Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1841-1853, 1850-08-22
blow in a fl Of passion. that felled her to the

her blow in fl of passion, that feled her to the
floor, where she lay bleeding
And this was the end Of her dream Of romance!
Into this slavery, int deep degradation bad her
vanity led her Ashamed to tell the truth, and
throw hersf her father for protection, she endured
for more than a year, every variety oil insult from
her husband; her health, meanwhile, consuming
away, and her spirits which had once been so high,
utterly broken.
Oh. how often she repented her folly How when
she heard of others of her sex forming clandestne
marriages, she would shudder and exclaim, Alas.
the chances are that they win be miserable as
Can they not see that the man who persuades them
to disobey their parents shows, in that very thing,
want of principle that promises little for their future
happiness.
But the cup of her misery was not yet full. She
had been married little over year when her hus-
band left her to visit neighboring city, and though
she waited his return long after the promised day,
he never came. AT last letter from him was put
into her hands, and the missive announced, in the
most unfeelng terms, that he had left her forever.
She sank into swoon and lay for hours before
\ she recovered. When she regained her conscious
ness, 1t was to shudder at her condition, for she was
penniless, with board for many weeks due, and not
friend whom she could call for the slightest loan.
Suddenly the parable of the Prodigal Son came up
| TO her memory.
'sI will arise and go tony father" she said hum
bly, in the words of that beautiful story; and with
| the exclamation, she went FORTH TO seek her home
1t was showing FAST but she did not heed it. She
had thrown on a bonnet and light shawl; but had
forgotten to change her thin shoes, TO assume a
cloak The melting fakes penetrated her slight attire,
but she hurried on, breasting the wild tempest
She arrived at last in the proud square where her
father lived and stood few moments after in front
of the house. The window shutters were still open,
though twilight had set in and through the curtains
the ruddy glow of the fire within shot ahwart the
stormy night A sharp pain twitched her in the
heart; she felt pain and staggering up the steps,
just managed to pull the bell, when consciousness
departed her.
The servant who answered the door, started and
cried out when he saw apparently lifeless corpse
lying the step, with the fast falling rapidly
covering it; and Mr.. and Mrs Warren, who were
sitting by the parlor fire, coming out to learn the
cause of the disturbance, staggered TO behold in the
emaciated form, their disobedient child.
They took her in, they wrapped her in warm
clothing, they laid her on her own bed; but it was
of no avail. She revived just enough to ask their
1 forgiveness, and receive it from them weeping.
Then murmuring blessings on them she died.
This may be thought fancy sketch; but ii is not
1t may be thought excessive case, il is not that
either. Caroline Collins or Warren, as we would
rather call her, early delivered from her suffer
ings: and in that, terrible death may seem to the
young and happy, she blessed There are
others, victims of runaway matches, who drag out
an existence miserable that the grave itself would
be relief
But as the Scripture impressivey says-they thai
sow the whirlwind, shall reap the storm.