The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1854-01-26

utation be poisoned? The voice of scan
dial of scandal was too petty and too vain
weapon. 2tA 9a''5a I.
In one frantic hour, when all my ener-
gies were entered in the wish to overthrow
his earthly celebrity, I fixed upona means
his intellect must be crushed That
mighty soul that all so lauded must be
robbed of reason. 1t must have been a
diabolic all glimmering that lighted up for
me so horrible an idea. There is no fend
in hell SO vile, but he must pity one so to-
tally the playthirg of an evil passion as I
was in that hour, when I heaped Goals of
fire upon my own head, and fell victim
to my own crime.
In remote street of Paris there lived
an aged man, skilled in the use Of poison;
by large bribe bought him over to my
villainy. His sole had long been sold to
perdition; gold was his only god. He
gave me a decoction, known to himself
alone, for destroying in a few hours the
finest intellect the Creator ever formed
How fervently do now pray that the dark
and murderous receipt may be buried in
the grave of him who discovered it, and
that no other shining wretch in future
years may be doomed to drink the cup of
bitter sorrow an evil genius held out to
me. I returned home, glorying in my
purchase, revelling in delight at the
thought that that smallEial contained my
full metre of vengeance. Fabien was ex-
pected at his fathers house on the morrow;
then for the last time should I see him
scofing, cold-the imbecile, the idiot,
would be mine to mock.
But the morrow was to dawn for me up
on different scene. The mothers heart
would wiring with anguish. Another cup
than that of vengeance would be bursting
to rend the air, and that fear must be sup
press into inward, soul-devouring grief
If drew the curtains of my infants bed,
and advanced to caress my noble boy, the
warm life-blood flowing through my veins
seemed turned to ice. He, the sole pride
of a young and lonely mothers heart,
that beloved one was the idiot. Yes, my
10y an idiot, and by his mothers hand
Ere he slept he was feverish and restless,
and instead of the mixture he usually had,
Fate had destined I should commit infan-
ticide, upon the mind of my only son, and
give to him the portion prepared for his
hated father. 3asr-t 'aw5 -ai5taEfa
AS | beheldm Eustances vacant smile,
the sorrow of remorse pierced my aching
breast. My thirst for love or vengeance
was allayed. Fabien might expand his
talents as he passed. / had no care to
live but to tend nay helpless boy, with So
licitude to watch over. his smallest wants,
and with his affliction ever before my eyes,
while the iron hand of conscience smote
my heart, to drag out life of penance:-
Oft I shed those. bitter tears which the
criminal has felt, and which sprang from
the inmost recesses of shining mothers
soul. ss saz - afsi at;I a-s! a .,-aHt
From that hour Fabien too was changed,
the spiritthat grappled with his so long was
broken. Now that I lay humbled to the
dust he pitied me. Generous feelings were
latent in his heart. AT the zenith of pride
he would have sought to crush me; but
was oppressed, and he upheld me. He
saw sorrow for the boys afiiction was
weighing me down, but he knew not the
mothers crime.
Hate vanished at the touch of pity and
once again my heart throbbed for its first
! and only master. Ny husband died. ]
was alone with the helpless victim of my
crime, raising his lustreless eyes to me, as
though to upbraid me for my deed. Fa-
bien was now as assiduous and kind, as he
was once cold and naughty; he sought te
cheer my solitude, and to please the moth
er's heart by noticing her idiot son.
Ii came at last, that once so wished fol
day that hour, thatgirlish love had yearn
ed and prayedfer. He, the idolized Fabier
of my youth, now told me that he loved
me. His old mistress was discarded, the
ephemera of ambition had passed away
love triumphed at last. tsBut too late
was my hearts response. The pale fea
lures of him whose life I had made bur
dengto him rose before my eyes. The
fierceness of my love was extinct. Al
internalmonitary voice seemed to whisper
s.Eustace, that thought hast rendered
helpless, must henceforth be thy only
care" refused to accept the love that
would have bought with my hearts blood
The still, small voice of conscience, for tn
first time toldime had done Alright.
He left me to participate in brighter
may be happier scenes, and ere long h
had a fai, young bride. I was forgotten
doomed to anguish, gazing on crime
passion for him had caused me to com
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The young frame I watched grew grad