Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1856-02-06
ChEARFIELD, WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 6, 1856.


In the ecstacies of l. ioy-like sailor.
whose heart bounds, as AIR a VOYAGE of peril,
land comes in view, he d.s not observe the
| tear trembling in Mays c.. or the fiuttering
voice with which she respaIs TO his greet
! ings-and then they proceetwith the evening
meal in the carpenters honi.
The two weeks have passetawav upon the
path that has no returning sto. 1t is Satur-
day night again in the carpehcr's home, and
William is expected from wors Mary Hawk
son has been seated before thdrrate for full
hour, to the neglect of supper, Baby Boil, and
/ even the opportunities of little Harry. The
| glow of the fire falls upon face, pale and
dcathiy in its expression-and meets the fire
! Of eyes in which wildness and sadness strange
| ly mnsle. Suddenly she starts up, and her
! thoughts speak ont
81 will, l must ma Ike another riski'' and
then sinking into the chair again, falters forth,
''but God in heaven, what will that avail %
lootstep is heard approaching the house
She dries her tears as we'll as she can, and
awaits with fearful tremble, the coming of
William. His hand is upon the knob, and as
spasm shoots through the heart of the wife, the
joyful carpenter bounds intothe room shouting
''lt's' done, Mary-it's done. Here's the
money, the last of the sum we wanted
Quick bring down the box, and let us count
the whole, to be sure that we have not been
mistaken.-Quicll 20
Why does he turn a glance of surprise upon
Mary-surprisc even in the glow of joy p
The wife rises to her feet, but seems scarcely
able to stand she turns upon her doting hus-
band a look of utter despair, and then sinks
down at his feet.
s'William-husband-- --forgive--forgive ?''--
she uttered, but could not proceed.
sSWhy, Mary-how-what's the matter p
there is nothing to forgive, love. Here's the
balance OF the moncy-we shall have house
of our own, and then-whep there's no rent to
pay, You shall not spoil your pretty hands in
the Kitchen any more,'' says William, endoa-
yoring to make her rise.
'sWi illian-W iliam-you have no money!
she answers, and sinks to the floor.
The carpenter stands like one stricken with
the thought Of approaching death.
esWhat do you mean? Have you been rob-
bed ~ ne at length asks in husky voice, and
the glow of his cheeks change to an ashcn hue.
ssNo, no--you have been robbed, and am
the thicfl William'' - she now musters
strength enough to say, SHEAR me, and then
let me die, as / deserve. L have abused your
conference.-the money You have given to
my care, has been spent in the policy shop,
even to the last cent. was induced to try
my fortune there, and have ruined both you
fnl.t
Bat the agonizing cry for forgiveness falls
upon ears that convey out unmeaning sounds
TO the carpenters brain. He has heard but a
portion Of the narrative of ruin, and the ap-
peal for forgiveness is answered by a mani
ac's hollow laush! The carpenter utters but
the one wori-s.devil''- his wife to
the floor, and rushes wildly from home that
he can know no morei
Days pass away--days of fearful agony and
despairing search on the part of Mary Hawk
son and of grief on the part of the poor car
pcnter's many friends. And then, among the
masses of floating ice in a dock on the Della
ware, the hair ola corpse was discovered
mating upon the temples, and the eyes were
seen cleaning with frozen stare. The body
was hauicu upon the wharf, ana before the
Coroner arrived, woman's wild shrek start
led the laborers on the wharyes, and Mary
Hawkson was raving over her husbands body.
And, though the corpse now moulders be-
meath the SHOWS Of the church yard, never
since has the wife, SO fatally weak--so sinned
against, yet sinning-ceasod to rave, like
fury, over the rain the policies wrought.