Daily evening star. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1852-1854, 1853-08-18

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he had never experienced a want which
money could not supply, he imagined
that the case must be the same with
them, and accordingly he did not stop at
Misrepresentation, falsehood or perfidy
to triumph over virtuous poverty.
In private life, he moved in the first
circles for, besides being man of polished
education, his family was of the highest
respectability. andwith aristocratic vouno
ladies in the fashionable world, his little
foibles, as they were charitably disposed
to term them, only served to put the fin
ishing touch to his graces. With them
Mr.. Oakley was " a love of a man"-he
was '' so affable; so courteous, and so
d,stinsu could help liking him 2''
Oakley, viewed in the circle in which he
moved. was as the man with the carbun-
cled face had asserted, one of EN-, but
he was only known to one half the world.
Let us follow him from the race course to
his home-a magnificent building in Up
per Tendon" Here he will consult his
wardrobe, for his e sporting" dress is not
his drawing-room dress. His toilette
complete, let us accompany him to that
fashionable solree, All invitation to which
he has received: and there, to complete
the .cturc, let us leave him surrounded
by q beauty and fashion," wealth and
luxury, the observed of all observers"
Turn we now to
In small bedroom, in an humble b,,t
respectable dwelling, on the east side of
the city, pretty we'll up town, stretched
upon bed of pain, lies girl, apparently
about seventeen years of age. Her fea-
lures are evidently beautiful when at rest,
though they are now distorted by the
agony, which is fast sapping her young
life. The time is midnight, and there is
no one present with the sufferer save a
pale-looking. heart broken matron, and a
gray-haired man, who seems fairly wild
with grief. The Doctor has been there,
but he has just departed, and as he went
ont of the door, the last ray Of hope went
out from the hearts of that aged couple,
for he had told them that their daughter
must die. Poison-poison which she had
swallowed in secret, and which baffled all
medical skill, was eating up her vitals.
Mother said the dying girl, as she
experienced momentary relief from the
fire that was consuming her, g how late
is it?"
" Twelve o'clock, Ellie," is the answer,
given with choking utterance: do you
feel better, now, darling 2"
EYES, mother, much better-for [ feel
that [ shall soon be at rest [ thought
all would have been over, ere this
The old man S0bbed aloud.
"Don't cry, father" plaintively said
the sufferer, turning her eyes upon him
Il shall be much better there than |
would be here. ''Then after pause, dur
ing which an expression Of pain once
more settled upon her features and passed
away again, addressing her mother, she
continued: Il acted very wickedly in
taking the poison, but | was not in my
right mind when done it, and | hope
God will forgive me-do you think he
will, mother! [ am very penitent-in-
deed, indeed, lam. Pray for me, mother
And, dropping upon her knees beside the
bed, the mother, with streaming eyes. did
pray, long and fervently.
As the audible q Eamen ~ broke from
the lips of the grief-stricken father at the
termination of the heartfelt petition,
wan smile lit up the face of the girl, and
she murmured-
Il feel better now can realize that
| am not utterly lost. | would not have
taken the poison, but he TUNED my brain
by Offering me money in exchange for
love, and in that dreadful moment Satan
tempted me to swallow the fatal draught." !"
Again she paused, for over-exertion
had fatigued her. For moment nothing
could be heard but the stifed sobs of the
parents, and the deep breathing of the
dying penitent, when she whispered,
Mother, father, come -close-close
i feel that [ am dying, and [ would
fain kiss you both once again, ere all is
over: let me feel your breath upon my
cheek, as did when was pure and in
nocent. So, so; now, mother, will YOU
throw back the blinds g. The mother
fastened to comply with her wish.
gazed upon the sparkling jewels in the
in the robe of night angels eyes and
they are weeping for me; good-by, mother;
good-by, father Heaven fo-r-g-i-v-e
h-imh' And at the same hour that the
soul Of the Magdalen passed away, he
who effected her ruin was being toasted |
as the very prince of good fellows, by a
brilliant assemblage of the eiite of both |
sexes.
Now was not the man with the carbun- |
cled nose right when he said that Charles
Oakley was zone of 'em''e Whether he |
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