The Santa Fe weekly gazette. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.T. [i.e. N.M.]) 1851-1854, 1852-11-13

creatures lhal ne mad saught red and that had lett
him a murderer-then woulG he seize his glass,
drink of the fiery wine, grow for time frenzled
ill fresh group Of folly .and vice closed round
him, and on went the bachanal, the prodgal, thro'
the phases Of his career, like amadman welcoming
the spirits that tortured him.
Like a pale and fading lily, 80 grew Emmene
now. She seemed 10 have heard her knell, 10 have
known her fate, and to have resigned herself 10 its
nexorable DEGREES. She excused him, and she
pardoned him, but no hope, no imaginative faculty
could make her believe that sha was loved no more
by one who had now for so long time forgotten
her-by one who had forgotten The troth-plight,
the day Of the marriage, his horne, friends and all,
At last no letters came, and gulfof time and OBJ
iyion began to meet itself gradually between him
and them. Nearer to the brin's Of the everlasting
pit, able to glance down its horrible sides, and to
It's fathomless depths of horror and despair, The
victim appeared TO have been led There is but
one way to save such man, and that the rudest
Of all. TO main, TO wound 1og-anything is
the only method Of arousing hul out Of this fright
full sleep.
At last, full Of anxlety end dread, his father
sought him and found him--in 10 company Of The
dazzling harpy: and then for tie first time did the
tcmptress--now turned into tqess--know that
there was guardian angel, az Emmene living,
one perhaps that might step in between her and
her present idol-the young, The rich, the hand
some, the plastic liberal fool, that showered gold
at her feet, clad her in silks, and loved her as if
h9asere maniac, and this love his ruling passion
Harted. The father and the son were left
Falone tSgether
How changed had Horace grown. The grace Of
his early innocence had fled. The kind nature had
become fierce and impulsive. The gray hairs Of
his father inspired him with fear and dread, instead
Of reverence or love. The old man said,
"Emmeline is dying, Horace, will you not see
her before she passes away9 The heart Of your
mother is breaking, my SON; will you not 60 and
close her eyes?' These words woke up his feel
ings. In one stormy burst Of anguish and tears
the fettes of vice were broken asOnder. He knelt
in abasement and tears. If Fmmeline should die,
what would he be-what would he think Of him
self
! He received letter from the actress the next
r day. II was bitter, mocling, ard scornful. II
laughed at hint nsuted him. 1t called him
I child and fool. And the brilliant baseness had
robbed him of jewels, money-everything that her
rapacious hands could touch. She knew thai
Horace had high sense of honor. She knew thai
, such thing existed, by rumor, herself; poor
wretch, the perfume Of her innocence, the remem-
brance Of her days Of honor, was SO blighted the
former, the latter SO distant, that she scarcely be.
q lieved she had ever been pure; and she said, ~
' can keep all have taken, with mpunity, for he
a will not prosecute me. | need dread no police
i. but will make myself secure, Notwithstanding
d But she had reckoned wrongly.
|, Horace was robbed, and would have borne it
She nsulted him, and it reused bis anger. Before
4 two days she was in prison beating hemp. The
y gay beauty was dedled with disgrace. She hat
' already become polluted by vice. Horace coal
e trasted the two women together, FelictS, the ac
: ress, and Emmcne. 0, God, how his hear
ached under the insult he had offered the dove tha
had sought for shelter IN his heart. His fathe
a wisely left him 10 remorse and tears. He though
I itwould be better to leave him 10 himself.
5 "Will you return, HoracePn he asked him I
i few days after.
: "Wherefore, my father?" demanded Horace
glOomily.
"IIave you forgotten your troth-plight~ wa
the question that followed, and it Jared upon th
heart Of the young man who had been so rudell
l. treated by his own passions, as il moral cleo
;, tricity had gone through bis being.
"she says, Horace that when the SHOWS Of TIL
q winter fall they will slroud her. Before the mex
h spring comes the grass will grow on her grave
d Will you. not look into her forgiying eyes belor
IS they close toyou for everS"
. The balance trembled, but the last word decide
II him. They were pregnant with asOlemn nearing
e and as soemnly did he comprehend it.
'e HIwil 2 he said; and went.
Day after day, and night after night, he sat b
Emmeline's side. The SHOWS fell, and she live
: on: The spring came, and she gathered strength
!, while the roses once more came to her cheeks
!, With the strong, glowing summer, she was stront
= too; and then the SILENT blissful hope came to hi
!, heart that his mother and Emmene might yet b
!. spared to him.
. With the repentance Of Horace, who had sui
fered much and expiated his sins with agony, bi
ter as salt tears and bruised soul could wrin
! ! froIyhim, came health Of body and peace Of min
~ to Einmeline and the day on which she rest,
n her head on the bosom Of her husband, she sal
= q am happy now, my own Horace. The shade
!, that came is gone. Blessed be God that sends Il
= calm sunshine and the sweet rain after storm ar
y tempest We will never part more"
o "Never," said Horace, "tll The grave parts u