The Sumter banner. [volume] (Sumterville, S.C.) 1846-1855, 1851-03-26

1t was triumph. L was wild
frantic, with joy, fear and weakness
Swcetly, and with grace, she smiled
and waved her tiny arms and hands
as the foaming stccd walked slowl,
around to let her breathe, and give
her time to rest.
'Off again performing more diff
cult fcats than before, but with tho
same ease and grace. One could no
have told, to have locked on, tha
she had not done the same thing
months and months before; so easy
no effort; SO coolly no embarrassment
twas then II brcathcd-I breath
cd again.
but, no-.shc must come before
them, and led her out again.
need not tell you how they shouted,
what they did; you'll say my brain,
was turned with love for my dear
child, and would not think 1 told the
truth.
And now, one more performance,
and the last that night. On she came
borne by the best performer in the
arena, the favorite in the place
With what case and grace he held
her up on high! How smartly, she
looked, away up thcrc-all tinscls and
spanslcs, glittcring SO finely in the
gas light; and he, like Hercules be-
side her, urging the stecd onward to
lis utmost powers.
'Thc most intrepid riders are car
ricd the swittcst. to enable them to
sustain their balancc--aud he was
anous for swi(tncss in riding;it seem.
cd as if he flew. No word came from
my lips, though l was i'll the arena
all the time. / was not thinking
where | was, or what I was doing
all | thought Of was my child.
High up in the air he threw her.
catching her as easy as if twas riay-
and She ctappins hcrli.tle Aaats-no
fear had She. How they appIauacd!
her triumph was complete.
Each moment brought the per-
formancc nearer toits close, and how
| wished it through! But, no--his
steed fearing the whip, trained to
cxertins all its powers when this ri
der was upon his back, kept on its
lightning course, and, oh, God! in one
unlucky feat he missed her. I saw
her fall--the horse reared, and down
came his heavy hoof upon my Mary.
Il cannot tell you what followed.
| saw them rise round on every side.
There were cries, but l know that
piercing shricks drowned thcm-I
saw blood, red blood, upon my dear
child's face. l had sprung to her
ere the horse had hardly moved, and
seized her from beneath him and all
, connected with the place, rushed to
my side.
But she, the bcautiful-shc my
idol, life and hopc-.a moment before
SO full ofjoy, | had claspcd to my
heart corpse!
'Ay, she was dead. dead, like her
mother Mary-dcad, like everything
to me that should be full of lifc-dcad.
and I lived.
Il know no moreno morc." said
the poor maniac. as he wiped his dry
eyes, as if there had been enough tc
wash away. Il could have wept once
bat now my eyes are dry and l have
no tears to shed. Men tell me that
she lies beside her mothers grave
and that for many hours they could
not separate US; but | remember not
that it WAS so. But they brought me
here to this dark place, and shut ouI
the bright light, and will not let me
listen to the song Of birds, or smell
the fragrance Of the flowers; they
cham me down. When they have
barred the door, ah. the; cannot close
them to my Mary. | sec her now
with the red blood streaming dowr
her pale facc-don't let mo see tia
way. away!"
ana with Il tear Of real pity, anC
after obtaining the location Of the tw,
graves, | turned from him, and tht
massive doors were again closed ant
barred upon the "MANIAc CLOWN
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