The Nevada journal., 1852-02-14

all beautiful and accomplished. I'll
!, names were Mary, Adelaide and n
y define. am far enough past the
e of enthusiasm, but never can for
k the beauty Of the young girls. Nj
e was the youngest, and fairer hair
d more laughing damsel never dand
: upon the green. Adelaide, who v
t few years older, was dark haired
! pensive; but of the three Madcl
1 the eldest, possessed the most fl
spirit, cultivation and intellectual
Their father, a man of taste and ed
cation, and being somewhat above
vulgar prejudices, permitted the Wis
Of the hero of my story. Still he q
not encourage the affection he foul
springing up between Mary and 4
poet. When, however, he found III
her affections were engaged he did N
withhold his consent to their marriad
and the recluse bore to his mansi@
the young bride of his affections. {.
sir, the house assumed new appea
ance within and without.
"Roses bloomed in the garden, ia
mines peeped through the lattices, ar
the field about it smiled with the
fects of careful cultivation. LighI
were seen in the little parlor in y
evening; and many time would
passenger pause by the garden ga
to listen to strains of the sweetest mi
sic breathed by choral voices from th
cottage. If the mysterious studen
and wife had been neglected by tn
neighbors what cared they? Thei
enduring mutual affections made thei
home little paradise. But deaf
came to Eden. Mary suddenly fe
sick, and after few hosrs illness, die
in the arms of her husband and he |
sister Madeline. This was the stu
dents second heavy affliction.
"Hence his only solace was to 81
with the sisters of the deceased and
talk Of the lost one. To Adelaide Id
offered his widowed heart. The bri
dal was not one of revelry and mirtf
Yet they lived happily, and the ros
as ain blossomed in the garden b.
it seemed as if fatality pursued thi
singular man. When the rose witherI
ed apd the leaf fell, in the mellow
autumn Of the year, Adelaide tee]
sickened and died like her sister, in
the arms of her husband and Madeline
Perhaps You will think it strange,
young man, that after all, the wretch
ed survivor stood again at the altar.
Madeline, l well remember her. She
was beauty in the true sense of the
word--she might have sat upon a
throne, and the most loyal subject, the
proudest peer, had sworn the blood
in her veins descended from hun
dred kings. She loved the widowed
and she welded him
They were married in that church.
1t was on summer afternoon--I re-
collect it well. During the ceremony,
the blacklist cloud l ever saw over
spread the heavens, and the moment
this bride pronounced her vow, a clap
of thunder shook the building to the
centre. All.the females shrieked, but
the bride herself made the response
with steady voice, and her eye slis-
tened with wild fire as she gazed
upon her bridegroom. When arrived
at her house she sunk upon the thres,
hold but this was the timidity of the
maiden.
When they we're alone he clasped
her hand, and it was as cold as ice ,
He looked into her face Maiden,
said he, what means this ? Your
check is as pale as your wedding
gown The bride uttered frantic
shrek. MY wedding gown.' ex-
claimed she, mo, no-this is my sis
ter's shroud The hour of confession
has arrived. II is God that impels
me to speak. To win you lost my
own soul Yes, yes-I am a murder
ess! She smiled on me in the Joyous
affection of her young heert, but |
gave her the fatal drug. Adaline
twined her white arms around my
neck, but | administered the poison
Take me to YOUR arms; / have 10:
my soul for you, and mine you mu
be
"And then," continued he in ho '
low voice, "at that moment came the
thunder, and the guilty woman fell
dead on the floor !" The countenance
of the narrator expressed all he felt.
And the bridegroom Z" asked !,
the husband of the destroyer and the
victim, what became of him Z"
He stands before you!" was the
thrilling answer.
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