Squatter sovereign. [volume] (Atchison, Kan. Terr.) 1855-1858, 1857-02-17

regular .ha. my wife never saw me Til
late at night. aad never expected me du-
ring the daytime. 1t was relief to both
Of US to sec each other as lille as posi-
LIe, for now there was no sympathy be-
tween, US; our thoughts, IDEAS and wishes
were entirely opposite, How different
from our NODES, home In Baltimore =
Thore. Ne had agreed in every thing, and
our Whole life had been one Of unalloysd
Happiness and love. Oh. fatal fortune
! WHY was cursed. with The possession Of
Is1o .0o0, GOO.
Nne day wen, TO the reading room as
usual. but while there was taken with u
vio!ent sick headache. determine to re-
turn to my Hotel and go 70 bed.
| Acting upon this idea, contrary 10 my
usual custom. returned home in the mid
die Of the day. was just about entering
my bedroom, when l heard voices in tie
parior.. which was situated on the same
.nding with The Sleeping apartment.
| cautiously approached the glass door,
and psered over he green blind. Oh,
God What did I see ihcrc-couIds ] be-
Iieve my eyes .s,..s,-a.a -. -.
Yes, there was Monsieur LetouS. kneei-
ing at my wiEe-s feet kissing her hand
and oil. horrors Of horrors. She was gazing
lovingly aud slnilingly in his face.
My brain was on FIRE, my heart beat tn
multuons.y. Her indifference ! could bear
but dishonor. never! | rusaed into MY
bed room, and seized reuolver Away
carried with me when travelling. Wit
one bound was in the room. confronting
tie gully pair.
: william you must die!' exclaimed
and discharged my. pistol at Letoux, the
bali entered his heart. he reeled, gazec
at ne with ghastly stare, and fell dead
at my feet. - -
:. Now, Madam, il is your turn | ex
claimed, facing my wife. you must re-
join your vile paramour. ..s s..ssss..
8" Oh! mercy. jonathan, mercy sll'
cried, clasping her eyes together. ..z
> z
What show mercy to vile woman
like you-never ~
placed the revolver to her heart anc
discharged it. rf
She died without grean y.
/ Ny work was now finished. and gaze,
} stupidity around me. My feelings under
went revulsion. There lay Jane, m.
Jane. my own dear wife. weliering IN be
) blood. and was her murderer With {
cry of horror. threw myself on her pros
traie body, and lost my consciousness.
When came TO myself, ] was in th,
hands Of The gendarms. and on my road t
prison.
Teree months Of dreary captivity fol
lowed. How shall describe all the an
gulsh of mind endured :. Ny heart wa
: broken! ~ sa
One morning I was. informed that m,
trial was 10 take place that day, hear'
the news with utter indifference for car
| ed not what became Of me- -, asIt
+, was tried, ! made no defence, and al
ter a long investigation, a verdict of vii
full murder was retprned against me.
was condemned to be, guiioiincd in ;
! week s4 as
: The falal day at length dawned.. Tn
execution was 10 take place in the Plae
du Tronc. We left the prison at an earl
4 heur, and soon reached the spot. Ther
: before me stood the hieleons black gaille
tine. and could see the knife glis.en j
i the rays of the morning, sun. The al
!. proaeh 10 the scrfold was surrounded B
! soldiers, A passage was formed betwee
: them and Iascs nd ed the steps. An in
Z mense eonceusse Of people filed the squar
and when they saw me. a fearful cry. va
raissn. whether Of sympathy Or disgust
e. had no means Of telling. sse : sFagssss {.
Il I glanced around me for a moment, an
then lsnelt down and prayed ferven.ly.
!, rose up and prepared 70 suffer the ,exireln
e penalty OF the law. barred n.y neel
and placed my head in the fatal niche.
J heard.a russiing sound. and felt yiolel
y shock. opened my eyes, and q ae
y known voice gEeesed my cars. -
IN w. meas;er, will ye get up, az
: sure the coffee lcowld, and the mats dor
:. to rags
d And .:lere was Bridget, shaking me /
y the shoulder 10 awaken me-.
saw II all in q slioansnt. I had faiie
i Easieep over lLe paper. and i, WAS all
Edrcam When l understood it. i coul
7 ..airiy haze hugged Bridget sas 50 plea
. led. ssa s s.ss
n sI looked round. there VAS ny own lisl
,-wife IN a cassa- placid sleep By my sid
e There had been no letter. nos siortuae.Ias
II what was stia better. ne murder. l. :