Daily evening star. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1852-1854, 1853-01-05

The following morning ss Nellie sat read
ing in her boudoir, servant ashered in the
singer of the night before. - s g.
sis your name Nellie Grays" she asked.
cit u.s." was the reply. ,ss.s-.
"Lady, will you listen calmly to mes''
asked the stranger, laying her hand on Mel,
lies arm. is naf: .gsxs< -
Nellie said eyes" xaos as.s-.-. -.
care you his wife p she whispered COM
pressing her lips. r.a .z...., r. 4,
81 am" Nellie trembled, she knew not
| why. '.e. -s.tr-
"Wedded?"
"What mean you, MADAME You are a
stranger ?" @
"What mean L? He has deceived you.
You are not lawfully welded 1 am his
wife, married not two years ago, in Spain.
See."
As she spoke, she laid before the grief
stricken Nellie the marriage certificate of
the marriage of Mordant Gray to Iona Con-
zales Nellie did not faint. She left the
house in company with Iona, and sought
her parents.
'Father, tell me, am I thy child yet?
May Iona
eyes, my own forever. Let the stranger
come"
AS he spoke the door opened and Iona
entered. She was very beautiful-the dark,
dazzling beauty of Spain.
She refused to tell her past life, and Mr..
Lane pressed her not. He was happy with
his child, happy with the stranger.
Hush! bend reverently. The White An
gel hath been busy. Shadowy fingers have
pressed the white brow and sealed the foun-
tain head of life. The death banner waves
over broken band. The young beloved
hath been hidden to the feast. Lo she
goeth, end who shall stay her step.
Sleep, young slumberer, in the still rest.
ed along thy path. There are stains and
marks on the harp, the rich gliding is
dimmed by tears.
Sleep Nellie!
List! amanly form bends DER the coffin.
He has come at the bidding of death. He
lifts his head and meets the gaze of flashing
eyes. The intruder is a woman tall and
graceful.
| Ha ?" she exclaimed, "Mordant Gray,
you here, Hast come to exult over the in
nocent form of your victim Nay, ye need
not shrink, my eyes are not like hers, that
ye cannot meet them. Look at her if you
will. She makes one more on thy list of
victims, one more, for whose every hour of
anguish, ye shall reap years Of woe. Go !
speak not
He did 60, and there rung after him q
peal of laughter, so wild and exhulting,
that it thrilled his very soul with fear.
Let him 60, as others of his cast 90,
while his brow is branded, his heart marked,
his very soul black with perjury; the shut
ting out of sunshine; the rendering of the
name of Virtue, curse to young, glad
hearts; the giver Of the innocent to a life
Of more than damning agony; the destroyer
of household harmony; the messenger of
woe in many merry home; he, who, at
the tribunal Of God, shall answer for the
souls they have corrupted.
Let him go, with the memory of wrong
ed and disgraced maiden, deserted wife
to follow him. Go, Mordant Gray, but
wan wasted face shall mirror in the depths
of thy wine cup, cold icy hands touch thine
at every turn. In the night hours, white
shadowy form shall stand by thy couch,
asking for that ye took but cannot return.
From the pages of thy book, in the flowers
cup eyes peer into thine, dark and cleaning.
Soft, blue eyes, which the death veil has
hid, look up to you in every place, dim eyes