Washington telegraph., 1854-11-08

key-hoIe. Occasionally the deep silence of
her lodger's room would be suddenly bro
ken by shout, j groan or muttered curse;
and once the good woman was terribly
frightened when she was holding her ear to
the key-hole. Mr. Dimple dashed sudden
ly across the room exclaimiug furiously:
Away! away! incarnate fend Vex
not my soul Away
Mrs Chadwick flew from the door, as if
impelled by the explosion of barrel of
gunpowder; and when having recovered her
enses+and her balance. both of which she
had lost in the terror of the moment, she
bent her ear again to listen; the sounds had
ceased, and an awful silence pervaded the
square attic.
One afternoon Mr.. Smith came running
and in an agitated voice inquired for Mrs
Chadwick
Here I am" said the landlady. emerg-
ing from the kitchen, with wonder in her
countenance and a peck of onions in her
apron. Whats the matter %
I'LL don't know" stammered Mr.
Smith. 1T isn't all right up there, | am
sure ~
up where up where, Mr.. Smith 3
Don't keep me in suspense -
up there
''In his room ?''
Yes; l never heard such noises He is
raving'
"Do tell"
Mrs. Chadwick let 90 her apron; the on
ions flew down stairs while she flew up In
an instant her ear was at Mr. Dimple's key
hole
The mysterious lodger was raving like a
madman; but his landlady whose soul drank
in the horrors of his language, felt that there
was reason for his madness
"Remorse remorse - muttered Mr.
Dimple in hoarse voice. 1T burns my
soul Oh, death here is thy sting. My
guilty soul already feels the pangs of the
fiery pitt
Here there was long pause, interrupted
only by gasps and heavy footsteps Mrs
Chadwick looked through the key-hole,
and caught glimpse of the wretched man,
staggering across the room, tearing his hair
"Oh, cursed day. be exclaimed. strik-
ing his breast 'oh, cursed hour when l
first stained my soul with guilt !"
"What is it ?" whispered Mr. Smith.
"Sh-.'' breathcd Mrs Chadwick, with
/ mysterious wave of the hand
The fiends possess me now. What can
I | do to quench the internal fire Repent
repent, Oh, blessed word Oh, balm to
/ guilty souls, But-ha can guilt like
mine be washed away had this bloody Decd
been left undone had | repented when my
victim prayed; had |, instead of blood,
shed tears of pity but now it cannot be
! Away, remorse | am in the tolls, and Sa-
t tan drags me on. Now let the great world
tremble. Terrible deeds shall vet be done
and blood shall flow in torrents ~
The rawlings of the guilty wretch ceased.
and Mrs. Chadwick, pale with terror, fed
to the dining room where a secret confer
ence was held by some half dozen inmates
of the house
! "1ou may depend upon it, said Mrs
/ Chadwick, THAT man, with all his good
looks and gentlemanly manners, is bloody
villain The authorities ought to know Of
it. For my part, think it is dangerous to
have such a man in the house Don't you,
Mr.. Smith ?''
Mr. Smith had suddenly disappeared.
Go 10 his room,'' said she to pale
young man, who had listened with fear and
horror to her account of Mr. Dimple's IA
wings, land tell him | want to speak with
kim"
The young man went out. and returned
in moment, shaking with terror.
He isn't in his room, he said in an a2i-
tated voice but think he's in the mad
mans room ~
''How yop talk -
''And the madman is how,ing and threat
ening to murder him y
go for the police, cried Mrs Chadwick
wildly. Run for your life, David was
sure he would kill somebody
David few into the street as if on an err
rand of life or death.
Pile the chairs against the door" cried
the excited landlady. After putting poor
Mr.. Smith ous of the way, he may come
down here. Don't be frightened she
cried. shaking ike person in ague "the
police will be here soon.',
The little band Of boarders, headed by
the landlady, stood trembling behind their
barricade Of chairs until David reappeared
accompanied by two officers At sight of
these, Mrs. Chadwick was inspired with con-
fdence and courage.
'Up stairs" she whispered III show
the way
They were soon at MIR. Dimple's door.
"Sh-" breathed the landady.
The mysterious lodger was raving still.
why did you cross my path Why did
YOU tempt me? Another crime is now up
on my soul Lie there Those unrup-
tured eyeballs fixed in death glare on me
strangely, but [ tremble not. Those bloody