Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1858-07-17

berately swear. You have taken his life, and
you have made my future long course Of alb
ject terror, shame and misery. you have en-
tailed infamy on yor children. The came
land Cannot nos contain as and you. You
can bid them farewell today before you
start, il you please farewell to last forever"
Various emotions had arisen within Mr.
1orke but amidst them all was lively
consciousness that ii must be rot only that
he had too surely put himself in his wile's
pCwer, but for the sake Of his own safety
The awful fact had elready stamped itself up.
on his brain that a mud, ter is bevor safe !;
the wings Of pursuit seem flying after him for.
ever. But for that wretched premature
avowal, suspicion would not hare pointed 90
him. "What madness possessed me 10
make it p he asked himself gnashing his
cruel teeth in fierce anguish.
What indeed The strange fatality Of self
betrayal has led to the doom Of many q Grim
iual besides Mr. Yorke.
lie k1,er that he must henceforth be an
exile from his land, his home, bis wife, and his
children the past lay behind him, red and
iiredeemable; the future black Darkness
Persp!raton broke out from every pore, and
he turned his eeseechirg, aiject eyes on his
late wife.
Elizabeth have you 10 pity Cor ne 2
None she answered. my only feeling
is, and will be, one Of resentment ard hatred
! never loved you; take that with you for
your comfort: and believe the reason why
ne"er cordd love you was, that in my secret
soul | unconscously detected the germ of
such a crime in your nature. But was
faithful and good wife 10 you l strove to
seem a loving one: | would ever have been
so, ever have SO striyen and the mad ieal.
onsiy that come over you was utterly and to-
tally unfounded. When that poor man call
ed here, not many minutes before you killed
him, he told me he was about to marry Lucy
Maskell; Judge therefore, whether there
could have been shadow of wrong feeling
between us. "rouch me not (" she cried,
shrinking from him with oathlng as he would
have taken her hand; you shall ueyer touch
so much as my hand again. Yours is red
sir"
Poor criminal, His own wife, whom he
had so loved
II believe have said all" continued Mrs.
orke. al you have not, say it for this is
our last interview.
The words sounded to him as bitter mock.
cry. lie dared to gainsay none Of the ar
rangements be had put it ont of his power
to do so, and he might not offer word or to-
ken OF affection, even though it was their last
farewell. "Send in the children to me- was
all he uttered.
Mr. Yorke left the house eft dusk, with i've
intention Of proceeding to London by the late
train, left to be u fugitive henccrU.th on the
face of the earth. Mrs Norze stood at the
window in silence, aud as lie stood in silence,
and as he disappeared, she sank on chair,
almost without motion. The excitement
which had buoyed up her resolution through
/ out the day, deserted Der now.
"lle is gone forever" she murmured TO her
two sharers in the fatal secret. 81 pray you,
let bis name sink into Oblivion. Henry, you
are but boy; are you sure Of yoursef?-
can you bury this wretched past as aiEectually
as it il had not been p
"Elizabeth," whispered The lad, bending
over her, "I were not sure or myselG ne
yer should haze undertaken to save him. !
would rather say that | murdered him than
betray Norke for your md the children 5
sake, and our own good name'
Mrs. Horke felt that she might securely
trust him, and also that her miserable hns.
band would not dare to trausgress the condi.
tlons, or attempt TO return to England But
what future was before her for a rambling
! fear must ever be at work, acerating her un.
easy and .emorseful heart, which .oo surely
whispered that her own early vanity had re-
motcly led TO this. Oh, well was Mrs. Jan.
son ayenged-when, years ago. she had al.
most prophesled that Elizabeth Sherriugtou' S
( LIE should be one OF retributiCn.