The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1851-01-15

ask him to forgive her. She could not
even speak. But her silent agony was
more eloquent than words. William for.
gave her.
need not say that LGcy promised sol.
emnly to indulge in no more fits of pas.
sion. She hoped she might not live toget
in such a foolish rage again.
But unfortunately, Susan, Lucy's new
domestic, was great trial. A very good
girl. indeed, she was at heart, and faithful
and industrious, when sober; occasionally,
however, she would buy whiskey, and
drink it and become despicable object.
Necessity compelled Lucy to keep her in
her service for time, and she bore with
her as well as she could. =
One day, when Lucy wished to leave
Susan in charge OF the house, while she
went to make call, Susan was nowhere
to be found. Hence, Lucy was obliged 10
remain at home. much to her disappoint.
ment. In an hour Susan returned, hap
py and independent She had been drink.
ing; and when Lucy demonstrated with her,
she only laughed, and answered insolent.
ly. This was too much for Lucy's tenn.
per- II exploded in another fit of passion,
and the deluded woman tore out Susan's
hair by handfuls. 'i a2s
There was so much to excuse this fft Of
passion that William, although deeply In.
jured, forgave it. as he had done Tie last.
But in spite of Lucy's promises and
grand resolutions, she could not govern
her temper. In few weeks another fit Of
temper seized her on very slight occa.
sion; and in short time still another came
to cloud Williams domestic happiness.
Still William iorgaye In the midst Of
these storms child was born. II was
girl, and William choose to call il by his
mothers name-Lucy.
For an entire year Mrs. Mowbary had
no more fits Of passion. William began
to hope.
"The mothers temper is subducd by tho
child" he said, and thanked heaven for
the change.
One day, however, the nurse carelessly
pricked the child, so that il cried piteous.
ly.- High words were the consequences.
Mrs. Mowbray had another fit Of passion.
As William knew nothing Of this occur
renee at the time, but little was said aboutit.
But now Lucy became subject to fits Of
passion more violent than ever One day,
when enraged. she struck her child in tho
presence OF William.
"This is too much!" muttered William,
clasping the injured innocent in his arms.
"You are not fit to bring up a child, and
vow that Lucy shall not be ruined by your
temper!"
Mrs. Mowbrav's rage was terrible. She
would have torn her husband 8 hair had he
not interposed his powerful arm, n
William felt that it was now time to act.
fIe had forgiven until forgiveness was no
longer virtue. Selling his wfe's wrists,
he led her forcibly to her room, and lock.
ed her up. ea.a Hs .af
Lucy ragged like wounded tigress. But
she was alone; she could not frighten Viii
liam into the weakness Of setting her at
liberty before her temper was subdued.--
When he loked the door, and left her, hsi
had said ar.q.
81 will subdue you, or you shall starvs!"
So Lucy gradually became calm. Tho
was she became rational-
she was Frustrated with shame and re-
morse. 4t..l
For twelve hours she wept bitter tears,
alone in her chamber. Ii was now morn
ing; and after weeping all night, she sank
into troubled sleep.
Mrs. Mowbrav was aroused by ths
maid, who came to inform her that break
last was waiting. She hoped that VII.
|iam's resentment was ended, and hasten.
ed to meet him. But he was nowhere to
be found. 2si,aa8 gr,a M ~
"Where is Mr.. Mowbrayl'' she inquir.
ed. timidly. aeias e62 ss.
"He went away yesterday afternoon"
replied the domestic. s.aoa ih
''And has not returned?'' q3e - a,e
"Ie said he would not return within
hree days!' ts.t9 9e-a
Lucy became deathly pale. E Ya
"But where is my childl" she asked.
"Mr. Mowbray made me do up sll her
,lothes.' sY sjaE Fsa ta4
"But where is shef' sI
"He took her with him. ss tss
Lucy fell on the floor like corpse.
The domestic dashed a pitcher of water
n her face, and she recovered from her
woon.. pseab N M
Two days after, William returned, alone.
lie found his wife plunged in the depths of
hame, remorse and despair. 'a
"Where-where is my childi" she cried,
n agony. ''ses 1s.t'Ei 1sa ''lsa
"lrr safer hands than youfst" answered
William coldly. ts7 Na9y g yansa ef't
Lucy fell upon her knees before him;
lith streaming eyes and clasped hands
he begged forgiveness, and pleaded for
er child. But Willium was inexorab}e.
"Fear nothing for Lucyf" he said
She is in good hands, and will want