The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1858-11-18

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you the worlds wealth, Madeline, bu
that will not be happiness. You are ricl
now, den, sSch in my love, poo
as k5,' Tor love you with all the ardo
Of my soul. would rather give you W
to one you love-lor there you would b
happy--than to see you sell yourself tc
the money god But | will not urge yor
words would be useless. Remember
5iasasi- pity you--remember, my foolish
tgirl. Good night"
Stay, SandyIa-shes placed her white
hand on nv arm, and looked. almost plea
dingly, up into my face. Get rich, gel
rich, boy, and then, ifnobody else that is
rich comes 10 me, aoe may be happy yet.
NE? Do you love me?'
4 will not say yes. dear Sandy, but you
can guess Come to me rich no matter
III as soon as tomorrow night, and | will
marry you. Good nightP
She TUNED away quickly. l watched
the white folds Of her dress, as she went
up the walk to the door of her home. IF
as soon as to morrow night Unused -
Surely she would have me get rich, no
matter how and dark suspicion cross
ed my mind, that she would have me get
money even at the expense Of honor and
good name. Oh, Madeline, you wor-
SHIPPED wealth, and | could not doubt your
,y2Rning,
II was a dark, dreary night. Winds
sang gloomily, as I trod my way over
the frozen road; they whispered strange,
horrible stories among the dead leaves of
the trees; and, once in a while, they seem
ed to say. Back, Sandy, oh, 90 back!
Come no further, for your life Go home
again!
believe there are voices in the winds
i believe they sing with our hearts,
when we are glad, that they warn US back
when we are going forth to evil deeds.
Several timesl stopped, thinking they
spoke to me. and once or twice looked
over my shoulder nervously, thinking that
Pauline spoke 10 me, and said the winds.
Back. Sandy Martin, back'
Pauline!--1 have not told you about
her, have /? She was beautiful, blue
eyed, affectionate girl. She loved not what
was evil. She was a quiet, modest, retir
ing girl who was loved by all who knew
her, one whom everybody blessed, and
everybody couldn't help but love. read
a secret Of hers one day, Long she had
kept il locked in her own brest, and rather
than have it gel away from there she
would have died. Yet knew it-1, from
whom. fall others, she would have kept
liz sacred read it in her looks, her
eyes, her actions. and | was very proud
to know it, She loved me!
What wonder that 1 thought heard
her sweet voice close to my ear, pleading.
Back, Sandy! for your life 60 back!
What wonder that thought her pure
lips, once. we're pressed to my brow, when
l was only kissed by the wind? She
seemed an angel 10 me-tco pure for me
After had read her secret, called her
my good angel, and, indeed / called her
so that night, for her influence seemed al
most chain to my feet, forbidding me to
go forward on my errand of wrong. Yet
| did not love her very much simply
respected and admired her, and Was proud
of my triumph proud that such an one
should love me-
would not listen 10 The W nd voices
that warned me back-though they were
very Ike the pure voice Of my good Pau
line Between the form that seemed to
be before me, trying to turn my steps,
saw Madaline, and she, too, whispered,
and she said. go on!'
obeyed. Iwould, I believe, have COM
mitted murder to please her-would, had
she commanded me to. was her slave
-bowng to her meekly and gladly,
though my better nature rebelIed.
Icame to narrow passlin the wood, at
last. Istationed myself close to the road
and waited knew that a man, with a
heavy sum Of money, would pass that
way and it was my intention to rob him.
Oh. how my conscience whispered but |
was resolved. would win Madeline,
though lost all the world and Heaven at
last. would win her. though blasted
her happiness, by leading her on to a
union with a man. myself, whose honor
and whose self respect was all gone, and
who. mayhap, would be called thief and
robber, and pointed at and despised as
such. did not shrink--though my
heart throbbed painfully--from the deed,
/ held loaded pistol in my hand, and
waited.
The man | would rob was u strong
brave fellow, and there was danger to me
in the undertaking, but | hardly thought
of that. He was my uncle too! Some
how, 1 shrank from attacking man
did not know, and there was an old set
tied suspicion of dishonesty that | had
against him. which seemed to me to be
an excuse for choosing him.
My father had died, leaving his only
child penriless, though he had been rich.
The property-.by the will that had been
found in his desk fell all to my uncle
and there was statement, along with the
will, TO the effect that his child Sandy,
had proven unaithful, and must, there
fore, take care Of himself. 1t was most
unnatural disposition OF affairs, and could