Butte record., 1856-06-07
NUMBER 81.

| did not want to be ruled. In this
evil hour his brother Montague came
to live with us. He treated me kind
ly, and | tustad. I tod him was
unhappy-fatal, weak confession! He
was mean creature. He loved me
he asked me to fly with him. Irefus-
ed. | told him I hated him. He went
away, but he left poisoned arrow
lie tod his brother that / had confess
sed that | loved him, and he fed to
save our happiness.
How artistically he planned his re-
venge. When my husband found that
my pride outstood his cruelty, he
struck deeper. We had child'.here
the dying woman struggled fearfullv
with dath, and with that agony which
Is fiercer-'a beautiful blue-eyed bow,
with all that is good imaged in his
face, and not yet blighted by his in
heritance of evil. He came at night,
when he slept in my arms. hope he
is dead have never seen him
since.'
4 could not die; but there was one
thing left for me to do could
kill! would cleanse the race of
these two plaques spots. No other wo
man should suffer as | had done.'
had a dim consciousness that the
room was full of people; that this
woman lay dying on sofa. could not
collect my senses. dropped on my
knees by her side, and strove to say a
prayer for her soul-her guilty SOUL
| heard a cry Of agor y, convulsed
breathing, and remember no more.
A dark room, the same grave old
gentleman, the too familiar face of
Susan with a bowl cruel in her hand,
This picture succeeded the last.
| tired In vain to reconcile tho
two.
There, seem to me he looks SEN
sibler,' said Susan.
The doctor $50 l imagined started
up: yes, here is change for the
better. My dear young friend, how
do you feel?'
| answered with ghost of voice
that | did not know.
A very bad typus--a very conpli-
Gated, important case. You are alive,
my young friend, through the blessing
of God and successful medical treat
ment.'
And the old tree, is that typus?
and Mrs. Brown, is she typus? and
murder, and all that, merely typus?'
Malignant typhoid, my dear young
friend. Great irritation of the brain
preceded almost always by low sprir
its, strange fancies, delirium, and too
often with death! But you are alive,
and, my friend"
Mrs. Brown wishes to know how the
young gentleman is said voice at
the door. Decidedly BETTER said the
doctor. Poor woman, l wish she had
better advice!'
It turned out that had met Mrs
Brown at my chamber door, with the
fever circulating in my veins, and had
fallen down uncon cious. The sub
sequ mt events had existed but in my
fevcred brain. | had transmitted two
very respectable snuffy old bachelors
into my murdered men, and Mrs.
Brown proved to be very nice, though
rather elderly and plain invalid lady,
for whom | have high respect. The
tree-lt was the merest old wreck you
ever saw No respectable demon ac-
customed to warm climate would
have thought moment Of taking up
his abode in it, particularly his winter
quarters.
But, DOCTOR said I, after got well
enough to get down stairs, 4 don't
ike the looks of Mrs. Browns ply
sician after ALL
4 know the reason, my dear young
friend; our instincts are very apt to be
right said the doctor, was a two-and-
twenty grain-of- calomel man. 'You
do well to distrust his countenance;
avoid him; he is Homeopattist.'
The shadow of the calorrel and Of
the doctors awful authority was over
me still, so I did not argue the matter,
but took his explanation meekly and
with show of doubt.
An erninant Anrin,,ltuxaI rr;tar