The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1854-09-16

| FitSSNe coiliieSS Vi my manners. l do not
think he ever dreamed that I did not love
him. and my statclincss accorded well with
the lofty pride of himself and all his naughty
race.
II married him. The ceremony was over.
and he had turned to kiss his wife for the
first time. when Shrek ran through the
church, a piercing. terrible shriek.-Thcn
there was heavy fall, and Allan, nv Allan
was born useless through the crowd NV
husband might have suspected when he saw
my anguish that he was more than the BROTH
er | had called him, but he said nothing
lie even acceded to my wild prayer that our
bridal journey might be postponed until he
was Better, and permitted Inc to be con-
slant watcher at his,bcdside. lie had not
long to wait My beloved had broken a
blood vessel in his fall and the fourth day he
died. | held his hand as he faded silently
away. ....
"'Katharine lie said, looking mounft,l.
ly into my eyes, Katharine, it is very sweet
to die thus with You beside me. | am diving
for your love. shall be happy. dearest, for
an angel whispers you will be mine in Hcav-
en-. You have never said you loved me, but
! know it. | know that my dying love is
more to you than all this bright living world,
and am going where no shadow falls. Kiss
me, Katharine, and then sing me one of our
dear old songs .....
81 had kissed him many times before MS a
sister might: the free, innocent kisses of child
hood, but now-now. kissed him with the
wild, passionate kisses of wornanhood's
deatllcss love- and then drawing his head to
my bosom. sang. 1t was ballad we had
sung many times together, when the stars
were climbing up into the quiet sky. and
| pt % a. II
climb above the stars, above the sky, even to
the ioot-stool of the great white throne. Tie
looked at me with foods Of light yelling in
to his large blue cyes.-Everv moment his
face grow more and more beautiful, till was
frightened at its unuttcrabe glory. ceas-
I'd, and his low voice whispered. Katrine-
Heaven =
THE lids closed over those earnest eyes,
peacefully as a child lies down to dreams:
the golden head grew cold upon my bosom.
! was alone with my dcad!'
My mother paused, and claspod me wildly
to her heart then releasing me, she continued:
"Hanne, | know in those early days your
father loved me, as he could lore Not with
the worship Ct the dead, but he was proud of
me, and strove to make me happy. He suf-
fered much. The wife whose head rested on
his bosom, slept in her dreams upon another
heart, mixed in with grave.mould. When
he clasped his arm about her, ever between
their folding, and her slender waist were
those cold arms of the dead. pitied him,
but my very soul was sick unto dea tn; I
could not ftign a love my heart could never
feel. 1t was two years, Hanne, before Won
were born. He had learned of late, to seek
his happiness other where. did not trou-
bic mysel to inquire the nature of his pur-
suits, for [ was grateful to be left alone.
When you were put into my arms | rained
tears of blessing over you, tn anking God that
my heart could love still.
"As lay in silence, with shut eyes, hold
ing you on my heart heard him say:
Perhaps this child will win, her love to Inc.
God grant we may be happier!'
at was a vain hope, Hanne, l was colder
to him than ever. We both loved YOU.
would hold you in my arms hour after hour.
raving madly of the dead who should have
been your father. One night, as l held you
thus, my husband entered.
"'Katrine he said, L shall die tonight,
die by Fly own hand. / have lost my all at
the gaming table whittier your GOODNESS has
driven me. am sorry for your sake, for the
sake Of our innocent child, but oh, you de-
serve little else, woman, who could sell your
self for station, when your very being was
anothcrs!'
81 knew his rcproachcs were just, and
sat still, in my defiant silence holding you
to my heart For five minutes he stood 81
lently looking on us. Then he spoke a gain
with softcncd tone:
"katrinc, forgive me. Perhaps you did not
know your own heart until it was too late
Let not our last parting be in anger. have
done you many wrongs, but have suffered
terribly. God will judge Inc, and he is mcr-
ciful. katrine. kiss me once before die.
Once let me hold you to my heart. You are
my wife. Your hatred cannot be so rcmorse-
less as to refuse me this, my last request %
"llannc, know not what demon ruled me,
but sprang up from my scat, held you
aloft from my arms, and cried:
$50! do not touch me! l loathe you,
hate you But for you my darling would
not have died. Before yonr coming, | was
happy. CO. You cannot suffer as have suf-
fcrcd, ever since your hateful lips called me
wife,"
Then holding you still, sank down up
on the floor, weak, helpless in a position of
sobbing. can remember nothing distinctly,
but | have faint, indistinct memory of a
kiss of fire upon my forehead-of seeing your
baby face covered with passionate carcsses,
and being reused from the darkness of my
long faint by the report offs pistol. Your
father was dead Hanne, do not quite hate
me. have loved you, suffered for you, liv-
ed in your life. If my crime was great, the
punishment of my lifelong remorse is terri
blei"
claspcd her bowed figure in my arms, and
pressed my lips again and again to her flush
cd brow shuddcring the while at the thought
that terrible as had been her fate even so
might have been mine, but for the story and
its warning. Oh, how much doarer my heart
acknowledged her in the utter hopelessness of
her fearful sorrow, than she had ever bcen in
what had supposed, the cold perfectness of
character.
There was quick ring at the door. My
lnother gathered about her the heavy folds of
her shawl, and, turning OH me the appealing
glances other fearful eyes, passed from the |
room, even as Hunt Ienncslv entered He |
knelt at my feet; he whispered pleadingly of
the future his care should make so bright, /
and involunta,ily shuddered. as / drew my
hand from his clasp. e
"Mr. Henncsly,' said, in low, earnest
tone, II have heard that tonight which has
made the distinctions Of thiS world seem of |