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

goYernor--through her that ! was free
through her, mainly that the people iorgo,
my crime in the remembrance Of lhs
crime done me.
did not go 10 see Madeline | was rich
nov, end gladly she would welcome yns,
know, but kept away from her. She
had not married, she did moi marry while
she lived near me. she looked in vain for
the mFn with gold who would buy her
lie would not come, and al last she went
away, and years passed before saw her
again.
DO you believe thai pure. Pauline sroop.
ed to bless me ever alter was freel Il
was long before | could make myself be.
heve she would be my wife; and when I
asked her to, she said | did il out Of gra-
litude merely. Though, indeed. Sandy
Martin, il was but smallfayorp
'BuL Palne. love you. Ever since
that night when lost my honor you nav,
been before me, my good angel. 10 teach
me how TO live. will not speok Of Mad.
cline. You know think of her but 10
pity her. know | am moi worthy Of YOU;
l know il is wrong 10 me TO think Of il.
and yeti cannot help it. Sometimes (
5aaFe been told enough 10 believe that you
,&orgot my evil nature in consideration OF
10y better, but could hardly expect you
and forgive me for ssking--to share
with me my disgrace
oh, Sandy!' The blue eyes were filled
~lth Tears when she looked up. 'Notthatf
not that! God knows | would share with
any disgrsceor any trial. But you think
do you notl-that--that at well, we'll, Sandy
Martin, nobody gave me authority to act
Tor you while in prison, and did over.
step the bounds OF female modesty. But.
| didn't expect you would ever want 10
marry--me surely, | did not
All! what relief it was 10 know she
still respected me, and didn't say No,
because | he'd been a prisoner once.
would think she was afraid, that, in acting
for me, she had acted for selfish motives,
that she did il to gain the love OF even so
hard wretch as Sandy Martin. Timid
Pauline! she always oyerraled me, and
always forgot my faults and the crimec4
was guilty of.
1t took me q good while to make her
believe thai, not gratitude, not pity, but
love, prompted me to ask her 10 be my
wife; and when she did believe il she gave.
up with joy, and-we were married. -
Do you believe we nave been and are
happy! / do, and so does my good Pau.
line.
This dreary day I had a visitor. She
came, beating back The cold winds that
shook her rags SO ferceiy, and her steps
were slow and feeble. | pity such crea.
lures; and when she timidly rang the bell,
l ordered the servant 10 show her in. She
had once been beautiful could tell that;
even yet her rags could not destroy the
graceful outline Of her form, and under
the old bonnet that she wore were ewes
sunken, but bright and sparkling, and
beautiful even yet; the round face was
not much shrunken, but many wrinkles
were about il; the low forehead was shel.
ieredby hairs raven black; the forehead's
skin was white as marble, and seemed 10
be thin and close, as il it had been drawn
too tightly.
'For the love Of God chaiilyv heard
her say 10 the servant who opened the
door. What! you pausel command
you'll and her foot came steadily down
upon the stone steps. i used to live 10
this place, and I'll mol starve hefeA-in.
deed, mol
She passed by the servant and swept
into room where | was. Sandy Msriin,'
she half-shrieked, as il surprised, and not.
glad, that she had seen me. IN not i'm
trude here, OF ell Places she softly said,
and turned quickly away. But she iell.
she was my guesI--she was yely ILL.,
Madeline, her pride all broken ,clsimed
my protection, not in. words-she would
have died irst-.but she came, unknow.
ing who lived there, into my house, aud
she fell i'll there, and we did not want 10
turn the poor. erring fallen gsA away.
She is in bed now, my wi e is bending
over her with cheering ,oeHsSIiing words.
And, see! Pauline beckons to fae. While
my head is close 10 the lips of The sickl
one, l can hardly hear her voice, il is SO,
feRhle bni manaoe IN natch thasa word
The man with wealth never came 10 me-
Mr.. Martini with a sad smile, and she
asks, with pleading look: is it wrong to
ask you 10 forgive me, SandyP And when
l told her have nothing to forgive--thst
the past is all forgo,len-she adds, Ter.
vently; d am very, very glad to see you
so happy, Sandy am sure she is sin.
cere.