The Abbeville banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1847-1869, 1859-02-10
TWO DOLLARS PER ANNUM.1
BY DAVIS e. CREWS
CRIME ITS OWN AvENGER.

the unhappy woman who had accom,,r e.,
his flight, nnl nplorcd the forgiveness o
Eer husband. Under the title we have river
above, u missionary correspondent of til,
Boston Watclman and Reflector, written
from Ceylon, describes an interview will,
the guilty pair, which took place shortly
before death hurried away the mother
and the child whom She hal mad. the com
panion Of her wandcrings. Tie writer DIES
crlbes so fcelingly and lrulhtullv the self
afflicted misery of Case and his partner in
guilt, that we reproduce his narrative
One forenoon we left the little seaport
town where | WAS sojourning, and rode I;
short distance into the interior Of the gor.
geous Island. Most glorious were the sur
roundings on every hand. With prodi
gality quite undreamed of 10y the inhahi
tantsofa colder cline, nature had s,owcretl
her most exquisite floral gifts everywhere.
Trees loaded with swcetsmriing flowers,
their intense colors viciny with the foil
age of richest green. from ont of which
they smiled tall cactus plants with Grim
son, gohlet-sl'aped blossoms; lilies, gor-
gcous in the quccnly unfolling Of form
and c"!"r-cverytiling rich, lavish, w,,i,lcr-
ful, met our eyes, toasted to fA!iurSs with
this tropical luxuriancc
"Tl,a: is my hpu>r, said mv ncw frv.i.
pointing t" a low-roof.h cottage, SURROUND.
cd by Il W Ill vcranhah, from whose cii:r
ing wires sweet "lnrs were flung upon tie
SOFT atmos splicre--!.u, from the moment the
words were uttered his socabil,y d.p,lt.
ed.
Within the cottage enclosure were walks,
bowers and fountains. Cha>tc statuarv
WAS dispersed over the grounds with mos,
charming effect. Tie house seemed al
most fairy structure, rising in the midst
OF flowers and foliage. And the man who
sat bcs;.lc me, w!lns. smile mounted no
higher ;han his lrpS-,hc dreamy, far.look
ing discomfort in lis eye growing every mo
mcnt more prrcc),i;hlc- ,he owner Of
this Elen-likc home.
We were met Oh the threshold lv a love
ly child Of eleven summers. Her hair hung
in curls. Her eyes particularly ustrous,
yet mournfu! in beauty, and on the young
brow | seemed 10 See something's
shadow of sadness-an uncEild like quiet,
.l,o r,raofn5 rn,- ,,.uy Er,.rl
Dressed i'll pure white, she gli.lcd in be-
fore lis, and to her was left the duty Of en-.
tertaiuing me: while Mr.. 9. cxcusirr him
self in the remark. ,lla, sickness neco>Sarilv
called him away, for half hour or 80, lei,
the room.
Isy your mother very uuwcll? asked Of
the little girl, who, with those shallow filled
eyes of hers, WIS regarlin. me gently hut
atten,ivey.
Yes, sir mama has been silk "A lun-
time. replied she, dropping her eyes, while
her lips trcmhled.
Did you come from America she asked
timidly, after a loHg silence.
Yes, my dear. Do you know anything
Of that couRtry? returned, growing
mors and more pleased with her expressive
face.
Only that mamma camc from there, and
[ think she added, hcsita;inylv, "that
I did. Mr.. G. will never let me talk about
about it,"
Arc you then not the little daughter
of Mr.. But c.? | asked somewhat aston
islied.
am my mothers daughter, answered
the child, with grave dignity in one SO
young-and minute after she arose and
quietly left the room.
sat watching her white robes fitting
through the long shady walk opposite my
window, and knew that the child brooded
over some dark sorrow for her eyes were
filled with tears.
Why was it,, questioned myself, that
that painful thought took possession Of me
as sat there! 1t seemed as if were so
journing in al enchanted spot, aud tia,
some horror was suddenly to break upon
me.
At my side, nearly covering a beautiful
table Of letter. wood, were several costly
gift books. took them up carefully, for
have reverence for books-and turning
to the fly.leaf Of splcndidly bound copy of
Shakespear, read
ITO Mary Frances r, from her de-
voted shusband-H Henry E. F."
A thrill Of surprise and anguish ran from
vein to vein. My thoughts seemed para
'yzed. The truth had burst upon me with
such suddeness that the blood rushed with
a shock to my heart.
knew Henry 4. r, had known
him intimately 70, years. lie was friend
towards whom all my sympatlies had been