had been wandering afar off,
but shortly after her recovery led, by
the wh,ms Of disordered brain he came
back-she was strong enough to walk
out One day she joined a party for a
ramble among the picturesque scenery
near her dwelling. The day was warm.
and quiet wind stirred the h4unts of
flowers, and spilled the perfume of the
rose upon the path and broad surface
of sounds spread through the murmur-
ing woods. She was peculiarly gay
Every one remarked how lively she was,
All eyes followed her as she glanced
about, singing her out with a glad
recognition at every turn. Her eyes
were kling-her cheeks all SMILES
her light arms flashed in her gestures so
gracefully one might easily imagine they
were carnations of light, in wavy mo-
ton. She and the one Tor whom she had
forsaken the maniac, were uuconsciously
treading that fearful brink. His tales Of
love had led her away from the scene,
and her charmed soul drew veil of
beauty between that hour and this. hThou
wilt soon be mine, love;"-and her hand
returned the pressure 1t felt; and her
Eyes, filled with loves soitness, lifted
themselves 10 his which were bent on
her. 4 know You love me now-but
tell me if you ever loved belore-'tis
foolish request and yet would have
you answer it,
'No'' she replied 81 once firted with
n X but | did not love him as she
paused the lover delighted to find he
was the frst--the only one, who had
won her love, passed his arm around
her waist and tenderly drew her toward
hun; they were close on the verge of the
cliff, and the girl seemed slowly remin-
died of the last time she stood there. She
uneasIly moved, but ere the request to
leave the place had passed her lips, she
saw the rnaniac ruth from a cover:
Screaming "it must be:' he plunged them
over the rocks. Nothing arrested their
fall. He saw them loose their hold OF
each other, and splash separately man
gled into the river. The scattered party
was collected by the horrible occurrence
an awestruck group aroundthe murderer,
who with savage glee pointed down the
steep where they tumbled. Sh.eds OF
her dress were hut!ering from the bushes
and the point of many a ledge below
was covered with blood He was quiet
and permitted them 10 secure him-as
they led HIM away he muttered to HIM
self OF early days, and with tears besought
them to gather boquet Of wild flowers,
for said he SHE liked them, and L gath
cred them for her," And then he drew
from his pocket paper, nicely folded
and kissed over and owe, again, it con-
tanned two white rose buds, tied with
her hair. They tried him for murder,
and he was acquitted as insane.
We could not rid ourselves OF the un-
pleasant suspicion that this was the man
lac lover 10 whom we. had listened. He
soon retired. In the morning he came
not downstairs. We went to his room,
and he was dead. No marks Of violence
were on him, in his hand were clutched
two rose buds twined with soft dark
hair, we supposed the relation ofthe sto-
~ wrought too strongly on his mind, and
had had ended in a fatal CONFUSION
Upon the floor was copy Of versus adj
dressed to my Idol,' written long be-
fore.
Feb. 25th so.
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