The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1853-11-16

lin him; but he restrained himself and il
as calm a tone as he could assume, said
l"Come down. want to speak with you
Without the slightest hesitation of en-
Ibarrassment, Bailey came down. and fol
lowed him out into an avenue of trees
which led up to the house. The only
lquestion he asked was-s'is the man
dead"
"Come on. and I will tell you," answer
ed the other; and when they had got some
hundred yards from the house, he sudden
ly turned, and struck Bailey violent blow
on the face, exclaiming. "Villian and
scoundrel! give me instant satisfaction fol
what you have done this night. There's
a pistol. No words; for by either you
or do not quitthis ground alive!"
Bailey attempted to speak; but the Other
would not hear him, and struck him again
with the butt end OF the pistol. The young
mans blood was aroused. He snatched
the weapon from his hand. and retired a
few PAGES into the full moonlight, Elliot
gave the words, Zone. two, three,' and
the pistols were fired almost al the same
moment.
The next morning at an early hour, Mrs
Elliot now very i'll. said to her daughter
who had been watching by her bedside all
night. II wish. my dear child you would
send some one to Mr. Bailey. to say de
sire to speak with him. After what pas
sed between us three the day before yes
terday, am sure he will willingly relieve
u mothers anxiety, and let me see you
united to him before die. 1t must be very
speedy, Emma; for my hours are drawing
10 close, and fear cannot even be pro-
tracted till your dear brother can be sen,
for.''
Emma Elliot gazed at her mother for a
moment with fearful eyes, and then an
swered, as cslmly as she could, 81 can
call him myself, mamma. lie sleeps in
my old room now, since the wind blew
down the chimney Of that he had for
merly."
mo, send one Of the servants" said
her mother; and in q few minutes after.
| Mr.. Bailey was in the room. lie was a
man Of kind hesrt. and generous feel
ings, and but tine slightest shade Of hesi-
tation in the world was visible in the con.
sent he gave TO an Immediate union with
Emma Elliot; but both she and her moth
er remarked that he was deadly pale.
The laws of England were not so strict
in those times as they are now ia regard
TO marriage The clergyman house was
no, mere than a stones throw from the
widows dwelling, and the priest was sum-
moned aud came
I'll is strange he said. 'Mr Bailey"
Just before the ceremony. ..As | walk
ed up the avenue, saw great pool OF
,hleo;l.'. 3.zs..,.Al-....
'.Nelhing elsei" asked Mr. Bailey with
a s,range and bewildered look.
There we're poachers out last night,
said the old hoase-keeper, who had been
brought into the room as ope Of the wit
nesses; "for heard two shots very close
to the house,"
Never was joyful ceremony more mel
ancholy-in the presence of the dying
with the memory of the dead. After i,
| was over. one little circumstances after
another occurred to arouse fears and sus.
| picions. A strange hired horse was found
in the stable. Then came the news from
Cambridge that young Elliot had set out
the night before. no one knew whittier
Then two pistols were found in the grass
by the side of the avenue. Then drops
of blood, and staggering steps were traced
across the grass court TO small shrubbe-
ry which led to the back of the house, and
there the dead body Of the son and brother
was found, lying on his face, as if he had
fallen forward in attempting to reach a
door in the rear of the building.
Mrs. Elliot died that night, without hav-
ing heard of her sons fate. Investigations
followed; every inquiry was made. and q
4 coroner's jury was summoned. They re.
turned what they called an open verdict
aud the matter passed away from the
minds Of the general public.
But there was one who remembered It
There was one upon whose mind it wore
and fretted like rust upon keen sword
blade. His home was bright and cheer
full; his wife was fond, faithful. and lovely
beautiful children grew up around his path
like flowers; riches were his, and worldly
honors fell thick upon him; but day BY
day he grew sterner and more sad; day
by day the cloud and the shadow encom
passed him more densely. Of his chill
dren he was passionately fond; and hi.
wife--oh, how terribly he loved her! Hap
py Tor him, she was not like many women
like to many, whom affection spoils, whom
tenderness hardens. who learn to exact ir
proportion to that which is given, and wht
when the utmost is done, still. like thu
horse leech's daughters. cry more
!, more!'' He adored, he idolized her
). Her lightest wish, her idlest fancy-he
,3caprices, if she had any-were all graft
fled as soon as they were formed. Oppo
] sition to her will, seemed to him an OF
J fence, and disobedience to her lightes
, command, by any OF her household, wa
Immediately checked or punished. Wa
+. he making retribution? Was he trying t
} atonea Was he seeking TO compensat
! for q great injury? God only knows
But happy. happy for him that Emm
Bailey was not like other women; tha
! spelling could not spoil her; that indul
gence had no debasing effect.
Still he grew more sad. 1t might b
that every time he held her to his hear
. he remembered that he had slain her broth
+ or. II might be, that when she gazed int
y his eyes, with looks Of undiminished Low
}, and confidence. he felt that there was
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