Daily evening star. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1852-1854, 1853-05-06
D. c., FRIDAY, MAY 6. 1853.

ent as she looked. bewitching as she knew
herself, she was startled at his coldness
He came forward, took one white hand,
gazed at her from head to foot, and with a
smile that seemed even to her mockery, he
said, in measured tones, "how beautiful you
are!' and turned abruptly away.
For moment he seemed to have forgot
ten himself, then hurriedly performing the
office of gallant, he assisted her into the
carriage and they drove off,
| 1t was not before the brilliantly lighted
ball room that they stopped. No streams
of amber light checked the dim pavement
but all was still, dark, solitary.
'For heavens sake, where are We goinge"
Helen exclaimed, as her lover made o mo-
tion to leave the carriage.
''To see friend, my love-" he answered
in the same freezing tones; "you whose
heart is SO tender that it bleeds at the sight
of human misery, will not / am sure, deny
me your company on an errand of mercy.
Through long, dimly lighted entry, the
young man led her, silently and hurriedly.
''Pray God it be not too late" he murmured
as he stood hesitating before half closed
door. Suddenly it was opened to its ut
most, and a shadowy figure passed out,
starting as it met the intruders.
They stood beside the dead.
Helen shrieked, and falling beside the
couch, hid her face in her shaking hands.
"Look on your work, woman!' exclaimed
her lover. Murdered by your cruelty,
there lies one of the noblest of his kind.
Ay start at the fallen jaw, the livid tenn
piles, the dull staring eyes-you will never
again with lip, voice, or smile, beguile that
great heart to its ruin. He died with the
mantle of his pure, steadfast love wrapped
about him; he laid him down with the
music of that love breathing in blessings
from those cold lips.
"Aye! sob and shudder! well you may, for
you are as truly his murderer as if you had
pierced his heart with the cold steel, or
poured the poison from the chalice
of death upon his lips. Miserable coquette,
l spurn you.
'And yet forgive me, he added, passion
ately, relenting at sight of her agony
vengeance is mine saith a just God, and
the arrow Of eternal remorse is lodged in
your soul. I pity you, from my very in
most heart, pity you. Rather would be
yonder poor, senseless clod, than you, bright,
beautiful, brilliant as you are, with the
murder of fellow-creature heavy on your
conscience.
''Mr. Harvey, will you take me home ?''
Her face was as ghastly as that of the
corpse before them-and the shining baubles
Knockers Of her sorrow, flashed and flickered
like grave-lights about a pail. Relenting,
as that pale face looked so imploring in his
own, he would have supported her, but she
shrank from him, and motioned him to lead
the way.
Turning only once, she uttered smoth-
cred cry, and pressing both hands over her
heart, followed Harvey as the criminal
follows the executioner
'Take me home," she said, and once
there, she tore off her glittering ornaments
never to wear them again.
True, years afterward she did become the
wife of Harvey; but first subdued, broken
spirited woman, ever feeling but that for
her, long life Of brilliant usefulness, might
have been vouchsafed one, whose heart
being too tender, broke in striving to forget
her. She has four beautiful daughters, but
degree, that heartless thing-a coquette
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