Litchfield enquirer., 1853-09-22

WtSu V uSbAS 4Onv eAtOUS oatC Cs0pksSA stys hands, and broke into the widest grief,
 'l'll never % home-it'll kill moth6ra The little children shall never think they had a thief for sister; and as for Wil5 liam-God help mel we were going b be married soOn--and I was so happy !; but can't meet his gaze now--I can't prove anything--I was in the dressing room; I did ask Miss Lena what did the pretty thing coat, and when she said five hundred dollars. did say Oh how nice it would be to have allthat money O, pm ruined d--I'm ruinedl Mother. did I leave home for this 2
 Away, in the dark night has that poor girl gone--the burden of suspicion crushing her life out. On. on she hur- ries- -she so fearful of the dark. she who had nurssd hundred idle little sus perstitions of ghosts and fairies. Nigh. with it's cloudy arms. welcomes her new. and covers her innocent shame from the sight of even inanimate things by the wayside. a a
 CHAPTER III.
 Mrs. Lucy's compliments ma'an, and here is the bracelet Miss Lena wore. She heard she had lost it. ma'am, but hadn't no idea it was in her house--bpt it got dropped between the cushions on the sofa. she expects. and she's very elsd she found it ma a'am. for Miss Lena felt so bad
 'That poor child was Mrs. Alleys first exclamation as she took the parcel mechanically. and returning to her room placed it upon her toilet table have almost broke her heart, I have sent her away despairing l shall never forgive myself as es''@ ,si'
 And her own daughter deceived her thus? The thought was death to her fond hopes. She throw the, baubieson her dressing table, and sat down oyef~ whelmed with distress. Her first thought was 10 w,i,e to Lena, her second to in- form poor Mary hv letter as soon as pos- sible, and she had just seated herself for the latter purpose. when hurried knock startled her. exclaiming with a startling voice and manner, 'Mrs. Alley, for Gods sake, where have you sent my child? I heard nothing from her; l came to see if she was sick, and the servants tell me that she is gone--gone where? Tell me, or shall go crazyl'
 Her distress was fearful. when shshad listened to Mrs. Alleys broken sentences of self accusation. --s- A.-s.s3.. --r ! 'Where shall I go? where shell I fnd my poor ch;ld l Oh. Mrs. Alley. hold you responsible for the life of my poor girl. And sl.e had such diend of the {. iail-snd she hadn't any courage at afl l Where shall find my poor child7 Oh, Ma,yl where are you P @ Iii fearful ting to charge the in nocent unius,ly-to listen not to the prayers of the helpless--to judge with harshness those who have none to plead their cause.
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 'Why, Lena you look like ghost. An hour ago your cheeks were red as roses. What is the matter. my petite cousin 7 Lena made no answer {; and her face assumed a deadlier hue, as she pointed to single paragraph. N 'IAave found the bracelet. but 4 feas its Joss and your deception haue caused tse deoth of poor Mary Gree. No Eody knows where she is. we have been search I ing for two days; ard have come to th, conclusion that she has destroyed her lifi through fear. My child what an awfn lesson is this r
 The evil counsellor kept silent. Sht dared not reply when charged with temp 1 ting her 10 wear the bracelet, and ther to cover her fault. In an hour Lena va ready and on her way home. Early nex' morning she vas driving through thich woods. The san slept red and warm on the wayside flowers. The birds sang as # they were singing the first jubilee song of creation. Everything seemed happy and holy, hut that young heart.
 She had reached within a mile of he' mothers house. when9a haggafd fact passed close by the carriage. She knes it. It vas poor Mary 5 lover and dead ly faintness dimmed her vision. as or looking back she saw him crouching for ward and beating his forshead. as if ii great agony and nster despair.
 Other voices were heard, end tramp O many feet. And they bore near th' carriage that slackened in speed al the mournfuI group passed by. . linn dead body. It was poor Mary! Sh' had perished in the woods. victim t' angry saspisiOn and . " "hsrmIess sOhit fis z" N.
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