The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1854-01-26
A TALE OF woMANs VENGEANCE.


The grave opens wide with its gasping
mouth to receive all that shall remain of
me, when guilt-charged soul has enter
ed its Makers presence. Yetere corrup-
ton lay its fell hand upon me, must l
leave to that world, where is the plenti-
tudeof brilliancy once SO brightly shone,
q record of my sins--a' monument by
which it may remember one of its most
deluded children. a 44,E
When fairy child sporting by my mo-
ther's knee, could she but have raised the
veil of my future state on earth, and seen
the wretch / should have one day become,
would she not have shuddered at the pic
ture and in the fulness of her mothers
loveshave killed herchild, rathertha have
sent her forth, another victim to the pas
sion of sin-fraught world? But soul of
mydeparted mother rest in peace! Oh let
it be my comfort here to think that, in the
biest regions of the just thou knowest not
thy child's despair. No recollections of "a
by gone guilt adumbrated the calm of thy
placid brow, the ever-burning coal of re-
morse was not ignited at thy hearts core.
oh, mother, had / but resembled thee,
even now 1 might be singing songs of
praise to know my pilgrimage is nearly
done, and that in Heaven we shall meet
again. But no; even as thou vert saint
ON earth, even so wilt thou be saint with
lin those heavenly door, whence /, thy
daughter, shall be elected, an outcast, a
criminal.
/ watched the mournful costege, as it
proceeded slowly down the avenue, to
bear all that remained of cherished moth
er to her last resting place on earth. I
watched it, and to my young, as yet un-
blasted heart, bitter was the trial. All
was hidden by the trees. Ipressed acru-
-cifx. her last dear gift to my lips, and
sinking on my knees, 1 prayed. Yes then
/ dared to offer up prayer, for was still
funstained. Long did I Iremaind deep in grief
now praying, now weeping, now thinking
on the past till the sound Of approaching
footsteps reused me from my sad, yet con-
1soling reverie. My father entered. He
took me gently by the hand-my heart
told me whittier he would go; he led me
TO my mothers tomb, and together we
mourned and prayed over our beloved
dead, ~,
Time on its swift wing speed quickly
along. The poignancy of my grief for
my mothers death passed away, and left
only the soft sweetness of fond recollec-
ton behind. Some new and earth-born
sensation took root within my young and
guileless heart. Even as the daring mar
. liner, / ventured my all-my earthly hap
opiness--in a tempest driven bark; the ell
d ements ragged against me. L lost-and
from that hour became an erring and mis-
ery-doomed mortal. f.aa
5s. Now, for the first time, shall the words
receive the key to my after wretchedness.
I Iloved-what volumes of despair do those
words convey! what dark and shadowy
pictures! what long, past years pregnant
with anguish! what coming years of tor
ment and everlasting paint!
'ie. The young Bicompte Fabien de Chatil-
Ion was the idolof my worship. His faith
er'sproperty was adjacent to ourown, and
I as his children, we had played together;
but Fabien had been for some years pur-
suing his studies away from his paternal
home, When, at last, the boy returned
"a mani saw him, but to lavish on him
n all the love of which my heart was capa
Isble. Fabien's table. Fabien's talents
the theme Of general conversation
q Old academicians prophsied of his future
"a fame; his rich intellect would one da,
beam forth to the honor of France. AS
heard these tales of Fabien's high abilities
how my heart leaped for Joy! how in tn
madness of my passion, I anticipated tn
time when l should feel he was all m,
own!
Similarity of taste threw me much int,
the society of his sister Aphonsince.. w
49, both were motherless, and that, at last
was link which connected us. Fo
p hours would listen when, in her sister
q pride, she would descant long and freel
Fabien's future prospects, and tell me {
his triumphs. That topic I felt was allm
u own; for was not the hero of it he who wa
sddearer to me than life or fame? But am
IN bition was the monarch who reigned ON
% nipotent within his widely ranging SOU
b Renownl glory! was his cry, and to god
such as these only would he bow. H
J had no passion left for me; with cool indii
T. ference he passed me by. / was beneat
his lordly notice. Awoman stand betwee