Fremont weekly freeman. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1850-1853, 1850-10-12

the place you're going to, you'll see Fam,
welded to David Gere-ha! ha!-aud much
his books will help the NOPE to support youi
daughter and make her happy. IfFanny live.
with brother Rchaed lie will bring it about
whilst my friend Bayne-near the richest in
the city-wilI be disregarded in his attention:
altogether, suppose
The old mans face showed struggle with
in, yet bearing the same rigid grief
4 4 will be plain continued Esmond. Tt i,
your duty to save your daughter from poverty
That will most certainly await her at Richards
home. Leave her your property in my hands
/, to be enjoyed on provision that she lives with
me-
The old man groaned.
Otherwise |. am not connected with the
matter, and, - here he spoke in such very
low voice, that could not catch what he spoke
the old mans face changed thereat
For some moments a death-deep silence
prevailed in the room, alone interrupted by my
self / felt nervous as to the result. long
ed-though understood but little-that the
old man should refuse the requestvof Esmond
had no confidence in him, for he scowled al
most when he spoke of his brother and of Fan.
ny's lover-the fair, pale youth of whom have
before spoken. My heart was well nigh break
ing when the old man consented, as he did.
1 WILL said he.
4 have some friends near by who will write
your Will them Esmond rose and left the
room; and as soon as he did so the old man
burst into tears upon his bed of death.
'Oh God!' ne cried, protect my dear child
and shield her from harm
The old man died
When short time afterwards Esmond re-
turned. he turned deathly pale and fell. Idid
not see any sign of grief-no tear-no sigh
was there. But there passed athwart his face
an expression of-rage shall call it, and there
by call him a iend! The old man had died
and that Will was not made Looking on were
two well-dressed, sleek-visaged men. took
both to be lawyers: one had some sheets Of
paper in his hand.
Esmond rose up, and with fearful eye
locked the door He then grhsped one of his
friends by the shoulder, and pressing his mouth
close to his ear, whispered somethingI could
not understand then. He whispered also TO
the other. The two looked at each other, and
then bowed to Esmond who stood anxiously
before them. One of these was Bayne-Fan-
ny's city suitor
1
corpse Good God! how pale and ghastly the
four looked, The same rigid aspect of grief
was written on the face of the dead clay; from
the faces of the living there were looks as Of
murder and deceit and ef daring crime.
shuddered in that house.
For some moments there was stiffness Of
the grave in that room, which now felt was
filled with the rottenness of crime One of the
men was engaged in writing At length he
finished.
Gan you initiate his hand precisely?'
Yes, yes answered Esmond hastily, and a
sick man doesn't write like himself
He was about to write, when another hell
ish idea beamed over his face. Can tell it
of the son of the sainted parents; of the broth
er of Fanny and Richard? Yes. he forced
that pen into the fingers of his dead fathers
hand, and then grasping them with his own,
he wrote his name on that false Will
'There-we can swear to the letter of the
truth now A smile as of an internal fame
from Tophet lit up his features-the devil
The strangers departed after some CONVEX
sation with Esmond in whispers. The latter
then with look of hypocritical melancholy
called for his sister. She calhe swiftly, and
another moment found her beside the body of
her dead parent, bathing his forehead with
her tears.
As the senses diminish in point of number,
they become far more acute: the ties to the
world without it have more power where they
exist twas SO with Fanny now in the world
of feeling One BY one many had now been
broken of the chords that twined around her
heart and bound it in love to things around
Ill Ill f,r oh
knew Esmond but slightly.
(The old Clock hastily brushed away ris-
ing tear with its secondhand and then, after
momentary pause, succeeded)
STROKE FoURTH.-THE TRIAL-THE SENTENCE
THE EXECUTION.
Many were there who came to the old mans
funeral Close by the shrouded body there
stood young man to preach the funeral SER
mon. / saw his face directly it was David
Gere, the lover of Fanny, who had now be-
come minister. All who were in the room
held down their eyes weeping. His only were
bent upward. He spoke to them from those
most soothing words, spoken by one of the af-
ficted and scourged ofthe earth, that our light
Affections, which are but for moment, are not
worthy to be compared with the glory Of fu-
ture revelation. He pointed them to that flu
ture land of blissful repose: where kind
hand should wipe all tears from all eyes:
where the wicked should cease from troubling,
and the weary rest His face -shone Ito my
eyes) as he spoke. He was not loud in his
words: his was sweet, calm, enunciation that
seemed to fash around the soul and found an
entrance in the heart, because it came from
the soul. His voice quivered, and his eye was
dimmed, as he continued his theme.
A long procession followed the beloved hus-
band, father, and-T say 1.-THE much loved
master to his tomb. Sweetly-I prayed-may
the grass wave on it.
Fanny left with her brother Richard and
the young minister. saw her not for some
days; and indeed saw no one save Esmond
who came frequently. Inow for the first time
almost in my remembrance, ran down from
neglect. no one saw fit to set me going again.
could, however, observe.
One day when Esmond had finished his in
cessant overhauling of furniture and other