The Westerly echo, & Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1854-1858, 1856-07-10

WESTERLY, r. L.. THURSDAY, JULY 10, 1856.

AT last the. storm broke, A torren
or lnVectlVcs came pouring upon her
Every unchrstian epithet did the en-
ragged man call to his aid while he hur
ried to and fro, hinging his arms wildly
about, and destroying every minor ar.
ticlo that came in his way Still Annie
was calm, but her very calmness only
maddsned him the more He came
towards her, roughly seized her arm,
and bade her leave the room-the
house, and never more defile it with her
presence. So she wrapping q
shawl around her head and shoulders,
For hours tho wrotched husband
paced the floor after she had gone not
a ray of repentance shone upon the
temptcst in his bosom. The clock
struck twelve; he started at tho sound,
and turned his haggard face towards the
window. almost in hope of seeing poor
Annie there, he knew not why. The
fire went out, and the light burnt low. -
The hated papers still laid on the table
and the little book on a chair near by
He went towards them, and gathered
them in his hands. There was some,
thing familiar in their look.-Tremb.
lingly he held one towards the light
and gatod with haggard face. Il
is|nis4 Geek sepen years-tho signature
|nnd0r the presentation was his oU~.
The revulsion of feeling was terrific.
His strength deserted him, and falling
heavily in his chair, he lifted, with al
most Rerveless hand, the book that had
been the innocent cause of all this
trouble, That also was dated in a
similar manner. A blindness came over
him as be read it was his wile's jour-
nal. Unconsciously his eye followed
tho lines as he turned the pages his
soul grew sick when he came to such
passages as these
'My bridal day Dear, noble Her
bert, how beautiful he looks | never
thought him so beautiful before. Oh
how | will repay his love with the best,
trueSt devotion !!
Herbert told me to-day it would be
ever thus; he would never cease to love
mo. LmusL love; it is my nature the
best, purest, whole impulse of my ma
ture. May my right hand perish ere
cease to love thee, dear husband =
'Thrcc months have gone by, and he
is still as kind, as tender as ever-nay
more so. | am almost too happy
Poor, weak, timid thing that I AMI
am so frightened when | think he might
grow cold but be said only to-day,
: that will never be- and | believe it
with my whole heart
Herbert is now sick. Oh Faith er
above, restore him speedily to health.
Make him fitting help-mate. May |
cherish him tenderly in erit as we'll as
good rcpor. How | love to nurse him
And he says his sick chamber is little
heaven, aud | am his angel. Father,
give me patient, loving spirit.
MY sweet babo is dead. God be
mereiful to US in our sorrow | will
not mourn as those without hope-my
Herbert is spared, and oh how he
strives to console me. Never was there
a kinder husband y
With a groan that was half shrek,
Lynn flung the book against the oppo-
site wall. 1T is an accusing spirit, he
cricd-'I have lost all--all. Ficnd,
black-hcartod fend that you are, Her
bort Lynn You have driven your
wife, frail, sick woman, out into this
nights darkness you have lost an angel
God Of mercy where shall | find
her her death will yet be on my head y
Into the street he staggered, although
he was now thoroughly sober. the
moon shone not, but the stars twinkled
in the cool, dark sky-twinkled so
brightly that heaven seemed hung with
eTelsHthc air was still, music stole
rom ncighboring house, all was rest
md peace, save his tortured spirit. On
10 walked, however, looking upward to {
he sky. and recording vow upon vow
hat he would lead better life pray ,
ng bsruing prayers that he might find
lis lost Annie Lynn.