The southern enterprise. [volume] (Greenville, S.C.) 1854-1870, 1855-12-20

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a justice Of the peace was sent for, and an af.
fdavit was made Of the facts in the case .
The murderous wretch was described, with
fearful correctness, ALL al! but the face
This was concealed by slouched hat, and
could not be described. The wife breathed
again. With woman's wit, she spoke but
little other husbands absence, and when she
alluded to il, she spoke Of it as an absence of
short duration, with her advice and consent
The stranger, who proved to be noble
man of wealth, endeavored to cheer the
gloomy shades Of the deserted wonnan's
heart, but 1t was vain attempt There j.
no cure for blighted love, no peace for RI
fed heart. God alone can be the widows
husband-God alone can gladden. the wild
ow's heart. r' s"t
a;"You never shall want Meg" said the
nobleman, rs he sat by the turner's wife
few evenings after he was able to walk,
must 60 TO London: business of Importance
urges me there. When you are in distress,
hintof the fact to me will produce instant
relief ~ Htf u' va 1 @G = ss.s
A carriage, with an Earl's coronot, now
drove to the cottage door. The wife said
nothing ;she seemed to be lost in unfathom-
able mystery. q re g.' > -.rr8
~Will You not accompany me, my faith.
ful nurse 2" said the stranger, as he prepaf.
ed to depart from the dwelling of charitable
love. ,H a..rg. f'-s- g. .s..s
eNay, sir" said the wife, al cannot thus
suddenly leave the spot of my early hope
Here, sir, was born here l was married !;
on yonder green hillock danced away the
sorrows of childhood !; in yonder church
whose spire now CLEANS in the dying SUM-
light, gave my guilty spirit up TO God
On yonder plain sleep my children, beside
that old oak rest father and mother, the first
born and last upon the catalogue Of life.-
Here, sir, have smiled in joy, and wept in
sorrow, and here will die. a.a.,s1 ..n
Entreaties and prayers were all in vain.--
She withstood every kindness of her guest
and finally accepted only reasonable charge
for his board. AS the Earl was about to
take seat in the carriage, the deserted wife
approached him. g,gl v-E,.
stranger guest" said she, with much feel.
ing, "I have done you good service"
'"You have, said he, while a Tear of graf
itude stole down his cheek. -,9s-j
f"Will you do me one favor in return 70
said she. .,., .fa. es.. ss, s. sg ~. ~.
!,
"Then write upon piece of vellum what
[ shall dictate" said she with hurried voice.
He took up his pen, and wrote in plain
the characters as follows: ~ la-i
Circumstances have convinced me that
an attempt to murder me on the night of the
10th December, 1S--, on Stone Hill, Lin
colnshire, would have been successful, had it
not been for the kind interference of John
Brown and his wife, of Hopedale.
"This paper is left as slight memorial of
an event which time can never efface from
my memory. JOAN EARL OF" f..
She read it over, after he had signed it,
at will do" said she. Nov farewell"
The grateful Earl sprang into his seat
lie threw his purse into her bosom. Fare
well, said he, in husky tone, and away
ratified his carriage with the swiftness of the
wind. The coronet flashed in the sunbeam,
and the vehicle, with its outside riders, was
lost in the winding forest way. a, s l.i,.
Ten years rolled away, and the wife Of
John Brown suddenly disappeared from
Hopedae e, and then the farmhouse, like a
deserted thing, stood solitary and silent amid
the smiles Of autumn. A middle sized stran-
ger, with a sailors jacket and tarpualin, and
q. bundle dangling at the end OF stick over
his shoulders, rested before the door of the
deserted farmhouse of Hopedale. The
stranger though somewhat intoxicated, APP
peared to be very sad. He looked in at the
wasted doorway. He saw the planks worn
by the foot of the thrifty housewife, and
marked a portion of her dress in a broken
pane OF the kitchen window. The nail
where the good mans hat had hung for
wears, was there with circle around Il of
unsmoked paint. The crane hung sadly in
the corner, and the music of the singing ket-
tie was not there. The stranger raised his
hand to his eyes, but what causes him to
start like frightened birdl "Ir Is BLOODY
AGAIN." said he, with look of horror.
aOh. thatI could wipe out tha. foul
that terrible stain from my memory. Ha!
IL is on my hand as fresh as when murder
ed that poor, melancholy stranger. can
not wipe II out.n The stranger had cut his
hand with broken piece of glass, and clot
Of fresh blood was upon it in reality. He
felt not the pain Of the wound in his horror;
and satisfied that Heaven had marked him
in its own terrible way, he wiped off the
blood and turned to depart.