The Lancaster ledger. [volume] (Lancaster, S.C.) 1852-1905, 1854-07-05
CAROLINA, WEDNESDAY MORNING JJ7Iy < ,S

as Norman Everett, that he left her-anJ
putting 500, notein her hand bade he,
never call upon him in any trouble she
might have.
Constance felt i,ppelled to refuse the
note, but one glance at her pale sleepino
boy who needed fresh air and other com
ports, compelled herto retain the Gift and
sad-"l will appropriate this, uncle Paul
to my boy"
Constance told her husband of he,
uncIe's visit, and showed him the bill: but
he seemed too stupid to take much cor,i,
sNnce Of it. She had slept very nervous,
Iy of late, but this night she had slept SO
soundly that upon awaiking she found
her husband had dressed himself and gone
without disturbing her.
After breakfast, while her baby was
asleep, she thought she would 90 out and
change the note, and get some things she
had long wanted, and had long done with.
out. But the note WAS gone. As she
was certain where she rad put it, she
could onl y come to but one inference con-
ccrnng it-that her husband had stolen
| it.
Norman did not come home again for
three or four weeks, aud when he did. he
WIS SO altered in appearance that Con
stance, at first could scarcely recognize
him. Pale, cadaverous, haggarL, he
seemed but the shadow of his former self.
1t was early in the evening when he
came, and he st in half stupid state for
several hours. About ten o'clock he rot
up, ana told Constance lie must have some
money. She gave him all she had, and
he went out.
The next morning news came to Con-
stance that her husband, with several
desperate fellows, had been taken up for
burglery.
Constance, with one or two others in
the house was subPoaied as witnesses.
Any person present, who had known
Constance Vallory as a blooming Girl, and
G0hsa' not Hsec"'fveosrnxv,rl ;fr.
the disgriceful tombs, with her little pale
baby in her arms and herself but the
wreck of the beautiful Constance Vallory
that, two short years before, had stood at
the altar, with that God-forsaken looki. g
man, who was before her, and who was
committed for common burglary.
Constance seemed outwardly calm, but
there were those in that room who noted
her intel cctuaI face, and the deadly pale
ness OF il, and the quivering of her beau
tifully formed mouth-the only part Of
her that betrayed the deep emotion with
in; who noted also the pecnliar air of re-
inement about her, that could be seen
through her worn aud faded dress.
Her testimony was given in low, dis
tinct voice, and, with the woman's who
occupied the rooms next hers it proved
for Norman Everett an diibi; as the store
which was robbed WAS entered about nine
o'clock in the evening Just tue time Nor
man happened to be home with her.
Although he was found in the conpa-
ny of the real burgles, yet, as nothing
could be eSproved against him, he was dis.
charged with fine. Constance paid the
fine with the money she had managed to
save, and lay 10y for the purpose oftaking
her little sick boy to the waterside for a
few weeks. That iortmght's confinement
in the t"mbs, awaiting Lis trial, where
Constance came daily to see him, had
given Norman Everett time to mediate
upon the past.
Constance" said he when tLey were
once more aione together in their little
room, Constance, | have been too weeks
sober now, and if have been sober two
weeks can he tor two months, and If
can be for two months can be for as
many years, and so on while live. Such
a patient, accomplishing long suffering
truth as yours shaH have its reward. You
are an angel. | know what am and
what haze beer and what ] can he
You shall never have cause to complain
Of me again. have been n madman
but OiU be man and one worthy tc
be called your husband"
And he kept his resolution most man
fully, and love and peace and plenty came
back TO them.
lie rose step by step in his profession
and now he is living in one Of our west
ern cities with his Constance and the littl'
ones that have been lprn unto them Il
man respected and loved by all, for h
kind heart and powerful brain, and is on
of the presiding judges Of the place wher
he lives.
Constance now happy matron, full @
health and bloom, has not much time
from her little ones TO devote TO tie muse:
But she is about publishing a work o
"woman's true rights" which will not NJ
cord exactly with the sentiments OF th
loud swarm who have worn threadbar
the subject Of "woman's rights" lie
work will doubtlessly be hailed by mo.
J with pleasure.
Mormon Everett says that il vas onl
the persevering eonstancy and devotio
of his wife that saved him from destrut
ton.
That was a sad mistake Of the patriot
and sentimental pilgrim to Mount verno
J, who mistakiug the ice-house for the sacrs
|. tomb. poured out her whole stock Of tea
there, and was completely dry when sou