Butte record., 1856-06-07

9toiliy SKY WiIH lne moon SHINING
in it.
Excuse me, Sir; | have mistaken
your door for NINE said voice that
froze the marrow in my bones.
A low, dreadful voice as if coming
from the tombs. | scarcely remem-
Der what followed. | knew she fa-
cinated me. | knew | loved her. She
was like the tree; | could not escape
her. She had but to ask me ques-
ton, and | turned to listen to her.
She held me spell-bound. How strange
how wonderful was her talk She
spoke Of dreams, dreams, of omans.
of that wonderful power of the In
dian jugglers who could compel dreams.
She believed in frances. Some siroc
co seemed to have blown over, and
withered all her blossoms. So strik
ingly did she make this impression on
me that | involuntarily asked her,
Were you struck by lightning?"
She did not show any surprise at
this question, but Immediately answer
ed.
Yes, and completely scathed.'
She was dreadfully ill. Sometimes
she was brought down and put in a
carriage by her nurse, almost like a
child. Sometimes moans of agony
reached me from her room. Once
| accidently touched her hand-it
burned me. Yet now and then she
talked with almost superhuman ener-
gy, graphing with great social prob
lens, and thinking and working like a
strong man.
loved her. No one knew it but
the tree, and he only pointed skin
ny arm at me in derision. 'Dyin gl'
he seemed to moan. 'Dyingn echoed
the wind that went sobbing through his
branches.
One night, when the wave of life
seemed to surge more strongly in her
breast, and she had a flash of strength
| told her I loved her. | took one of
those burning, attenuated hands, and
said, live for me-I love you!'
She looked at me with unutterable
pity. Poor boy, you had better ne
yer have been born!'
did not attempt to answer her,
AS soon would | have answered the
ocean, had it thrown me like weed
On the rocks.
Still | sat by her side-still | stroye
to move her easy chair to the most
sheltered corner-still I marked with
growing anguish the fading light of
her face. One evening as | was so
occupied, my landiadv burst into the
room, and uttered Murder! murder!'
WHO is it!' we both said.
'Mr. Montague Lewis has been
found murdered in his bed. No one
went to his room till an hour ago,
when his servant got alarmed, opened
the door, and found him dead-stab-
bedl Oh, dear! oh, dearn
WAS he quite dead!' asked Mrs.
Brown, in her, calm, sepulchral voice
'Quite. Oh. what a family! and
Mr.. Clifford not here; and whatever
became of his wife, | should like to
know?
There is something wrong somewhere, ,
and with this profound reflection our
fat and asthmatic informant left US.
These conference.-the nurdered
man and his brother-belorged to an
old family in N. TEey were
the Redgautlets of the neighbornood.
Handsome, aristocr2 2tic-lookiug men.
they were reserved 10 an uncommon
degree; and stunning every one, were
summed by every one in their turn
Dreadful stories of the bad passion of
race fingered about the neighborhood.
Hard, cold men, with compressed lips,
they walked occasionally through the
streets, or were seen in the library,
bowing distantly to an acquaintance,
and frequently disappearing from the
town for year Or so, going no one
knew whittier.
Clifford Lewis, the younger brother,
was not at home when the murder
took place. A poor old housekeeper
was alone in the house. She said she
had heard noise in the night, had
risen and looked over the stairs.
4 saw man, she said, going out
of my masters room; | called to him,
he answered in my masters voice say
ing, Is is I, Rebeeca, do not fear; go
to your room again. | thought then
it was smaller person than my master
but then | knew his voice SO well, and
went to bed. In the morning he
did not come down; but that often
happened, he always told me not to
wake him he was such poor sleeper.
| waited till night, and then-Oh that
Mr.. Clifford would GOMEZ
In few days Mr.. Clifford came.
The community were shaken with fear.
Al that money and the law could do to
ferret out the murderer was tried inef-
fectually.
Mr.. Clifford Lewis, contrary to hi;
won't, went much to public places, sti.