Sioux City register. [volume] (Sioux City, Iowa) 1858-1871, 1858-11-18

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The io,lpwing exquisite story from Ha~.
p~'s Weekly, i from The pen Of Fra Huou
LuDLow, Esq, the talented young author
ef "Ths Hasheesh Eater"
The new sesl ~ Jehn MarkhAa.
Fifteen years had rolled away since last
lStood in the market place Of The City Of
Hartford. I leA il when the tart wss
green and the birds were making music
ia the s1ns; the turf was green, and the
birds wsrs singing now. saw . said
man in black 80 BY, gravely smiling 70
he children, and knew he was the set-
usd olsrsymas, but not the one ! left
there. There were sountrymea standing
By their carts 10 the market; women chsf
fsring with penny ny-worth purchasers in the
stalls carriages driving in the street, 6'l
d with ladies On IN airing from the va
tsrins places near BY; old men and young
men, women and girls-ths msnnsr Of
life was even a. when left il; the forms,
~ faces Of that oacs familiar Life we're
forever gone. ra
Obi fifteen ysars mako greet differ.
sncss IL ) retsrning man. Wherever be
nay have passed thsm-ia home -
cheerful - the one abandoned, amidst CO
rssses of the beloved, surrounded BY plea
sant prospects. fondled BY prospsrity-if
be will 60 back to the old place, let him
remember that chilly pain awaits him
there, when he shall zee trees and houses,
and the very street stones stay, but the
living pass away aud ore forgotten.
But when man he's spent his absence
~ spent minc-for had not been on
the Continent, listening now to Rose Che
ris, now TO Thslber2, nov to the csths'
dral cadences Of Velimo. where the foods
break from his resoundng lips under the
ever blue arch Of q resounding sky had
not bsen waited to the upper cataract-,
bathed in the nepenthe Of that sir which
lulled the old world Memphis gsllAnts-
which lulls the Howsdji now; l had net
been living with friends who, shoulder to
shoulder, worked with me hopefully. in the
day time, OF welcomed me st night 70
glowing household hearth in room where
my children sat upon my knee, where the
rosy freight danced With the shsdows on
Tie wall, where woman beloved hushed
down the busioess echoes in my heart
with rich old ballad in . soft young
voice. a.t. ... ,.
do not often call up these fifteen years,
for they ere melancholy, maddening ghosts.
But when l do, the music with which they
stalk into my thoughts is such as this: >
monotonous sound of hamusers-clink,
elink, clink-slways In the same measure,
and broken only BY the fall Of stone frag,
meats heavy clauk Of iron doors mer>
cilessly shut in reverberating corridors,
with nothing but my owa pulse, coming
afterwsrd; for l spent my fifteen years in
prison. " & b
"a Do you ssk how I came there, The
story is not long one. l was junior
partner in the banking house Of my elder
brother near Hartford. One evening.
about nine o'clock, a. was leaving the
steps Of my lodging heavy hand fell up
on my shoulder, and I turned to see 3
aSherif's officer, with bis assistant, stand
ing close BY me. On the opposite side Of
the street the light shone merrily from the
window Of the woman ] loved. was on
my way to answer my invitation, and felt,
- every true man feels on such IN errand.
gentle toward all humanity. So did not
roughly push aside the interleper's hand,
- l ordinarily would have done, but qui-
etly moved out from under it, and said.
"My man, there is some mistake here
You have taken the wrong person."
Any one who knows what it is to lose 90
completely, in fearful dream, the self.
possession on which he would steady him
sslf, that he can no longer say, "This is
only dream" but begins to k~osc that il
is actual, viii realize how the awful truth
broke on me in IN instant - the officer
answered
"TAas won't d.; you ere John Mark
ham, Of Hartford. In ths name Of the
CoanoAvsal.h ! arrest you for. forgery"
Just then, On the opposite side Of the
street. the curtais wont down q ths light
ID window, and knowing in my soal thas
i.droppsd forever between me and The one
being Who in her ha nds held oil things fos
which lived, l felt quick cold shadder
ef ageny run through M, and my knesa
snets together like towards. ] said nc
mora, bat went with ny eaptor.
The first night in jsili Al, that ~,
ssrriblsi The c1amny, echoing stones o.
the Aooe ever which ! paced in darkness,
did aos hurt mstip their hardness. The
foul coarse pallet on which at intervals
threw myself 10 my bewildered weariness
did not chafe me BY it, coin nssrowness
was hsysud hurt from such things 70,
in the Eve minutes between my lodging,
and my cell had become aware that
had been brought to position whose sub
lime awfulness could not bs equalled By
anything slss on earth. Quicker BY "a
than ] can writs. yst in this eh.anel had
ny thoughts run. c ~ se..E.s
NJ hrethae. thraA dava a0o. anye me II