The Westerly echo, & Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1854-1858, 1855-12-27
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: Thank God, I say
And why p

blacker crime than ever your vile ssul
is yet stained with
What crime might thst be! Has
it a name p
1T has name. Men call it incest
With whom How? What Do
you mean p
Let me answer him, father. John
Bromley, if there be hell, yea are dss-
tined for it; but evsa at this point Of
your career l would fain save ysu. l
loved you once. May Gsd bs my wit
ness, l loved you. You deserted me,
deserted your children aud whss your
youngest child died in my arms, and I,
half mad With agony, clasped it close to
my breast, men tore it from me, and so-
cussd me of its murder. You knew all
that. You thought it glorious oppor-
tunity to be rid Of your victim. You
'bssely left nae nay, worse than that,
you set the hounds " tho law On the
false scent; you drove them up. You
thought to loose me thus. God saved
me BY miracle, aud l was saved. L.
Then hated you. No words can tell
how | abhorrcd your memory. Years
softened that, aud experience taught me
that this world is no place to cherish
such feelings. But when l saw you
again, and when heard you renew
your baseness, and seal your old william
les by offering to unite to your own self
young, pure girl--forgetting that |
had ever existed-then | saw that God
had determined on bis vengeance, and l
did not seek to stay it. John Bromley,
that girl yonder, that child that shrinks
in hsrror from your accursed presence
is your child
my child p
Your daughter by your wife y
Say rather, madam, my daughter BY
my
A back.handed blow, slight but effect
ual, on his lips, drove back the foul
word to tho heart that originated it.
Have q care how yss handy harsh
words here, Mister Bromley
This from you, Stevens! D-n
you, sir, what do ysu mean by striking
me q
Because you choose to insult me-
Insult you how, pray p
BY limiting that did net marry you
to Miss Cameron
Il never had doubt of it. What
the ID have you Of all men, to object
to my calling her a.
Stop! Speak that word and I'll
kill you! Curse you, John Bromley,
I've vowed you one some time, and I've
paid it now. III have you know I'm a
priest, sir-a priest, by Jupiter |! and
ifyou doubt it, I'll begin by showing
you that | belong to the church militant
any how. They've trick in this State
Of proving man married who only says
he is, in any bOdy's presence but you
were married body aud soul, if tbere,'
any virtue in ceremony, performed by
clergyman in good and regular stand.
ing, if be does drink little too much
now and then.'
The news was astounding to Bromley
He could not doubt it, and his quick
mind saw at once all the bearings OF his
case.
"A pretty lawyer you are, Judge
Cameron, to commence suit in parti-
ton, in the name Of q grantee of my
wife, without my concurrence
Not so fast, Mr.. Bromley. Your
wife conveyed her rights to her father
long before she eloped with you. You
perhaps do not recollsct that the old
suit was begun in my name
very we'll, very we'll; I am not
waited here. But / must beg ysu to
excuse me if 1 request my daughter to
accompany ME homo this evening. l
have been deprived Of her company SO
long, that shall hardly be able to spare
her.
Ask her husband
of course, he need not ask, said
Frederick Bromley, entering. Il woule
as sosn trust her with q tiger
by whose sanction do you claim {
right to her hand, young man p
q fancy a writ of habeas corpus vii
bring some of you people to your senses
The bafled man left the house. Bu
an officer wos waiting at the door to ar.
rest him for q dozen frauds in bis trans.
actions with his cousins, and he passec
the night in as dirty cell as the keeper
Of the city prison could be bribed 10 pa
him in.
1t would be pleasant to end this mar
rativs with relating the restoration o
the defeated william to position Of hon
or and self-respect. But that may no
be. Ruined in fortune aud character
the mercy of bis tormentors never lee
them to forgive him one small partieu
lar, but they exacted atonsmsnt to th'
uttermost Of the law.
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