The Woodville Republican, and Wilkinson advertiser. (Woodville, Miss.) 1853-18??, 1853-04-12

AZ Vas IINlhg slOfm MI Jones ConcIu-
ded to dine at a restaurant instead Of return
ing home, He had Just seated himself and
given orders to the obsequious waiter, when
his attention was attracted by the converse
ton of two gentlemen near him,
"Kaye you seen la belle Edith, since her
marriage, Harry ~
"No; | feel too much vexed with her
Such splendid specimen of flesh and blood
to marry such an idiot, all for foolish quar-
rel with Ainslie Younever saw sueha a wreck
as it has made of him. However, she is well
punished for all her consumate tact and effort
to keep up appearances it is plain that she is
the most miserable woman in existence, as Mr.
Jefferson Jones, whom have never seen, might
perceive, if he wasn't, as all the world says,
the very prince of donkeys."
Jones seized his hat and rushed in the open
air, tugging at his neck-tie as if he was ohok-
ing. Six times he went ike comet round
the square; then, setting his beaver down over
his eyes in very prophetic manner, he turn
ed his footsteps deliberately homeward. 1t
was but the deeeitful calm before the whirl-
wind.
He found Edith, calm, pale, and selfpos-
sessed, as usual. He was quite as much SO
himself; even went SO far as to compliment
her on a eoquettish little Jacket that fitted her
rounded figure so charmingly.
I'm thinking of taking a short journey,
Edith" said he, seating himself by her side,
and playing with the siIken cord and tassels
about her waist GAS it is wholly business
trip, it would hamper me to take you with me,
but yoaW hear from me. Meanwhile, you
know how to amuse yourself; hey, Edith I"
lie looked searching in her face. There
was no conscious blush, no change of express
sion, tremor Of the frame lie might as vel
have addressed a marble statue,
Mr.. Jefferson Jones was posed Well, h,
bade hero of his characteristic adeus; anC
when the door closed, Edith felt as il noun
tain weight had been lifted off her heart
There was but one course for her to pursue
She knew it she had already marked it out
She would deny herself to all visitors; woulC
not 90 abroad till her husbands return. Sh,
was strong in her purpose; there should be ne
door left open for busy scandal to enter. Q
Ainslie she knew nothing, save that lette
reached her from him after her marriage
which she returned unopened.
And as she wandered restlessly through
those splendid rooms, and tried, by this self
inflicted penance, to atone for the affection o
her heart. She did take the guitar ole
songs they had sung together, came unbiddel
to her lip; that book too, they had read. Oh
it was all misery turn where she mould
Day after day passed by--no letter from
Mr. Jones' The time had already passed BY
that was fixed upon for his return, and Edith
nervous from close confinement and the weary
inward struggle, started like frightened birt
at every football.
1t came at last, the letter, sealed with black
He had been accidentally drowned-his ha
was found-all search for his body had beer
unavailing"
Edith was no hypocrite She could no
mourn for him, save in the outward garb o
woe; but now that he is dead, conscience die
its office. She had not in the eye Of thu
world, been untrue; but there is an eye ha
searches that scans thoughts as well as ac
tons.
Ainsie was just starting for the continen
by order of a physician, when the news reach
ed him. A brief time he gave to decorum
and then they met 1t is needless to say
what that meeting was. Days and month
of wretchedness were forgotten like SOM
dreadful dream. She was again his own Edith
sorrowing, repentant and happy!
They were sitting together, one evening
Edith's hand was upon his shoulder, and he
face radiant as a seraph's, They were speak
ing of their future home
"Any spot on the wide world but this dea
Ainslie. Take me away from these painful
associations"
"Say you SO, pretty Edith" said wei
known voice. III but tried that faithful hear
of youas to prove i'll Pity to turn such
pretty comedy into tragedy; but | happel
to be manager here, young man !" said Nh
Jones, turning fercely towards the horror
struck Ainslie.
The revulsion was too dreadful. Edith sur
vived but week Ainslie became hopelessl.
insane.
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