The Minnesotian., 1851-12-27

o'ii eS!heht, oincered by men OF prop
erty, and to whom he had made himself
obnoxious by the idle attempt of yelling
poverty under insolence, would be felt a
triumph. But deadiier feelings towards
the husband Of Lucy Meadows, urged
him on 10 vengence. He had secretly,
but passionately, loved her; and she had
neither tact nor prudence to conceal a
personal dislike. amounting 10 aversion.
Keeping in the background the real causes
which induced him to attempt the life
Of one against whom he could plead no
injury, an alleged slight to his fair cousin
would form "a very pretty QUARREL and
with congenal spirit as demoniac as his
own, he set off, without delay, to the re-
tired watering place, where The handsom-
est and happiest pair that Connaught
could produce, were, in their belief, en-
tering on an elysian existence,
The barborous punctiIio of the times
provided man could boast gentle lineage
almost prohibited u refusal to his call
for satisfaction, no matter how fimSy the
pretext might be, under which he deman-
ded a hostile meeting and Pembcrton
availed himself OF it.
1t was evening. R-had been en-
gagged in answering congratulatory letters
and had proceeded with his bHlets to the
post. Lucy watched him from the inn
window, and thought her husband never
looked SO handsome as when, in turning
the corner, he smiled and kissed his hand.
She gazed at the sun, sinking gloriousiv
in the far west, and in a flood of gold hi
ding his broad disc in the boundless Wa
tcrs of the Atlantic. Alas! she little
dreamed, poor girl, that
s'The moon that rose
And promised rapture in the c.ose,''
was fated to usher in night on whose
deep, deep darkness, a ray Of hope should
never break again.
Pemberlon and his companion waylaid
their intended victim but R-felt him
self too blessed with Lucy to risk aught
that could interrupt his happiness.-
Against the imputed offence, he tembcr-
ately demonstrated and, repudiated all in
tention wounding the feelings OF the
lady, whose imaginary wrongs were
made the basis 10 res. quarrel on. A
meeting lie declined at least until he
could send for and consult friend
From insolcnce, Pembcrton proceeded to
verbal, and last to personal insult Rs
was brave and manly spirit. Good
Heaven to feel the rullian's whip upon
his shoulders, and not repent the outrage!
His temper yielded; he longcl to wipe
disgrace away in blood. He urged del.y
no longer; demanded instant satisfaction
hurried into the inn garden, and within
ten minutes from the time he waved a
passing-li'te did he fancy it q last adieu,
R-was stretched, in death, upon the
bowling-grccn!
What Lucy suffered may be readily con-
ceived. Human misery could not go
farther: in one sheer plunge, to reach,
from the very pinnicle Of mortal happi-
ness. the darkest abyss Of dispair. The
imagination must fill out what fancy can
not pencil.
And how did she feel-she, that guilt Y
woman, when
s'The ruin that her rashn.ss wrought.
was told her.
Before her emissary had accomplished
half his Journey, Harriettc's better feel
ings had regaincd ascenjlancy, and, when
too late, she would have given thousands
10 have recalled her hireling kinsman.-
In charity, we will hope that her wound
ed pride sought vengence short Of des
truc.ion. Indeed, the effect Of the sad
intelligence, when it arrived, would go
far TO prove that such was the case. She
was convulsc1, fevered, delirious for two
months after, and recovered strength on Y
BY the loss OF reason and in few years
after closed her wrctchcI existence III an
asylum.
/ often called to memory the truth Of
Father Malachi's dueling deductions
for the finale to the careers OF Messieur:
Andrews and Pcmberton, provei them
correct to the letter. Both died violcn.
but inglorious deaths.
Frank Andrews, some ha!f-doz en-
years after he had placed the house OF
Shcive-nagarrow in mourning, repaired
to the metropolis Oh business. The eve
ming he arrived in Dublin he contrived
to iasten quarrel on a linen draper
whose sister he had insulted at the thea
ter, and hurried the devoted tradesman
by the first dawn Of day to- the twelve
acres" The hour Of re.ribation had come
for a man whose hand never clasped be-
fore deadier implement than a cloth
yard, contrived TO pop, par accident,
t,uarter of an ounce Of lead into the per-
icardium of Mr.. Francis Andrews.
Well, though he fell in the lap of hon
or, still the artistic who sped him was a
linen draper; that was certainly sad
drawback; but, if Mr.. Andrews exit
was not the thing, Mr.. Pemberton's was
even less diStingue.
Never had homicide by permission Of
Irish gentlemen, promised more satisfac-
tory results to its perpetrator. The trans
mission Of Harriette and her fathcr-the
former to madhouse, and the latter TO