Holmes County Republican. [volume] (Millersburg, Holmes County, Ohio) 1856-1865, 1859-02-03

ing and crossing the floor, with long, hast
strides. Then burying his face in hi
hands, he exclaimed, "Too late-too lat
II have repented." There was a lon'
pause, and he continued more calmly, an
human means can now restore my poo
companion. Her moral sensibilities be
come more and more acute as she fails il
strength, SO that she reproaches hersel
constantly" -. ...'.--. -......-
A weary mournful sigh broke from hi
lips as if his heart would break.
so! if he knew" he exclaimed again
''if he knew how bitter penalty she i
paying for the outrage she has committed
upon him-he would pity her-and if j
could be, forgive" .-....'- ..-.
"Will you see her, sir9"
I shrank from the very thought.
"She has asked for you, sir; do you deny
her request. Hearing that you came from
America, she entreated me to bring you tc
her. / promised that / would"
II will go, then"
Cup the cool, wide, matted stairs, be
led me into chamber oriental in its beauti
full furnishing, and its chaste magnifcence
There halfreciuing in wide, easy chair
"a costly shawl of lace thrown over hel
attenuated shoulders; the rich dressing
gown, clinging, and followed to the rava
ges sickness had made-sat one whose
great beauty, and once gentle gift, had
made the light and loveliness of sacred
home. ~.,,-.. ,..,...
But now! o pity pity. - ~.
The eyes only retained their luster; they
were wofully sunken. The blazing fire kin.
died at the vitals, burned upon her sharp.
ened cheeks, burned more fiercely, more
holy as she looked upon my face. l could
think no more of anger-I could only say
to myself
"Oh! how sorry I am for you!"
She knew probably, by her husbands
manner that | was aware Of their circum-
stances.
Her first question was.
"Are you going back to America, sir?"
The hollow voice startled me. 1 seemed
TO see an open sepulchre.
l told her it was not my intention to re-
turn at present. .i.
"Oh! then will you take my little child
back to her father?" she cried, the tears
falling. 81 am dying, and she must go
back TO him! 1t is the only reparation l
can make-and little enough, Oh little
enough, for the bitter wrong | have done
themr'
81 hoped, sir, you might see him." she
added moment after checking her sobs
81 hoped you might tell him that his image
is before me from morning till night, as l
knew be must have looked when the first
shock came. Oh sir-tell him my story
warn, Oh warn every body. Tell him 1
have suffered through the long, long hours,
these many weary years; ah, God only
knows how deeply" .5
"Mary, you must control your feelings"
said my host gently, q
"Let me talk while may" was the an
swer.
"Let me say that since the day left my
home have not seen an hour of happiness.
1t was always to eome-always just ahead
-and here is what has come-the grave
is opening and must go judgment. O.,
how bitterly have paid for my sin. For
give-O my God, forgive" ,
1t was solemn hour, that which 1
spent By that dying penitent. Prayer she
listened to-she did not seem to ioin-or
if she did, she gave no outward sign
Remorse had worn away all her beauty,
even more than illness. She looked to
the future with despairing kind of hope,
and feeble faith.
Reader the misguided woman of Ceylon
lies beneath the stately branches of the
palmtree. Her sweet child never met her
father in her native land She sleeps un-
der the troubled waters of the great wide
sea. Where the betrayer wanders can
not tell, but wherever it is, there is no
peace for him. How often rings that hol-
low voice in my ear-"Tell him my story !!
Warn, o warn every body.