Litchfield enquirer., 1853-05-26

tOtS"Ke nIms Let me 20 10 hlmp t0tneT. Marion said the old man. he will be sentenced to afelon's cell; there is no escape for him. When that takes place the law frees you. Would you disgrace your boy? Gone back to your child hoods home. and forget him-'tis your duty. He is unworthy of your love or mine. If not, said the old man. mark ing her compressed lip and heightened color. If not
 What then 2 said Marion. calmly.
 You are no child of mine,' said the irritased old man.
 God help me then.' said Marion, 'for I will never leave nor forsake him.
 1t was a sight to move the stoutest heart; that fair, delicate woman in the felon's cell. Walter started to his feet, but he did not advance to meet her. There was but little need her arms were about his neck-her head upon his breast. Once or twice he essayed to speak. but her hand was on lis lips she would not hear, even from his o~n- -aaestl,, tluat he had fallen. The old jailor. stony hearted as he was, drew his coat-sleeve across his eyes as he closed the door upon them.
 Some fiend from hell tempted me- said the wretched man at last, but the law frees you from me. Marion,' said he bitterly.
 Yours till dsath ? whispered the weeping wife.
 God bless your noble heart, Marion 1! now can bear my punishment If death loves shining mark" so does malice. Every petty underling who owed Walter Clay grudge took this opportunity te pay the debt. The past was ransacked for all the little minutise of his history, dark hints and innuendoes were thrown out to prejudice still more the public mind. There were cowarily stabs in the dark, from puslanimous villains, who would have been livid with fear, had their victim been free to face them. Even the sacredness of the wif.'s sorrow was obtruded upon. and there was the usual number of those sagacious people. who shook their empty heads and always expected he would turn out just so those who held their heads so high, generally did, First and foremost were these Good Samaritans, at the trial. noticing every fitting expression of the prisoner's face, and only wishing it were in their power 10 prolong his acute sufo fering and their exquisite enjoyment months instead of hours. Good enc ugh for him. was their final doxology, when the verdict of Guilty was rendered It will take his pride down pegr Ob, most Pharasaical censors who shall say that with equal opportunity and tempta- ton. your vaunted virtue would have better stood the test?
 'The worst is over now, said Walter, as Marion bathed his temples. I will strive to bear the rest, since you do not desert me, Marion; but Netlie, poor in> nocent!' and the strong man bowed his head and wept, at the heritage of shame for that brave boy:
 Ard so days and weeks and months dragged their slow length along to the divided pair. He. in the livery of igno- miuy, bearing his sentence as best he might, among the desperate and degra. ded <; experiencing every moment a re- finement of torment of wkich their dull intellects and deadened sensibilities knew nothing. She, pointed out as the felon's wife. by the rude crowd: shrinking nervously from notice trembling at tho apprehension of insult, as she toiled on heroically day by day for her daily bread.
 Whence came that quiet dignity with which Walter Clay exacted quiet respect even from his jailcrs? An there was a true heart beating for him outside those prison walls. Nightly was he remem' bered in her prayers daily she taught their boy. even now to lisp his fathers name. Like music to his ear was that light footstep echoing through the gloomy corridor to his cell. TenderIy those arms were tvined around his neck -sacred and true were the holy words with which she cheered his sinking spirit. Hopefully she painted the future, when in some home beyond the seas, he should yet be tbe happier for being so chastened by sorrow. and where no malicious tongue should remind him of his tempta- ton or his fall. Sweetly upon his ear fell those soothing words, fret uttered by sacred lips. Co and sia no more.' He was not Degraded even there and thus. while he could hold up his head and boast of a love 90 devoted. so pure and holy
 The hour of emancipation came at last and Walter Gay stepped forth under the blue sky. once more a free man. and in the little room where the heroic wife had suffered and toilsd. .she once more clasped her husband to her breast.
 And Nettie-w where is he 2 ssid the joyful father. Where's Nettie 2 l '0n the SayiOrs hosom,' said Msrion. with choking voice. | 'Dead? And have you buried this sad