Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1858-06-16
CHAPTER w,
"0h when tie heart has once been riven,
The wound vii. firmly close no more;


The wound vii firmly close no more;
Let mcmorys searching probe be driven.
I! bieclS: and quivers freshly sore"
Eliza Conk.
Months passed away, and found Clarence
Staten and his wife still estranged. Molina! poor
hapless child, made herself miserable. and every
body else around her. To her caprice and
peevish discomfort, she had added jealousy /;
for she argued TINS, If he loves not me, he
loves some onc else" And she grew jealous
first cf Julia Clare, then Of Mary Ililliard-
almost her ou'y fi'icnd-anl lastly of anybody
Clarence seemed in a stupor; he no longer
sought for peace at home; and was found
oftencr anywhere else, than at the place love
! had once made 50 beautiful.
To own ALL he saw Lena Ncsc daily, she
having by strange coincidence made the same
city her home. True, he did not dare 10 love
her again, her cold, proud look, and naughty
gaze Of ua.recosnition slcnced such feeling,
still We all know that memory never dies ; and
lie often caught himself saying, C Lave made
life long mistake"
Molina grew, daily, more capriciouS, more
fretful, and more unhappy. Her petty wliul-
ness, frequently gave way to bursts Of anger;
and every time Clarence displeascd her, she
threatened to ego home to her Brother Hal"
And as it seems that 'mislortunes never
come singly," there came a letter from the
mother OF Clarence, informing them that she
would soon pay them a visit.
IF size enters the house, I leave it," was
Moina'S indignant exclamation.
But, Mcina | cannot close my doors against
my own mother"
"Your own mother! F:ddlesticks. Lave
10 great reason to respect your mother. Hasn't
she !ccn trying u put you against ne %ll the
;iue. Do you suppose haYn't seen lcr letters =?
| tell ycu o;."c for all, Clarence Staten, if she
enters I;ic lo%Se learc it, and toTersr.''
Leave it ihcE--and the sooner, the better"
was Ills angry reply ana lie Shut the door Wit!
Z l2ny.
To throw on her bonnet, and order carriage
was .he work of q moment with Moira and in
half an hour the pretty house on - street
was deserted and the beauty who Lad presided
over it was on hcr way {" to brother Hal"
| Oh! what scene she made Of it-how she
went oil into strong Mysteries, and came too
. again How sic told brother IIal'' size was a
iorsakcn wifc; and had been been driven from
her own door, to make room for her husbands
motEer; aid how Hal Burton storined, ragc,l,
and alternately pcttci Lor: and vowed ven
geance OH the destroyer of his sisters peace
and low, in an hour lie marched off TO town
laden with great wrath on his brow. and a re-
vorer in his pocket.
After lie left, NIoina was frightened to death,
:lIal will kill him, or hc will kill Hahn citll-
cr case am miserable"
She felt. that child-like, she lad stuck a
lighted match to barrel of gunpowder; and
was suffering the consequences OF her own act.
No pen can describe her wrctclcdrcss. At one
moment sic would cry 6 Poor, dear CARY" at
the next, we'll, let him suffer- She paced the
room up and down, she clcnched Eer hands
together, and committed all sorts ef eXtrava-
ganccs.
How long the hours seemed! The suspense
seemed so dreadful to bear. And at last--ch
how hcr heart beat Hal entered the door,
and said with perfect ncnclalancc,
"Well, little sister: set your hear. ct case.
have finished him."
Finished him" Cary was dead then, and
her brother had killed him! With sharp cry
sic fell senseless ON the floor.
When she came to her sciscs size was in a
pleasant little room that overlooked a river.
Willow branches waved on the margin, and a
tiny boat was fastened at the waters edge. The
scent Of magnolia came to her through the open
window; and tame mocking-Lird sung in a
tree near her, as though to waken her with lis
morning song.
"Whcre am I-where is Mary billiard?
thought she was near me.n
"Not Mary lIiliiard," and n pleasant spoken
lady emerged from her conccament, and stood
before Moina I" l am your nurse for the time
being, and hope you will like mc.;'
"Who are you?" said the Sufferer family.
"I am Lena Vesc of whom you have proba.
bly, heard; and this is my country home. You
are to stay with me, until-''
Here Mona was restored to consciousness
and the awful past stood in array before her
| She was uidop, and brother Hal, her hus
bands murderer, lad placed her here!
Bitter was her agony, unbearaJle her self
!. rcproach! During the day, Lena told her
that Hal wished to see her.