Pointe Coupee Democrat. [volume] (False River [i.e. New Roads], Parish of Pointe Coupee [La.]) 1858-1862, 1858-03-27

believed himself. for the canker Of gold had not
yet destroyed his truth and he can fancy no greater
blessing than the love Of the guilelcss creature
by bis side.
Not longdi,t the ambitions money -gcster r@1nenl-
ber the farm house, and the village girl. His
mother died if not in poverty, at least destitute
of the comforts with which his wealth might we'll
have surrounded her. and for two seasons the voets
had boomed aud faded over the turElaid grave
of Lucy Lee, before her plghted lover even heard
of her death
There was some remorse busy at the cold heart
of Harry Wilston when he heard that Lucy had
watched and waited, aud hoped, as oalv woman
hopes That she had borne bravely, her wounded
pride. and crushed affections but at last was glad
to. lay her bright bright head down beneath
the spreading alder near Halle Brook. There
would sometimes come at first, visions Of the
innocent beauty. and loving heart of the gentle
girl whom be had deceived but conscience was
soon stiaed and for many many years he bad for
gotten that she had ever lived. Now however at
this supreme hour, picture painted by no mortal
hand showed with startling distincncss, that amid
his many sins none loomcd forth b!ackor than
the desertion and murder ofLucy Lee
The sick man opened his eyes with shudder,
and they rested on the friendly countencnce CT
the physician who leaned over him.
''Ah Meredith" he whispered faithlv, have
had dreadful Dreams"
"How do you feel now" inquired his friend
" Better r''-he answered, although the failing
breath and duttering pulse warned Dir. Meredith
that but little time remained to prepare the un-
conscious patient for the unexpected change.
Yes better'-hc continued feebIy-But Ned
when this cursed illncss leaves me, l think 6.
change Of air will be of service. What say you
to trip to Italy" Dr.. Meredith did not answer
The sick man peered into his face with wistful,
frightened stare. "Am very ilI?" he whispered
hoarscly. Even his dim eyes, and failing mind
could not for moment misunderstood the grave.
sad look of his friend. With quick convulsive
motion, he threw out his emaciatcd hand and
grasped the arm Of the physician.
Great God be shricked !. can nothing save me?
Oh Ned skilful as you are, can you not prolong
my life-a year-a month-a day, Half my fortune.
all oft shall be yours, only, life, life !" And the
shrill voice sank to faint qaayer. DR.. Meredith
shook Lis head. g A stronger fiat has gone forth
my friend'-he said with deep emotion. The
wealth of worlds could not purchase you twelve
hours of life. Turn from this vain and useless
repiuing, and lift your thoughts to Him who hath
come to call sinners to repentance"
Too late for that terror stricken wretch. The
words fall on his car unheeded. His dim glance
wandered over the luxurious furniture the splen-
ied paintings, the rare and costly objects which
filed the apartment wandered over them all yet
rested on none. Was he not about to leave them.
The tide ofhs life was ebbing silently and slowly
leaving stranded on the Shore but the rubbish
which thirty years of i'll spent toll had garnered
md worshipped.
Could not his half milien in bank stock, his
houses and his gold purchase a compass for that
Eternal Sea, whose pillows sounded like thunder
n his dying ears? "Too late, too late he gasped,
.hd for him, Tine was over.
ale died very rich said the heir at law as he
returned next day from the funeral. He though.
lot of the panpered body, which they had just
eft to darkness and the worm, nor of the pauper
oul shuddering and self convicted in the presence
If its God But in exulting triumph he dreamed
If the pleasures and honours which his wealth |
hould purchase, and which the dead man over
-onder, had held, and yielded up.
The OAKS, RAp1DEs. ~ WHOM