Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1851-10-28
FAYE IVIILE, Tenn,

passing irritation. Our, hearts ur
derstobd each other-our hands wer
ever ii lady for Al friendly grasp
sYot we re rivals: you were bot
trying for the first prize with equa
ardor, hnd with equal hopes?'
My works are my answer. Ex
anime Them they do not betray TIA
want Of ia Mt which inspires a mur
derous envy He alone whe can b.
nothing else becomes an assassin
Mediofrity has no other means 0
raisingt but in destroying all arount
tit. The artist who is gifted witt
thougHt and power has no easier
means Of crushing his riyais-h(
works.
The truth of this noble answei
was felt by all.
Your reas6ning is just the mag+
istrate feshmed; 'but this tribunal
requires Ia more convincing proof Of
your linEocence. The murder wa$
commit Rd at halfpastfive this norm
ing. The fact is proved by cries
heard in the neighborhood. Where
were yod then?'
In the Tuilleries gardens
what Cd n have taken you there at
so early an hour for the season.
Joseph Wen silently bent his
head. Tho question. was repeated,
and remained unanswered. a mur-
mur Of di isa pprobation was heard
around, and the presiding magistrate,
whose fayols,i opinion was shaken
by this .4icumstance, remanded the
prisoner. AT this moment a man in
a monks, grey frock penetrated the
crowd. lie seemed in haste, and,
looking round for the judge, who had
just left th Z bench, appeared disap-
pointed at not seeing him; but, OBJ
serving tina they were leading Joseph
Wien away, he remarked that he
ought to b Z searched, SO that what
ever might be found on his person
could be preserved as proof if. nee
essary.
You again, internal monk cried
he painter, finding himself exposed
o new Outrage through the medium
If his well-known prosecutor. The
search, how ever, being required by
aw, took place; everything was
,laced in the greflier's hands, and the
prisoner wa taken to the Concler-
,erie.
Three da ys of misery elapsed. A
ruel separation from her he loved, I
he loss of an ATTACHED Il friend, the I
respect Of a degrading trial-all
olnbined to torture him. There was
nut one chance of. safety: in break
ng the silence which alone caused /
declaring why he had
cen abroad at so early an hour.
'ut to make his story consistent, he /
lust name his companion; and i'm
risonment, dishonor, death, were
referable to that.
No, Marie,' he murmhred, rest in
eaee. An unworthy publicity shall
ever sully our pure affection |
ould, even could | do so, hide from
nee all / must suffer for thy sake,
} that no shadow of the torments
ndure should cast gloom DER thee
dim the lustre of thine eye,
mar thy sweet smilep
In. the world of love, cry from I
he heart generally meets with /;
orthy answer. While the prisoner
as still mllsng, q light step stole |
ong the vaulted corridor, the door ]
as softly opened, and woman
in a cloak placed a purse
the gaoler's hand and quickly en-
red.
Cruel one!' she said to the cap
We, who pressed her to his heart in
yfal surprise .Cr ruel one you S
new that [ would save you by say
g to your judges: AT the very {
,ur when this dreadful crime was a
he was far from the spot
ith nle-I who love him, and had |
him. You knew that, {
i'd yet you would mott
They seated themselves, hand In
md, on his bed of straw, The |
light rays Of a setting sun threw J
halo on the pale but love-beaming
ce of,the prisoner, and his COM
lnion's beautiful features, lit up by
le enthu usiastic devotion of her ,
cart.
Marie, Marie! how could you wish
!? to proclaim our meeting to the [