Marshall County Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1855-1859, 1856-06-26

night Was dark and gloomy, and the wind
moaned ftfully in the black forest. / ask
ed no questions; my companion gave no
explanations. Arrived al the railroad de-
pot. we stepped on board the night train
which was on the point Of leaving, and for
the space of ten hours we travelled without
intermission. At last the train stopped. II
was nearly noon, and ne were in the midst
of great city Ny companion handed lie
into carriage and we were driven rapidly
along. The streets through which We pass
ed, were silent and deserted. No carriage
passing save black, gloomy hearses. and
the ghastly dead carts, and 1 felt at once
that was in a city of pestilence.
Our carriage stopped before an imposing
stone edifce. was assisted to alight and
with feeling of sufocation l followed nv
guide up the marble steps to the great
gilled door. He turned the handle with
out ringing, and entered a gorgeously car
pc ed hall. A broad fight of variegated
marble steps led upwards. Ny guide mo-
toned me TO follow him and passed noise
lessly up. We arrived at the last landing.
he pushed open the mahogany door and
said, gently, She has come" then turning
he left me in large apartment furnished in
style of Oriental splendor. In gor
geously curtained alcove there was low
couch. sprang towards it. Great Godl
there he lay, so frightfully changed that an
Indifferent person would not have reeogniz-
ed him-my hearts idol! he whom l loved
better than all the world. With Il scream
| caught him in my arms. | pressed my
lips to bis cheek, kissed the damp sweat
from his forehead. and laid my face on his.
oh, Geniel poor, dear, lost Genie!' was all
that he said
Then when lie was more composed, he
said, why did you come, Genie. Twas mad
to send for you, it is death far you to stay
here; but, oh Geniel SO ionged to feel your
dear hand upon my hot brow once more.--
You will die if you say here. darling. with
this fearful pestileuce-here. where had
arranged everything for you-oh, Genie,
il is hard to die md leave you just as lifs's
sweet dream Of love was over you! This
was to have been cur home, ] had chosen
everything for you; and now. must be
laid in the cold grave mould! Oh God!
oh GodN lie drew down my head % his
bosom, and said in fain. whisper. 'des--
est Gene,ieye, if /. h.1 been His VII %
have permitted ma 70 Eve l would made
your life journey Joyous! l would have
plucked every thorn from your pathway.
But it was not to be 50, dearoa', and God
never DEGREES unjus:ly. Promise me.
Genie, that you viii BOW subrai.siye,y .
His great VIII
Howard talked to me muci. NOR uni.
his strength Was wasted, aa3 the
black pes.ilential shadow drew closer "a
round him. As the moon ross IN the cast.
he put his feeble arIas abou, me, and mur-
INJURED, Mine in Heaven Genie" Then a
col calm settled over his face. the light
went out in his eyes. his arms lay Ike lead
around me; fell on his dead bosom, and
for many years was as one unbornl
am old now Ny once je;y hair is
white as December snow. Ny limbs are
palsied by age, my voice is feeble and b:o-
ken. I am called an cid maid. The
young girls in their rosy bloom, ask NE
why IAave never married. ana smile at my
lonely eccentric life All my relatives are
living meath the valley clods. and l live
here alone in my grand, gloomy house. At
Blackwater.
would not have it Otherwise. God has
taught me to look to him alone for Lappi-
ness. lie took away my idol; but it was all
right.
feel that my earthly pilgrimage Is al
most over; that shall soon pass through
the Valley of Gloom into the eternal sun
shine of l,eaven. Howard awaits mo
there, and icok forward with blissful an
ticipation, to th, time when l shall lool:
into his eyes by the calm, pure light Of
Heaven.
Civil LrBER1Y.-Men arc qualified for
civil liberty in exact proportion 10 their
disposiiion to nut moral chains upon their