Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1852-04-07

The Colonel picked 1t up, ana held IL
by its lifeless fingers. 1t was still warm,
and dripping with blood. 1t had been
cut off just at the wrist.
Suddenly, the Colonel turned pale
Wrapping the member in his handker
chief, he seized the light, and rushed up
stairs.
"For Heavens sake" he cried with
strange agitation, tell me if you know
this ! 1t is no time to stand upon cere-
mony. Look!"
And totally regardless of the effect the
horrid sight might have on his wife, the
Colonel, in his agitation, threw aside the
folds of his handkerchief, and revealed
the hard.
Mrs. H. started back with horror But
in an instant, turning deadly pale, she
bent eagerly forward, gazed a moment at
the hand, and, with shrek, fell lifeless
on the floor.
The Colonel rushed out, and met Jones
on the stairs.
Raise no alarm he said, in a husky
tone. Go and saddle my horse. and
bring him to the door. Quick
AS soon as Jones had disappeared, the
Colonel went out to see if he could dis
cover any trace of the robbcr. There
was nothing left but blood, which had
gushed out in the grass like rain. The
robber was gone.
Mounting his horse, and again telling
Jones 10 alarm no one, the Colonel rode
to the Hotel.
And laundering at the door, some min
utes, he succeeded in bringing waiter
who admitted him, staring in stupid won
der, to see young Morgan's father arrive
at such time, and with 30 CHASTITY a
face.
is Morgan H. within . demanded the
Colonel.
Il think he is. saw him here in the
evening WAS the reply. 'Shall go up
and see p
Show me his ROOM said the Colonel,
striding into the hall.
The waiter preceded him up stairs
Hearing a suppressed groan he looked
around The ColonePs hand was pressed
upon his brow, and his eye fixed upon q
dark spot ON the floor.
What is that?' asked the waiter. /:
Go onl on Z muttered the Colonel, in
so savage and husky voice, that it had
about the same effect as = sharp bayonet,
in sending the waiter forward.
They reached the door of Morgan's
room. The Colonel wrung the door with
his iron hand, but the latch did not yield.
Then with his fist he Numbered on the
panel.
No sound came from within.
He is not in suggested the waiter.
With a rapid movement, the Colonel
held the lamp to the key-hole. The point
of the key was visible The door was
locked from the inside.
Leave me- commanded the Colonel,
turning to the waiter.
Then placing his mouth near the door,
he said, Morgan am alone-let me in.
1t is your father that speaks =
At that moment, short conclusion,
like the report of pistol, sounded within
the room. Then some heavy body fell to
the floor.
The Colonel staggered against the ban
ister; and the waiter who was watching
him below, ran up, crying murder, think
ing he was shot.
Hush p said the Colonel, in calm
voice, standing erect, as pale as death, be-
fore the waiter. Go for an axe or bar. |
In few moments tho lock was forced,
and the Colonel, followed by the landlord
and others, rushed into the room. There !
was human body extended on the floor,
which was covered with blood.
Horrorp calculated the waiter, che
has cut off his right handP
And blown out his brains ! added the |
landlord.
The Colonel looked at the CHASTITY, dis
torted face. 1t was that of his only son.
He was a corpse
Everybody thought the calamity would
kill Mrs. H., but you see her now, a fee
BILE, sorrow stricken woman, who never
leaves her room, except to visit the grave
of the suicide.
The Colonel is different man. Since
the tragedy, he has never been seen to
smile. He stands like withcred oak,
dry and stiff, yet strong in his decay.
We rode to the burying ground. We
would have entered and looked at the
tombstone ofthe erring youth, but 1 shrank
from disturbing the contemplation of the
mourners.
Mrs H. was over the marble slab, and
shedding tears which ran down her thin
lace like rain. The Colonel stood near by,
crect--his arms folded on his chest, and
his cold grey eyes fixed on the grave with
a look of speechless grief. We left them
alone with the dead.
THE BARON AND HIS NEPHEW.
\ BY THE AUTHOR OF THE " WIDOW OF BRuoIs."
A notable German Baron was Herr
Adolphe Won Helmsted, kind hearted,
merry little man, who laughed from morn
ing till night, and whose mirth was so
contagious that all within the sound and
influence of it laughed also The Baron
had fair castle, with deep thick woods
surrounding it and he Gould stand ON a