Marshall County Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1855-1859, 1857-10-15

that scoundrel wrote to me--that | should
have ever dared to doub; the truth of her
who was truth itself o, Katy! Katy!
And he fell upon the turf and buried
his face in the rich grass that fourished
upon its surface A gentle voice aroused
him.
Who is il that calls upon the name Of
Katy See, she is here. Who are you
that asks for her? p
He looked up in fearful agitation, for the
voice WAS a well-remem bered one--O, how
well remembered
female figure stood by MS side. gazing
vacantly at his face. Her hair hung in
disheveled masses upon her scarce cover'd
bosom, and her feet were shoeless and
bleeding. The face was fearfully emciaied
and pale as the snow upon the mountains S
top. Was this some dream Of his excited
Imagination or was there really truth in
the DID sure:ss;;:,;; e:ss;,;yii OF spirits revsiting the
scenes of their earthly sojourn g? This
face was that of-he could not be mistaken
that of Kate Clennon
am tired of waiting for his RETURN
From my cave upon the mountain look
out at night and see the star that is watch
ing with me- But it seems to be growing
weary too, and its light is ever becoming
still paer as look towards It,
He spran8 to his feet and seized her in
his arms.
Katy Katy! O, what is this? Don't
you know me? IT'S I-Dermot O'Neil-
that thus clasps you in his arms Speak
to me--let me once more hear your voice!
0, what fearful mystery is hidden here?'
She looked at him still listlessly, while
he wen; on rapidly.
Il never was untrue to you, Katy, but
| have kept my oath, and it is you, my
darling, that is the victim of vile decep-
ton fom one you took to be friend. Don't
you know me yet? Don't you know your
Dermot @
He paused, and gazed with fearful earn
estness into her face Was he right ? Yes
there was a ray of intellect beaming
forth from her eyes.
Look Katy there above us is the same
star that looked down upon us on that night
when we parted. See, il is shining brighter
than ever 1t knows full well that am
here the same as when | left you. It's
smiling upon me now, and sure the star
could not do that and me tellin' you black
lie before it,
The ray of intelligence grew brighter
her eye expanded, her cheek glowcd as 81 c
listened.
james Carol tould We all that william
could conceive, and | heard it all tonight
i. for the first time from the lips of village
boy. He wrote letters to me parporting to
come from you. and to you he read one he
said was from my hand, Katy. he lied
And only let me see you look into my face
with one of your own old glances. and if
the wretch is to be found, he shall suffer
the fate he so richly deserves Don't you
know me yet, Katy Darling? Don't you
hear my voice and doesn't ii remind you
of the happy times of old?'
The bright ray of soul had grown still
brighter, and as he ended, her white lips
parted to murmur forth, in natural tones
the well remembered name of 'Dermot! !!
as she sank into his arms and gave full
vent to a flood of gushing tears.
He bore her tenderl y forth. and in avery
short time she was III the hands of those
who would watch over her with the tender
est care and in the meantime the news
had flown like wildfre through the coun-
try-side that Katy Darling was not dead
nor drowned, and that Dermot O'Neil was
not the black hearted william they had for
so long time supposed him.
And James Carol? A few fearful SEN
tences tell the remainder of his history. A
band of solute-lookng men had collected
together and determination of securing him
before the opportunity should present itself
of his escape. Their fiercely- knit brows
and compressed lips augurcd but little for
their moderation should he show the least
resistance. But their labor was in vain,
and they were spared, perhaps, the crime
that might have hung upon their conscien-
ces. Arrived at his house, he was not to
be found ; and strict search ended in the
discovery of his body sus spended from the
limb of tree hard by his dwelling, The
news had reached him somehow, and driv
en- to dispair, he had committed suicide by
hanging himself.
From such fearful thoughts We turn away
in horror, and seek once more the gentle
Katy side.
Did he not watch over her with the low
ing kindness of a mother? And was it not
in his arms that the tender and bruised flow
er found a resting place after all the storms
that had swept so fiercely over it? 1t is
blooming once again as fresh as ever. and
around the parent stem cluster of little,
gentle buds are putting forth the first deli
cate hues of their young presence. one by
one. and adding still further joys 10 the
oyerfIowing cup of their parent flower.