Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1856-03-15

| voice which You admired he crushed me witt
That iron hand which you saw. ] was high
Strung, lmpctuous. passionate loved him
-hod knows how much .-but dcGed him
l diu not want to be ruled. In this evil hour
ms oFoiher Montague came to live with us,
| ,io treated me kindly and trusted him
| / toId am was unhappy fatal, weak con.
| 'esalull lie was mean creature. lie loved
| ,he-he ASKED me TO fly with him. refused.
| l tod him hated him. lie wen. away. but
l,it Il poisoned arrow He told lis brother
mat had confessed That loved him, and he
ned TO save our happiness.
,,, HOW nrtstic0lly he planned his revenge ,
"hen my husband found that my pride cur
S'ooi ms cruelty he struck decper. We lad
u chiid hero the dying woman struggled
,earinliy with death and with agony which is
htFcrr-"a beautiful h'nc-pved boy. with all
,Hat ,H! Is @ood !maged in his ince. and not vet
p,'s"',u ny his inheritance OF evil He canc
at H,sht' W,hgn b" slept in my arms. hopc
ne Is dcat--I have never seen him since"
70 could not die; but there .yn. one 'h,nr
'G't Ter mc 10 do could kill, wcud
cleanse the race oG t'oso tyo r'arne-grrte
dcne." '.''
had dim consciousness ilat lio room
was iu'l OF people. that this woman lar diving
on sofa cCrld not collect ny SENSES.
dropped on my knees hy her side, and styoyc
10 say PRAYER for her suul--hrr guilty soul.
"eafd cry OF agony. Il couyulscd breathing.
aud | remember no more.
y dark room, the same grave old gentle.
man, the too familiar face Of Susan with u
DOW OF Gruci IN hcr hapd. This picture sue.
cccGed the last.
tried in vain to reconcile the two.
There, seems 10 me he looks sensibier."
said Susan.
The dcrtcr $50 imarineil started up -
e cs, here is Il change for the better. My
dear youa;: friend, how do you feel -
answered with the ghost Of voice, that
did not know.
~ very bad .yphus--a very complicated.
Important case. Nou are alive. ,uv Young
friend. through the blessing of God and sue.
cessful medical tr,n'mrut.'
"And the tree. is that typhus q? and Ms.
Brown, is she typbns and murder, and ali
that. merely typlus?'
malignant typhoid. my dear younr friend
Great irritation Of the brain, proceed almost
always by low spirits, strange lancips, deli.
rum, and too often death But you are
aliSe, and my friend"
"hrs. Brown wishes to know how the gen.
'Ith'dn Is. Saiu voice nj the door.
"DCcidedly better" said the doctor. Poor
woman, | wish she had better advice :"
il turned out that had met Mrs. Brown
at my chamber door. with ,he fever circum.
ting IN my veins, and had Gl'cn down con
Sclons. The Subsequent events had existed
but in my icyeled brain. | had Transmitted
two very respectable snnfy old bachelors
nto my murdered men, aud Mrs. Brown
proved TO be very nice, though rather elder.
: and plain invalid lady, for whom ! have
he highest respoct.
The tree--it was the mcrest old wreck you
ever saw. No respectable demon actus
toned to warm climate would have thought
o. a moment Of taking mp his abode in it,
his wiuier-quartcrs
But Doctor" said ], after I got well |
'nongh TO 80 down stairs, u don't ike the ,
ooks Of Mrs Browns physician. after all"
e. Know the reason, my dear Young friend; |
'nr instincts are very apt TO be right" said /
be doctor, who was a two o-and-lwcutv-grains- /
'!-calomol man. you do we'll to distrust .
lis countcnance; avoid him-Ee IS q H.jaeo- |
,GLit ~
The shadow Of the calomoi and Of The I
Ioctor'S awful authority was over mo still. so
did not argue the matter, hut took his cX- /
,Ianaton meekly and with show Of Gre
iulity.