Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1852-03-17

speedy deliverance from any relationship with 6
O drunkard! Capital Juliet shallIyet be y
nine, if treachery will efec: our nnbn. But
m TX me-, | must shape my face tofall occa-
slons;' hence, | will be as pious aa monk,
just to please Mrs. Meredith ha Cap
ital! Capitalr /:
Ralph was soon at home, chuckliHa6yer his !:
work OF ruin, while his victim, that hid learned
to regard him as a friend, was stretched on the
public highway, drunk and bleeding from a !,
frightful wound on his head :
John, the serving man, had occasi1Sto pass
along the Elstern wall Of the enclosed grounds
around the Mansion, and the friohtHk specta-
Gle in the road attracted his a~ften1on. IN az
few seconds he was at the side OF the Doctor.
He hastily turned him over and wiped the
rlottcd blood from his face. John recognized
him as the Doctor, and he broke the silence
with a Wild lament-1e supposed him dad
20! 0! acorpse! a corpse! Deaths hire
Why did he die? Why, O! why; he once
snatched me away from deaths claws-stood
between me and the gaping grave! He has
dled-why did he not save himself? O!
must die now! How horrible! Yes, when
death chases me again, there viii be no one 20
save me for the Doctor is dead dad and
A'ooO LFt NGC L OANO iptOA CAhb i
bedy-death loved i tool once was glad
when it WAS near me- now fear it-ear 1t
it is a corpse! Deaths gluttonous meal! How
dreadful! | will get me away for it is a
corpse, and | fear it O! o! my poor friend.
the Doctor is dead dead dead! His corpse
no; it moves-it sasps-it yawns- corpse
does not do that! Perhaps he is not so far yet
but he may hear my call. 'DocToR! Doc
TOR! He does not say AYE. but be surely is
not a corpse: yet, | will go lear him he sure
ly will not hurt me; for he is the Doctor and
| am john
With this the mysterious servant went to
where the poor being lay, and gently raised his
head from its CORY pillow and kindl! pressed
it to his bosom, bloody as it was, and called
| upon him to answer him if he was moi corpse.
TIE Doctor strained open his painful eyes, clog
) ged as they were with matted bloodand dirt,
and family whispered John! John, pity me!
The servant caught the offensive stencil of
the cause Of the Doctors accident on his hot
: breath, and as if it had been a nest OF poison
Gus vipers he dropped the head he held on its
bloody couch again, and run away towards the
, Mansion, crying at every bound
a Drunk! drunk drunk! Heavens, drunk?
He rushed into the parlor where Juliet and
Mrs. Meredith were sitting, and frightened
j them by his bloody breast and his terrified
looks and EXPLANATIONS:
: Drunk drunk God of Heavens, Juliet he
5 is drunk 7
| Another servant of the Mansion, who had
: been attracted to the spot where the Doctor
: lay by Johns wild lament, arrived there just as
John left, and had called help from the cook
) and they were leading the bleeding body Of
the Doctor. up the graveled walk towards the
a Mansion.
!: 1t was a bliss numbering thrust into the
s heart of poor Juliet, when the wreck of what
r she so fondly worshipped, was lain before her.
e Of late her mind had been tormented on his
i account a fierce and contentious warfare had
been struggling in her bosom, between hope
e and fear for the mastery, and now fear triumph
q ed as victor and trampled down the vanquish-
e ed hope. The anonymous Note of her 'devo-
Q ted friend,' so called, was proven true-horrid
n surmises were confirmed by indubitable evil
n dence; there lay the object of her love, her
; w~orship--the destroyed idol she had learned
Re to adore-there, helpless before her, drunk
and bleeding from his wounds
o In that one Wretched moment poor Juliet
was visited by bitter and crushing sorrow
her timid heart that had but lately felt corro-
s ding griefs' first ranking thorn. now ftlt it
wounded afresh by a thousand such, bleeding.
IS t~orturing it with unspeakable agony. Speech
t. forsook her; the tongue that had learned the
triIing song of love under the tuition of that
noble and heroic heart that la in beastIy humili-
N ty at her feet, now cleaved to her mouth with
dumb horror, as she surveyed the blasted
scenery of the bloody face of her adored-the
l. face on which once played the s~prightly and
J. dancing smile of loves pure and gIaddenine
ID beam! 0! how deep and frequent was tht
i'd agony of Juliet! Her worst fears were con
le irmed there lay her lover-her worship
IN one, who had claimed of her the gift of hel
er hand to be his forever; and now, noO befor,
her burning eyes, drunk! drunk! How ferc,
q: was the first storm Of sorrow visited upon tina
one gentle, loving and timid heart! How Sc
en- we're the trial tor a feeble one who had neve
at tasted a single wavelet of Mara's bitter-biHe
"a waters
With kind and benevolent hands the wido'
he and the cook washed the blood and sand froI
the face and eyes of the wretched Dulany an
nT tenderiy cleansed and dressed his wounds
He soon revived from his stupor, and fonn
TIL himself in the Mansion reclining on a soft sol
with Mrs. Meredith and others of the househo
icy ministering TO his comfort. His painful ey
met the sorrowing gaze of his Juliet, he sa
for the first time not and brinv tears chaisir
os- each other rapidly down the glowing chez
ed of bis be.oved, he saw her tear-clouded ey
'ith turned upon him, not in whitening gIances
DOR reproach but in pity, IN pity! A horrid r
red, Election OF the past whirled through his min
for and the unwelcome truth forced itself up
the him He saw it he had been drunk, d
] in graced, ruined! He turned from the sol
the melting scene of the bitter grief of her he Low
so deeply he fain would bid the turbuIe
DWn storm in her gentle bosom be still , he glad
/ OF would urge fond words of consoling balm J
how could he His own action was the ruii
demon that had turned loose the elements
nds that hope-destroying storm his own oisgra
k OF was the envenomed asp that was fixing its de;
t 50 y fans in the trembling heart of that idoliz
ring being that he had hoped ere long TO call his oV
o"t- all, all his ovn Jo%reuer! Then how could
fore counsel comfort and bid peace to the troubI
pam deep of that torm-tos heart? He could n
OBJ he begged Mrs. Meredith to send him aw
Yer, She done so she sent him to his Office.
rel left the Mansion as never before he left
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