The weekly hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington, Iowa) 1858-1860, 1859-02-01
The Broken Hearted.
Or, Crime aas own AvemgeF.


The Broken Hearted
Or, Crime iss own AvemgeF.
NEW LEAF FROM WRLL.KNOwN HISTORY.
We recently published letter in which
Harlow Case, the defauting Collector ol
Sandusky, announcing the decesse Of the
unhappy woman who had accompanied biz
fight, and imriored the forgivness Of her bus
band. Under the title we have given above
missionary correspondent Of the Boston
Waterman and reflector describes an inter
view with the guilty pair, which took placs
shortly before death hurried away the moth
er and the child whom she had made the
companion Of her wanderings. The sub,
ject is a painful one, but the writer de-
scribes 60 ieeliDgly and truthfully the self
inflicted misery of Case and his partner in
guilt, that we reproduce his narrative:
"What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft Ger Ceylon's Isle,
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile.
Curiously enough. i was just repeating
this stanza, when my new acquaintance call.
cd for mo. ] had met him while on bust
ness visit to Ceylon as countryman ol
mine, md was pleased with the opportunity
that afforded me o more intimate personal
knowledge
thought myself fortunate in falling in
with 50 agreeable gentleman,and considered
his face and manners peculiarly refined. On
orr second meeting noticed II singular
restessness OF the handsome dark eyes, ar
irritable bitterness of the lips, and dispo'
sition.. to be constantly on the move, shown
in the tapping OF light bamboo cane, or the
motion of foot or hand.
These things however, did not strike me
as singular at the time, but coupled with
what afterwards learned, were certain ey
idence, that the man felt already the gnaw
ings of the worm that never dies.
One forenoon we left the little seaport
town where | was sojourning and rode a
short distance into the interior of the gor-
geous Island. Most glorious were the sur
roundings on every hand With prodi;,-
atty quite undreamed of by the inhabitants
of colder cline, nature had showered her
most exquisite floral gifts everywhere. Trees
loaded with sweet smelling flowers, their
intense colors yieing with the foliage Of rich
err green, from out of which they smiled; tall
cactus plants, with crimson, goblet-shaped
blossoms lilies, gorgeous in the queenly
unfolding of form and color-evelvthing
rich, lavish, wonderful met our eyes, toasted
to tullness with this tropical luxuriancs.
'that is my house, said my new friend
pointing to a low rooted cottage, unded
by a wide verandah, from whose clinging
vines sweet odors were flung upon the soft
atmosphere--but from the moment the
words were uttered his geniality depar-
ted
Within the cottage enclosure were walks
bowers and fountains. Chaste statuary was
dispersed over the grounds with wonderou,
effect The house seemed almost fairy
structure, rising in the midst of flowers ana
foliage And the man who sat beside me
whose smile mounted no higher than his
lips-the dreamy, far-looking discomfort in
his eye growing every moment more per
ceptable--was the owner OF this Eden like
home.
We were met at the threshold by lovely
child Of some eleven summers. Her hair
hung in curls. Her eyes particularly lus-
trous yet monrnful in beauty, and on the
ysung brow seemed to see a something's
shadow Of sadness-an unchIldlke quiet, as
she greeted my new friend.
Dressed in pure white, she glided before
us, and to her was left the duty ofenter-
tertaining me- While Mr. c., excusing him
self in the remark, that sickness necessarily
called him away, for half hour or SO, he
left the room
as your mother very unwell p | asked OF
the little girl, who with these shadow-iiIled
eyes of hers, was regarding me gently, but
attentively.
Eyes, sir, mamma, has been sick long
time, replidd she, dropping her eyes, while
her lips trembled
did you come from American she asked
timidly.
yes, my dear De you know anything
Of that c0untryY l returned, growing
more and more pleased with her expressive
face.
think she added hesitatingly, that !
did. But Mr.. C. will never let me talk about
it.
Are you then not the little daughter OF
Mr. c. asked somewhat as.onished.
lam 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
filed with tears
Why was it l questioned myself, that
painful thoughts took possession Of me as
sat there 1t seemed as if were sojourning
in an enchanted spot, and that some horror
was suddenly to break upon me.
AT my side, nearly covering beautiful
table of letter wood, was several costly Gift
books. ! took them up carefully, for have
reverence for books-and turning to the
dy.leaf Of SPLENDID bound copy ofShakes.
peare, read
ITO Mary Frances F, from her devo-
ted husbund-Henry +. F..
A thrill Of surprise and anguish ran FROM
vein to yein My thoughts seemed paralyzed.
The truth had burst upon me with such
suddenness that the blood rushed with a
shock to my heart
knew Henry f. F., had known hin
intimately for years. lie was friend, towards
whom all my sympathies had been drawn,
FOR he had seen such sorrow Is makes the
heart grow old before its time.
His wife whom he loved had deserted him
she had taken with her his only child
She had desolated household and for
getting honor, shame, ever, thing that per-
tains to virtue and to God, had fled from the
country with the man whose arts had won
her wanton love.
How could remain under this roof that
now seemed accursed? How meet the des-
troyer OF sirtue-the fiend who had reyelled
in such conquest
l could only think Of the evil they had
3one-not what they might suffer through
the fortunes Of remorse 1t was some timo
before the seducer came into the room where
] still sat with the child, determined to meet
him once more before left the house.
o. how guilty how heart-stricken his
appearancel Remorse sat ON his forehead
looked out from his eyes-spoke when he
vas silent
win yoa Gene b dianssY hs asked.