True American. [volume] (Steubenville [Ohio]) 1855-1861, 1856-06-04
}, WEDNESDAY, JUNE 4, 1856,

white hand, she struck the heavy pisto
TO the floor, and with wild, sad cry
springing from her pale lips, Saved, sa-
we'd, Alden, she wound her arms about
him.
The desperate man put her away
Saved he cried, hoarsely, Saved to RUM
degradation, TO verse than death. Leave
me, Elsie, and let me do the deed now.
But she came back to him, for she would
not be put away. mo, no. she answer
ed, and her pale face shone almost like an
angels, with its beautiful wife-tender.
ness, did you think, Alden, your Elsie
would leave you now, when your arms
have sheltered her so long! Did you
think she would not follow you through
suffering and shame, true and loving to
the end 2
But not to prison, Elsie, not to pris.
on!' His head dropping as he said it.
Yes she answered, drawing closer,
and the light of her soul was shining in
her eyes, to prison, to the gallOWs, to
death, Alden !
And then he took her in his arms, and
while his heart was wruI G with deeper
agony for her than for himself, he told
her all.
And Elsie learned, for the first lime
of the threatened collapse in her husband;
business, and Of the utter impossibllity
of his meeting the expenses of their lat'
party wthout-he whispered the Words
'he had forged note for tecO thouSant
doNarS!' He hoped to pay it, and 81
elu,le discovery, but matters grew worse
and he could not raise the money.
'And it was for me you did it, Alden
because l spoke those cruel words Oh
God help me | am 10 blame not you
cried the heart.broken wife.
But before her husband could answer
her, she had sprung from her seat, and
great hope dawned into her facial
den,' she cried, 'it was | that ruined, it il
| that will save you. am going to tha
man whose name you forged, and vii
beg, pray, anything, till he promises II
spare you
Elsie and her husband shook his heat
mourn(uly ; his heart is a hard one
No matter, will find my way to it,
l will not let him 60 till he has promised
to save you. Pray God, Alden, while
am gone, pray Him without ceasing, Il
be with me y She pressed one long, low
ing kiss upon his bowed forehead, ant
left him.
Mr.. Holburn the millionaire, was slow
ly pacing up and down his long, narrow
office, with his hands behind him, as wa
his custom.
He was a dark, stern-looking man
with deep wrinkles set in his forehea
and thin face, and altogether, it was no
one that little child, or heart yearninI
for comfort and sympathy, would hav
been drawn toward.
Strange, strange muttered the mil
lionaire to himself, shat young man @
such family, occupying such positio
on change, and in the best social circles
should have done this thing. What
sensation twill create Gave that splen
did party last night, too
Mr.. Holburn's monologue was sudden
ly interrupted by the entrance OF a lady
She made her ingress unannounced, an
putting her long veil aside, revealed fac
hardly yet ripened into full " omanhoot
yet very touching in its pale, mourn(r
Ioveiness.
t i am Mrs. Raymond she said eager
ly, 'and you now know for what | hav
come. Oh, sir will you not spare m
husband 2
Madame said Mr.. Holburn, PARTIAL
recovering himself, 'it is a very painfr
duty to refuse you, but Justice must hav
her course. The offence is so palpable.
But Elsie had sunk down at the man
feet, unable to stand. 20, sir she criet
clasping her hands, while the tears role
down her sweet face, do not say that !
, If you ever had mother who sang yo
to slumber in her arms, or sister b
. whose side you knelt in prayer, or
} wife whose head slumbered on your hear
: by all that you have ever loved and chez
} ished, have pity upon me, | pray you
have pity upon my husband, and spare u
, both from life that will be worse tina
deathv
J, There will come day and an hou
, when you will be glad that you listene