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

model of virtue and honesty
Your uncle, Sandy she said. after
moment, is very ilI--he is not expecte
TO live
| started.
| sHis wound, which was bat a trifn.
one she quickly added--lest shoulc
believe be was suffering from the wounc
stilI--'has been entirely healed this long
while. His sickness is Of quite differ
ent character
Thank God for that!' calculated fer.
vently.
'And there are rumors, Sandy, that
She paused again, and bade her GO
on.
That he has made disclosures, bein 2
near to death, which will be greatly tl
your advantage
What, Paulinei' could scarcely
believe her voice. Pauline! PaulineP
called in vain. / stood and listened
TO her light football through the stone
passage way, and SIZE would not come
back Her mission was performed--she
was gone. The door was closed by the
keeper; the bolts we're pushed back, lock.
ing out Pauline, but locking 10 a joyl had
not known for months.
Often she came to me after that--al-
ways afraid she was intFuding. Aud,
Oh, though prisoner, how lightly sped
the time when / was pleased with the
light Of her eountenance. and the music
OF her voice. Dear Pauline! she was all
the world to me. Beautiful Madeline
was creeping, crouching thing, DARK 10
the brightness of my Pauline's purity.
My Paulinel Dared | think Of that!
What was / when near her?--a mGn oi
crime, whose fair fame was blasted, and
who was no more worthy to be an equal
among men. Alas! il was too true.
At last my uncle died. In the last hour
of his life he confessed that he had forged
a will. aAd that my fathers will, bequeath-
ing his property 10 me, was still pre-
served. 1t was found, the wrong would
be righted at last.
Bul no! | was prisoner. What was
wealth to me, when | had lost ell that
priced the most-honor. Bitter, bitter
were my regrets; but they availed me
nothing. would hayeto remain in pris
on long time yet, and when, at last, |
would be free again. life would be bitter
because the friends used 10 have would
turn away from me with scorn. Alas
True my uDcIe's confession lighIened the
weight Of crime that had cut through nv
shoulders, because it was so burhen-
some; but, after all, crime is crime such
fact for an excuse | felt as worth moth
| ing. was not sure, when | shot my
uncle, that he was the traitor he had pro.
ven himself 10 be, even had | been, my
intention was 10 get money--not 10 get
reparation or revenge for The wrong.
But had long period 10 look ahead 10
before | would be free. Psbaw! where
was the use of borrowing trouble about
what people will think Ol me when ! was
free?
Mono o-lhough! God bless my own
Pauline!-noIhing hadl 10 wait before
she bore to me the glad lidiDgs that " as
free!
remember we'll that day. 1t was
warm with sunshine and sparkling with
beauty. The chains OF brooks and rivers
had only just been thrown off by the glad
sunshine, the earth was only just ire e
from the winter embrace, and mother
earth's broad breast had just thrown
aside the shroud which had rested on it,,
all-too-coldly, SO many days, and the
bosom was warm as the fog foated off
from il; mother earth had come 10 her
milk again! All the world had thrown off
chains, thought, and wondered that
Nature did not clap hands and shout with
Joy and gratitude, as wanted to
The governor has PaTdoned you, dear
Sandyp
Ii was Pauline who said that. And my
keeper held open the heavy iron door
thai might pass out, TO be prisoner no
more, and there were tears in his honest
eyes, because he could not witness Paul.
ines Joy unmoved. She took my hand,
and together we trod Inc passage-way,
and together we stood, al last-l in my
old dress, and Sandy Martin, with honor
added-once more, together we stood for
the last lime, and then but moment,
on the stone steps Of the prison, that |
might drink in the glad sunlight and Ma
lures beauty, for the first time in so longl
The people, Sandy-Ob, how they
pitied you'll They love you just as well as
before, and forget, in the facts that you
nave been wronged, and that you were
crazy that night-forget the crime, the
only one, you were guilty OF. Believe
me, Sandy Martin, there are warm hearts
and warm hands 10 clasp your own at
homeP
Thank God 70: that, Pauline! And
Mad deline?
she loves you still. You may be hap
pyyet!
You didn't know, Pauline, that l. saw
your eyes drop and 7 our lips quiver
when you spoke those words: you may
be happy yeti Pshaw! would have
died that moment sooner than JRaYe q
thought oI being happy with Ma
despissd her--I could not helP
film had left nv eyes, and sa fislnly
at last. Fhe beauty mask OF Madeline
could moi hide, then, her narrow soul,
she stood before me, hideous hateful
And Loved Pauline And she didn't
k1owA guess, what psng shot through