The Planters' banner. [volume] (Franklin, Attakapas Co., Lou.) 1849-1872, 1853-12-22

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Jane! Jane +! stop, for my sake stop
I'll never say an unkind word to yo
again as long as live! Oh, [ deserv
all this, with my ferocious temper! I
you don't make haste, you slow-foote.
raScals, I'll take the skin off every on,
OF your backs! heel it for your lives
III give any Of you a hundred dollars
If you will bring your mistress bach
safe! Oh, mercy! what shall | do p
what shall | do? Oh, Jane, my dearly
beloved, Fve murdered you Run, YOU
devils! If you lethe get to the creek,
I'll Kill every scoundrel of youl Oh,
Lordy! oh Lordy! what beast am,
to treat the best woman on the earth SO
bad! Oh, Lordy! oh, Lordy, Pll die,
tool I'll die toon
And here his ntfarance was choked
hE ba A. fffastafe aetaatfe hAEss's gEss safe! She's safe
Jem and Tom have caught her, and
are bringing back my dear missism ex
claimed Lucy, the maid, clapping her
hands and dancing with affected de-
light.
Leaning on the shoulders of the two
negroes who had caught her, the man.
lac wife now slowly retraced her steps
10 the house. As soon as she entered
the yard, she saw her husband lying on
the ground, with his face on the earth,
and sobbing as if his heart would burst.
The first impulse was 10 run to him,
confess the deceit and ask his pardon,
but moments reflection told her that
this was the crisis of the stratagem.
Directing the negroes 10 lead her to-
wards her husband, she slowly kneeled
at his side, and laying her hand upon
his head, while she affected the most
perfect Ignorance, she said, in her SOFT
est accents:
why, what is the matter, my dear?
What makes you cry 500 Are you i'll I?
Has anything happenede Speak TO
me, my dear"
"Oh. I've murdered you, Jane; Eve
killed the best woman on the earth."
sobbed the wretched man.
Murdered me! Tom, has any thing
happened to your MASTER" inquired
the lady.
Nothing as l knows on, missis.-
Only master was scared for you, seeing
as how now you was -"
A sign from the mistress cut short
the negro's reply, and turning to her
husband, she said
Rise up. my dear, and speak to
me-"
Doing as he was bid. McGrath slowly
turned and raised himself partially on
his elbow. Gazing for moment on
tue rnilu Tace Or his= =rsifo, amt ti-o.- -
her disheveIIed hair and torn garments,
he suddenly fell before her on his
knees. and seizing her hand, kissed It
with all the fervency of the deepest
devotion.
"Jane, my dearest Jane," he ex-
claimed passionately, as he gazed in
her face, while the tears streamed
down his cheeks, and her countenance
changed with its varying emotion, "my
own noble, sweet wife, | have nearly
killed you by my ferocious temper, and
now here swear TO you that I'll never IN
duIge it again so long as we both live.
Pardon me, my dear wife, you shall ne
We: have cause for anguish again from
meo
With face averied to hide the tears
that were flowing, the triumphant wife
took her husbands hand, and they en-
tered the house in perfect silence.
From that time McGrath was an al
tered man. 1t most have cost him
great effort to subdue his stubborn
temper, but recollection of that days
miseries and frightful anguish always
taught him that little concession and
trifing self-restraint were the certain
causes and the snrest Safeguards OF
that pnrest of all enjoyment, the hap
piness of home.