Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1852-01-28

Suddenly the latch of the garret dool
was lifted. The poor girl started to hei
feet with beating heart, expecting tc
behol9 her lover. But only ship-shod
servant appeared.
Here's letther, marm, as was left
with the mistrhess,' said the intruder
There's no answer
The blood went back to Ellen's heart,
and che stood stony and speechless, hol-
ding the enclosure till the servant had
disappeared. Then. with convulsive
movement she turned, deposited her slee-
ping child on its bed, and drawing near
to the chair on which burned her solitary
tallow candle, broke the seal.
For moment she gazed on the letter,
without opening it, her features working
convulsiyely but finally, with what SEEM
ed desperate effort, she unfolded the
sheet. Several bank notes, as she did it,
fluttered to the ground.
But she took no notice of them, for she
was already devouring the words, as if,
having once begun, she would know the
worst as soon as possible.
We will not quote the letter. Howard
Stanley, though he had almost forgotten
Ellen, felt keen renorse on reading her
pathetic narrative. His first impulse was
to see her, but, as among other maxims
to which he had been educated, he had
been taught never to act in matter of
feeling, until he had slept on it, he defer
red decision till the next day. The re-
suit was letter, in which he announced
as tenderly as possible, that he could new
er see his victim again. He concluded
by enclosing a considerable sum of money
which he had obtained, that day, at great
sacrifices to himself
When Ellen had finished this cruel epis-
tie, she sat, for several minutes, like one
bewildered. A single fell blow had shat
tered into ruins the edifce of her love, of
her reputation, and of her hopes for her
child and, as yet, she could scarcely re-
alize the lifelong disaster. Her thoughts
were first of her boy.
He does not say a word of baby she
at last. He cares little for
me, but none for darling And at this
thought she burst into flood of tears
'Oh! precious, precious treasure she
continued, historically, snatching it to her
breast. and waking it with her convulsiye
embraces, che casts you off, he dooms
you to shame. Better for both of u.s.
she cried, with sudden gust of despair,
.ifWe had not been born
The babe, frightened, began to cry,
and partly to soothe it. partly impclled
by the tenderness of her soul, the mother
paced the room, now addressing terms of
endearment to her child, now venting her
despair, and now bitterly cursing her own
past folly and the selfish cruelty of her
betrayer. Gradually her demeanor be-
came almost frantic.
Money y she said, at last, pausing be-
fore the chair, and spurning the notes that
lay on the floor. He sends me money
as salvc for my wrongsp And. burst
ing into laugh of bitter irony, she con-
tinued. While l was suffering bodily
agony, shame and starvation, and all for
him, he was pleasure seeking in Europe,
forgetful of me: and now he sends me
money to restore to me my virtue and to
give my boy an honorable name. God
curse him, she cried, stamping her foot,
her eyes flashing with sudden and almost
maniacal fury. L will have none of his
money. will die in the streets sooner.
And she hissed the words between hel
clenched teeth.
All at once she seemed to have formed
resolution, for her features, but now
working convulsively, became rigid with
an infiexible firmness. She placed hel
babe silently on the bed, and, unmindful
ofits screams, gathered up the bank notes,
re-cnclosed them, and left the room
She was gone less than FIVE minutes
and when she returned, that rigid look
was still on her face but now it had set.
tied into frightful calm, that suggested
irresistibly the idea of insanity.
She advanced at once to her infant
however, took it up, soothed it with ca
resscs, offered it what meagre sustenance
she had, and, as it nestled to her bosom
crooned it to sleep with nursery rhymes
But when the infant slumbered she re.
turned to her wrongs, only her words now
were like those of one crazed.
i have sent the money back, baby,
she said, as she softly laid the child OF
the bed, and now we have not cen
in the wide, wide worll. We owe rem
here which we cannot pay either She
started up suddenly, for she had at first
sat down on the bedside, and continued
speaking brokenly and at intervals. But
the storm outside is filter for you and m'
both, baby. You won't mind the rair
with mother, will you? We will goforth
The world casts us out. You have nt
home now but your mothers BOSOM
You are Ishmael and am Hsgar.' laugh
ing bitterly. oh how sad was that era
zed laugh. Come, let us go, baby
We have staid too long already
All the while that she had been speak
ing, since she rose from the bed side, he
preparations for departure had been go
ing on. Opening her trunk, she had re
moved her scanty wardrobe which sh'
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