The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1857-04-02

| P1NSS'S Va eSouF oA0 ocopdlT,
over which is stealing the impress of
death. At the bedside are three persons
two of them old men, whose heads are
white with the SHOWS of rrany winters.
| The placid brow and mild eye of one
bear an expression of chastened sorrow;
the other wears the trace of wild passions.
The third is tall youth, on whose fore
head and finely chiselled lips is an ex-
preston of pride and resolution, in con-
'fast' however, to the loving light in his
dark, hazel eyes. 1t is the venerable rec
tor OF Hadley,the Earl of Woodleigh, and
his discarded son Arthur.
casper, my poor boy" said the earl,
''are you in much pain?"
A fearful spasm passed over the DIVING
mans face. ''Pain?" he repeated; I am
suffering the foretaste of what I shall
soon experience! Do not speak to me so
kindly or you will drive me mad! I sent
for you, my lord. and your son, that |
might repair the great wrong have done
both you and him."
Lord Woodleigh turned deadly pale.
"My son!" he said, huskily. "You rave.
Jasper; | have no son!'
Lord Woodleigh," returned Jasper
St Clair. 81 am dying! Listen to me.
You took me from my dying mothers
arms and gave me the love and tender
ness OF father, and viper like, l stung
the heart that cherished me! You seemed
averse to marriage, and. as I grew up, I
imagined that on your death should in
inherit your wealth and title. Your un-
expected marriage, was bitter disappoint-
ment. I hated your wife and child, and
determined you should separate from
her and disown him. Forged letters,
and artful excitement of your jealousy,
accomplished both.
"There stands Lady Edith's son. he
added, pointing to Arthur, and sinking
back exhausted upon the pillow; 'sher child
and yours! She was as pure when you
flung her from you, as she was when YOU
first took her to your heart--as pure as
she is now, an angel above! Do not
curse mel" implored the wretched man,
as he met Lord Woodleigh's look Of
horror; 'ifyou have been bitt erly wrong
ed, you have been terribly avenged
The wife of my bosom left me for the
arms of another; the last of five lovely
children in the next room lies cold and
motionless, and I am dying, childless and
alone Grant me your forgiveness-I can
not die without Mati''
A terrible expression cleaned in Lord
Woodleigh's eyes. DESTROYER of nv
peace! murderer of my wife!'' he exclaim-
ed, fercely; forgive you? never! May
the curse Of
"Forbear, my lord" said the rector,
solemnly; "the guilty soul of Jasper St.
Clair is now now before another and I
trust more merciful JUDGE
The earl shuddered, as he gazed upon
the distorted countenance from which
even the hand of death could not efface
its despairing expression; then looking ca
gerly towards his son, stretched out his
arms towards him. Arthur fixed his
eyes earnestly upon his father, but re-
mained motionless, pity and Indignation
struggling for the mastery.
"Child of my wronged and murdered
Edith!'' said the earl. TREMENDOUSLY; "haye
you no word for your wretched and
guilty father? Repulse, curse me, if you
will, but look not at me thus with your
mothers eyes. my son!'' he groaned.
AS Arthur gazed upon the broken
hearted old man -flial love tris,r,1pf1edf IN
his heart, and springing to his side, he be-
sought with tears fathers blessing. In
three weeks Lord Woodleigh died but
not until he had acknowledged Arthur
as his rightful heir and reinstated him in
his heart and home, which was soon af-
ter graced by the presence of young and
lovely bride.