The Cadiz Democratic sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1854-1864, 1854-07-12
ORIGINAL NOVELETTE,.
Written Expressly for the Cadiz Democratic Sen lin
Written Expressly Democrat 50ntm
VIROQUA;
OR,
THE VICTIM OF PASSION.
W.
itaor of oss; The Fate Of Psgf T Hunters Bride"
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more Invisible, she Shuddered and though
how tiercer storm of distress and auguisl
might burst upon her already waning hor
{ and crush it to despair. While such rehet
y tons were passing through her mind,
} strange and dreamy Inconsistencies cam
i over her senses, and before she thought t
guard against it, slumber had locked her i
Its embrace. Whether or not this stupo
was the effect Of fatigue or the drug whic
, was administered to her by Morton, woul
be uncertain to determine, for while, lik
. unto the swoon produced by the inhaling @
the vapor-in suddenness, her features pre-
sented heterogeneal appearance, more re
sembng lassitude; thus conveying the pro
liability, Of being the resultof both combined
BE this as it may, her slumber was deep
The moon had left her oriental couch, anC
commenced her nightly reign: yet she slept
And what lonely picture-tittest for the
pencil of the artisan. There she reclined
gainst the matted foliage, the very archetypt
otinnocence and purity. Never did nature
nestle asweeter loveer face! White as the
driven snow, it seemed living gem, set in
a garland ofemeralds, tinting with more en-.
chanting beauty the very moon beams, as
they danced upon her features
Thus, one, two, yea several hours passed
when she awoke. AS her eye-lids opened
and reflected to her the towering moon, she
Fstarted in surprise. 1t was past midnight:
Luna had crossed meridian; yet she dream
ed It, She sprang from her resting place
and again started towards her home. She
l..
mad not walked far until she heard moan
as though some one was in distress. Bend
ing her steps in the direction of the sound she
soon arrived at the place, as the thought,
from which it came
"Stra SON is that - you?-Bv
ii hand me that -.- bot--tle Str-w-
son. want - a --- turn o. its con-
tents, was the next sound that greeted her
ears, and then he commenced in a nasal tone
to humble over the words of some yuIgar
song.
"Heavens! drunkard!" exclaimed Viro-
qua as she started to run away Scarcely
had she taken three steps, when her foot
struck and sent something q few PAGES ahead
Vi her' Whlch, almost invountariIy she stoo-
ped to pick up. She looke,t at it and read
dlstlnctively the name of Albert Beaumont.
1t was enough. What concerned Albert,
equally interested her and she retained the
package. The reader no doubtby this time
surmlses the denoument of this adventure.
The drunkard was Dick Morrow the host of
the coffee house, and to whom it will be re-
membered, the package was handed by
Strawson while yet in the Coroner's library.
From that place in his fright, Dick stray-
sIed to the spot on which Viroqua found him
where he became so ''dead drunk" That lie
could 90 no farther. We will return to our
heorine
After vending her way along several
streets, she entered one of q dismal. impov.
crushed appearance. On either side old hou-
ses--some much de!apidated, Others propped
and some staggering as though ready to
tumble upon one, passing by-lined the bro
ken sidewalk. Here and there an old dngy
sign, struggled out from a shabby, totterin@
pile, indicating the within, to be an inn,
grocery, doggery, or some other place of
like nature. Passing up this filthy street for
some distance, she stopped before low
scraggy hut, that was sunk, probably from
to its ewes in the earth. View !
ng 1t Tor moment as though TO ensure GER !
'alnty that she was right in stopping there.
'he descended several lirt-steps and opened |
rackety, screaking door, through which she |
low, dirty and dismal room. The |
ceiling was low; and BACKED with smoke and
lust, almost void Of plaster, having only
ew remains here and there, dangling from
'he halt loosened lath; while the SURROUNDING
walls, presented an aspect, no less of power
y and wretchedness. A couple of chairs.
flckety old table, and a scraggy bed, were
jhe only articles offurniture that the wretch
I'd could support. BY the old table, which
stood next to the bed, was seated an elderly
ady, who notwithstanding the far-spent
hight, was deeply engaged in reading Che
Bible. The only light she afforded was an
I'D pan, with n wick and lard, the latter Of |
which was well nigh bRrnt out, giving now,
1ut faint, lurid gIimmer. She raised her
'yes from the volume as Viroqua again clo-
led the door, and 10! what change few
lays had worked! Reader, this lady was
Mrs. Leroy, who, in the outset Of our story,
lved happily with Viroqua at the Pass. But
Us her SON had threatened so he executed,
or the very next day after the murder he
moved his mother and Vroqua to the CITY,
eavlng everything and all--in
he possession of the family, who Immediate
y occupied the domc. But removing his
mother to that squalid portion of the city.
vas not the only cruel preparation against
ler happiness and rights that he was guilty
4. No: but he had the unfeeling audaeitv.
0 assume possession Of, and sell to The be-
eyolent, conscientious William Morton bis
wn mothers homestead, thus deprvinq her
otaily OF any source Of livelihood, reducing
Ier and his adopted sister to the most 8esti.
ute wretchedness. and branding himself one
I the most unprincipled villains iffexistence
Vow behold her emaciated form! See that
ervous, oony hand, as she lifts ii to raise
er spectacles, and mark the ravagessof
distressed and @retched mind! Mark those
cheeks, and melancholy eyes as she
eered through the gloom towards Viroqua.
nd see theimpress of an unhappy, broken
cart. Thus had, but two or three days Of !,
opeless wretchedness, reduced both fher
hysical and mental self. 8
"Viroqua have you come?'' she said fee.
ly as the young lady approached her.
Yes dear mother, at last Ihave returned.
ut more wretched, than when Lleft you,b !
,e answered leaning against the bed. sal !