Semi-weekly Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, South-Carolina) 1851-1852, 1851-12-16

sentiment of coming evil, crept over her, as
she sat gazing on the dismal sky, an ! listen
ing 10 the moaning wind. But softly. soft
" another sound stole upon her ear, making
her start with claspcd hands. and an express
sion of horror on her face. 1t was groan
Again it rose even fainter than before.
With hurried steps she sought the spot from
whence it seemed To ISSUE Under llc
lhickIv inwoven shrubbery beneath the WIN
dow, she found the almost lIfclcss form OF a
human being and had him carried mt" the
house and suitable reStorallvcs applied 10
revive the nckering lamp of life. Gently
did the stricken and sorruwIng g'rI smooth
the pillow of the dcsolate stranger. Slowly
he opened his eycs-,hosc large, expressive
eyes that had SO long haunted her dreams.
Gently his pale qnivering lips moved-t'ey
viel!cd the one word "Nina!' andishe with
a shrek recognized in the wasted and dying
one before her, tho once beautiful and be.
loved Henry Lindsay! He was aroused to
life but 10 breathe il out, upon her bosom,
leaving her even more wretched than be-
fore. Wildly her lips were pressed to his,
and her white arms lwncd around him.
Then came the story Of his suffering and sor-
row, through the long years Of his banlsh-
ment from her beloved presence ol his
vain struggle with the cold and hcarless
world land lastly, when disease had laid its
vcnomcd finger upon his mortal frame, and
he was fast sinking into the arms OF death.
how he had conc To look once more OIL her
dear facc-.-to look, if but to die.
All this time. wrapped as in trance, Nj
na had lnrgo',cn all save the presence of
her Henry, and sought alone To alleviate his
pain. She saw that the sand of life was
fast cbbing. to close. Alas! alas she
conId have borne anght else save this. Cold>
or, colder grew his brow: and his large
eyes were fast losing their wontcd hrIlan-
cy. Shc felt that he was dying. Oh what
an expression of anguish passed over her
face With contracted brows and COM
pressed lips she turned and hastily left the
room-not Il moment was to be lost. For
gotten was the proud world, lis scornlul
snccr was nothing to her now. The only
being whom she really loved-hc whose
image had been ever present with her, was
WHY. llCli S''u!S WIZ w WIG
long ford gaze-ti,cy had met and would
not be parted. In a few minutes she return
cd, bringing in her hand, small vial con-
tanning poison. knccling beside his pros.
tratc form. with desperate resolution she
drank the fatal draught- she was suicide,
There. ciaspcd in each others embraces,
were iound-.wilh the cold impress of death
upon their wan features, these victims to
sordid love Of gold and twas strange
theme for busy.,ongued SANDER.
The corpse Of the lonely stranger was
Inferred in an obscure corner Of the public
buryin ground, with naught to mark his
resting place, save 1t small mound or turf.
Nina they laid beneath a pompons monu-
mcn,, erected by her husbands pride, and
inscribed with glowing cpitaph.
Alas. for the wi!hcrcd hopes! Alas. for
the broken hearts with winch this one de-
graded passion. 0tul icc. has made our hcau-
llfu world Lem! How often does the
hearllcss and unlhnkIng paren'. believing
he has tasted all the pleasures of earth, and
found them hc low, learn TO think, that gold
alone can purchase happiness, and his far
daughter is brought in all the sweet bloom
OF youth. and her thrilling heart laid bleed
ng sacrifice upon tho cold altar Of this God
Of ThpuSau!S