Weekly Council Bluffs bugle. (Council Bluffs, Iowa) 1857-1860, 1859-04-20
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VITA a aimans aksan x a@sxzssk e -
his haadk saiag ae his eyass NJ msas
hare ssaaAea Alyp aieaas bms aha suzz.
fegiMR Ga Mas kans gFa3 mlaamz kakmhla
ii ssaRAspM yoa haya sssszds shsns
4 he heNmm Ii \ 99zyeRSm@ vesNs.
not seimlg, but u ake wosss uE - -
ezseR kold him wAas Z hnA seen. &zsA
shomahs ard fssk.
knsxax 4ngges, sc kEEa ainnsds Ga6 In
ssgsn knows havs eugagsa anAA igfh
Pa hsreAssnsut he kaa sarsea ma, sAaa
curse 10 fearfally fulalled I Peer Mary
/ IL dying hAA heam dying fp9 zAsnshe and
Il hare knewn IL. II hss bsen Tor rs
TO zee Tie falling sep ne diEaalng sYs;
u IL Tor ma, now, 70 nee ne AasRsble
struggles fer hew nearly wogm aak GEasHne;
il Ia Tor me 10 NakAm 10 heR lAagmags q
EamoRas, tkak aamAimaa almnaA afivss 10
ER&d. Tas, enthusiastically - be sazA
In fEenxy, rising mnd crossing ths tie
aoog with leng hassy sseiases Thsm bu-
RyiDg bis face In hia banda. he aMcaaIns-
81, aIoo lase-soo Iaka-1 haEs Fspent-
Sd. There wa4 iong pause, an3 eour
tinned more ealnaly; tsSo hnnxan nAsAns
4
Har m0Eal seamibf q lies heeama meR@ ama
mors asass - she feils j. skraagths 9
shaa she rapEoaaAaa hezNeM sonskamalYH
4 wessy neuFufal sigA hsnks Gsoan his
lips as his hsREt w0uld bHeak.
Ts40f if ne knsw il, r he sxslaimsd, ~
be knsw how bitter . penalty she ID pAT-
ing for the outrage abe commista0 upoa
him-he would pity hes,-i&nd u IA eouIa
be forgive. viii yoa zee has, air 2ss
shrank from the very thouah1s
FfSha has asksd for yoa, sir do nes
deny her request. HeaRing ahaa yea
eaEae from Amsgiea, snkEeatea me Go
bring yes TO her. ] promised shss I
wouId.A s.E
81 will 20, thea" 80
Up the cool wide, matted, slairs be LED
me, into chamber oriental in les bead
tiful furnishing It's ehAste magnihcenee.
There half reclining In q wide, easy
chairs costly shall Of laos thrown over
her AttsnuAtsd shouldezas The rich dress
ing gown, elinging, and holiowed 10 ths
raVages siekRess had mads-sat ona
whose great beauty and once gsnkis gifts,
had a@ade the iigha snd lovalinass of
sacred homs. | T8
Bat HOss Q pity | patyl zess
The eysa only retained their luakga
thsy usrs wOfally aunksn. Ths blazlng
6rs, kindled at ths vitals, burned Hpon
her shaEpsnsd shssks, burned m0Es farea
IL, mort hotly, As she locked upon MP
face. could think no more Of anger
II could only say to myssif. ~
80 how sorry am Tor youl'' #
She knsW probably, By her knsbAnRs
manner, that vas aware eg their cir
eumatanseg. ..r. s..
Her hrBt question Was .s la4
sir ?''
The hollow voice startled me. Isesm-
TO see an open sspulehsx.
told her that Il was not nay intention
to retaEn As present. r"t
ssoh, then, who will t&ks my Rs&Ia
child back 20 her father 9'' she sE7sd, the.
tears falling. am dying, and abe fnusa
70 beck to him Il Is the only repairs
hon can make-aad little enough oh
little enough for the grsaE wEoag have
done thsn-" r
al hoped, sir,ysu might zee him.n she
added q momant after, checking her sobs;
81 hoped you mighs tell him that his ina
age is before ne from meEuing siil night,
a. know be must hare locked whsa tha
first shoak came, Oh, air cell him my
stoFy--waEu, oh, warn everybody. Tell
him | have suaered sha long, long hours
these many weary yeaEs; sh, Gad only
knows how dssplys
'sMsry, you must control youF feel
ings, /" said my host, gsAtly.
sELet nae talk while I mAY,1 w&a the
answer. sfLss nae say that / havs not
seen single hour of happinsss siRos the
day ] left my home. It was always 10
Come-aiwaya just ahsad-and hars is
what hS1 eome-khe grAVs is opsning sad
| mast 20 10 jadgenanE. o, how bitter
ly have paid for my ain. FogiFs me
Oh my God, forgive"
1t was g Solemn hour spent by thas
by thai dying psniseRt. PrayeE shs lis
tened to--shs did neE assm 70 ioiA--ox
If she did, she gave no outward signg-@
Remorss had worn away all her beauty,
sven more than illness. She looked 10
the Gutara with . dsapaiKiag kina oEhoRs
and bas fsehie faith.
Re&dsE, the nai3gaided woman q Csy-
Ion lies beneath the stately branches oa
the PRlm tree Haw sweet child newag
ms& hew father In her native Lard. She
sleeps under shs troubled wassgn og the
great ulds ssa. Where tbs hssxayss wan~
dsrs canRos tell, but wherever IL is,
there 10 as peace fQg him. How oflsn
rings thAs holIow voias in my eaEA~fs Tell
him my storyl WsEns oh w&Ea every
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