The southern enterprise. [volume] (Greenville, S.C.) 1854-1870, 1855-04-20

neHh Ho where eISe unless tDey reached TO
Heaven.
But, before morning dawned, Lena, learn
ed from the lips Of the ticnd who had de-
stroycd3le that he WAS not Dr. Hunter. but
DIR. Hunters iather-couiessor, Il Roman
Catholic Priest
81 pretended to be Hunter, for the purpose
of gaining your good opinion, Lena" said
Renshaw, the priest. 81 loved you from the
hrstmoment | saw You, and | vowed that
you should become mine. am forbidden
to marry, but not to love, and now that you
know all the truth, you will not hope that
will not atone the harm have done by max
ing you my wife-that dream must he for
gotten, but if you can love mo STILL YOU
shall have no reason to regret it, for |
will never cast you from me never You are
dear to me. Lena, as the breath of life, for
all you thnk1ne so brutal-andI ! will do
all can TO render you happy. Would
could do more, poor Lena; do not cry so
bitterly. | am sorry to have afflicted YOU
so, but it can't be helped now. Can you not
forgive me? Will you not answer inc one
word Lena? Will you never speak to Inc
again?"
Lost, lost" groaned the miserable girl.
ooh my father, mymother you can sec your
ruined child no more"
why will you torture yourself to no pur-
pose, Lena DO try and recover vour self
command You shall 90 home with me,
and it may be that you can return undiscov-
cred to your parents if YOU cannot be happy
with me-"
"Where do you live 2" said Helena, sud.
denly. "What is your name since it is not
Hunter 2"
any name is Lawrence Henshaw, and
live in the city from whence we came'
"Then take me back with you, tomorrow
i will go to your home, for the doors of
my fathers house l will never enter again
never shall the threshold of nv childhood
be dishonored by my footsteps. Take me
to your home"
Il will, Helena; and may I never find
mercy, if do not try to make you happy.
Whether the holy father would have been
as good as his word, time never proved For
the second day after his return to the priest.
ly mansion with his poor victim, she was not
to be found. After a protracted search,
Renshaw at length gave up the idea of ever
again seeing her and tried to Danish her
image from his mind, by seeking Il new vic
tim.
Upon the rocks in little cove, some fish
crmen wero seated mending their nets
They were talking merrily, in their rough
way, of things interesting to them.
Here are the hooks brought from town."
said one brown checked fellow to another, is
he passed paper package to him.
lie to whom the hooks We're handed,
opened the paper which held them, and af-
ter careful examination, pronounced them
good. Then he began carclessly to read
aloud from the torn paper
"A girl lost-agcd Is. Tall slim and
good-ooking." Hear now, will you. boys
somebody feels bad about that girl, III bet
Tin glad it amt my darter that's lost in
that great city.
Father, father ~ screamed Whitehead
cd boy, rushing round rocky point and
toward the group of fishermen. "Oh, father,
do como here, there's n drowned woman on
the rocks, out behind the point"
No other call was nccled-ll hurried to
the spot to which the child led on.
There slept poor Lena, whito and still.
The sea-weed was cIinging closely round her,
ana was mixed with her long tangled hair.
The clmls OF that brown hair were creeping
about the stones and rocks on which she law,
and her white dress was all torn and soiled
by the damp and heavy sand. Poor child
the miseries of earth could trouble her no
more. Size was beyond the reach of the
destroyer; or the tempter now. We will
not judge tie dead. Hos she came to HAT
spot none ever knew; but letter written the
day bcforeshe left Ranshaw's home, and left
by herself in the office told the outline of
her sad story. to her parents, and bid them
an eternal farewell Her body was reclaim
cd by her father, and buried by the side of
her mother, who died almost instantly upon
learning the fate of her child.
The sleep Of death is the only sleep which
can refresh the broken hearted. As for the
priest-he lives, and moves, and has his be-
ing yet in this word, and know not that
his sleepis less sonnd, or his heart more
troubled Than before Helena Carlisle crossed
his path but this do know, that the Guilt
of a three fold murder is upon him, and its
curse will follow him, until at last he meets
his due reward.
The slayer Of the body is q murderer, but
the SLAYER of the, kimportai Soul!-what
monstrous name shall be called. Eternity
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