Kenosha tribune & telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1856-1859, 1857-12-31

so he felt secure.
/ They had passed more than half tn,
distance when the lond report of gul
startled them and made them quicker
their already fast movements. TIL,
darkness was now intense, and know
ing this they hoped that no stray sho
might chance to strike them. The shor,
was almost reached when a last, Ions
and loud peel came booming over tn
waters, and at the same moment Mar,
exclaimed: ..ee
ssRow faster--they have shot mel"
A moment more and the shore wa
reached and the fainting Mary borne il
the strong arms of William, to his faith
er's home. "A physician was summone,
and all done that could be done to saw,
the life of one in whom was centered 81
many bright hopes-but it was all inyail
her days were numbered-the sand,
from her life-glass had fallen out one b,
one, some amid the sunshine-the last
few, in thick cloud of shadows, anG
she went to her other home with thu
name of him she loved upon her lips.
i William shed no tear. Some thought
him hard hearted. Many wondered a
his strange actions.
A few friends were around.. the grave
the coffin was lowered-all eyes were
fixed upon William-he was gazing in
tently into the last home ofhis loved one
Wringing his hand he exclaimed:
''Mary, Mary, how can l give you up
and fell senseless to the earth.
They took him up. He was no more
the noble and energetic man. Hence
forth they called him an idiot After {
time it was ascertained that Mr.. Sulli
van and the British officer, having miss
ed Mary, caught sight of her after she
left the land and then as quickly as pos
sible procured boat-pursued the fugi
tives, and when it grew dark, fired
hoping to terrify if they could not carry
back the flying ones.
Mr.. Sullivan did not even deign tc
visit his dying child, though she repeat
edly called his name; nor would he per-
NIT her mother to see her.
No brother or sister shed a tear over
the untimely fate of poor Mary, but
warm hearted friends wept bitterly as
the cold earth fell heavily over her re
mains.
A number of years passed before it
was known that the British officer was
a married man, and scoundrel of the
deepest dye. Mr.. Maitland moved west,
bringing with him the Inflated William,
who was perfectly harmless. He went
about the country imagining himself a
physician, and making all sort of strange
speeches in which the name of Mary
was often blended. He used to be at
our house, as indeed he was at every
place, for crazy Billy was known the
country round. The last time / saw
him, his hair was white, and time had
planted many wrinkle on his once
manly brow; but he still imagined him
! self yeuag and doing a thriving bust
ness. O, it is terrible thing to see a
mind so shattered-to be called an id
lot; it implies misery so lasting that we
involuntairly shudder when we think OF
/ it.
A short time since he died; old and
covered with times marks, and yet I'M
conscious of the joys and sorrows that
had been his for many long years. AS
he lay on the bed of death, while kind
friends were about him, waiting for the
death angel, he, the object of their So
licitude opened his eyes and gazed up
on them; but with no foolish express
sion. He looked wonderingly around
for a few moments, and then in tone
strangely low and musical he said:
''How is my Mary, father. and why
are so many strange faces here, or why
are so many here at all? | have had
dreadful dream he continued:
81 thought that Mary died, and oh.
what long years of exeruciating mis-
cry have been crowded into the last few
hours"
He paused for an answer, and his
father, although his heart ached for his
child, left the room and in moment re-
turning, he presented mirror to his
son, saying:
"William, that will answer your ques-
tions better than can"
A shade of anguish passed over the
sick mans face, and for few moments
he shrouded his eyes from the gaze OF
all gathered there, and then looking up
he spoke calmly and clearly:
''It was no dream then father-all was
terrible reality and | have been an i'd
lot, fool forlong years; a laughing stock
for old and young while growing old
and vet have not realized the great mis-
cry | have lived through. | know, faith
err that you must have wept very often
I NJ
was betterso than to live with reason
until anguish ate out my heat core and
sentme to my grave wreck of my former
self And now | am dying. Father,
mother, my course on earth is nearly
run. and the last thread which binds me
to life, will soon be svered, it needs but
one more touch to break the wayering
string and my freed spirit will seek a
brighter, kinder home. Farewell! broth.
ers, sisters, father and mother Once
more | bid YOU all farewell. Mary am
coming"
The last word died in a whisper
The cord linking spirit to materially
was rent asunder.
Near to clear running stream and
beneath the branches of Widespread
ing forest tree, where the moss grew
soft and velvety-where the yiolets Low,
ed to cluster and wild roses to blossom,
in the cool shade, there made they bed
for him--sco oped one in the earth and
piled the sod above his inanimate form
A simple monument on which are IN
scribed the words ''He loved her,
marks the resting place of him, the
scenes of whose life were portrayed witt
such tragieal vividness.
Few of those who shall wonder II
DAYS to come at the strange inscription