The Kanzas news., 1859-03-05

had accompanied his flight, and imploret
the forgiveness of her. husband. Under th.
title we have given above, missionary cor
respondent of the Boston Watckman a,ss
fRgfeaor describes an interview, with ths
guilty pair. which took place shortly befor,
death hurried away the mother and the
child whom she had made, the companion
i of her wanderings. !. The subject is a pain.
| ful one, but the writer describes so feelingly
and truthfuliy the self-infiicted. misery o
Case and his partner in guilt that we re-
produce his narrative:
Ri1H aft th9agh ag csR1ogP the sPiey .1e Srse'es
Though every propect pleases,
-- And only man is vilef So
Curiously enough. was Just repeating
this stanza when my new acquaintanc called
for me. / had met him while on business
visit TO Ceylon, as countryman of mine,
and was pleased with the opportunity that
afforded me more intimate personal
knowledge. - -
thought myself fortunate in falling in
with so agreeable gentleman, and consid-
cred his face and manners peculiarly refined.
On our second meeting noticed singu-
lar restlessness of the handsome dark eyes,
and irritable bitterness of the lips, and a
disposition to be constantly on the move,
shown IN the tapping of light bamboo
cane, or the motion of hand or foot.
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 I 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 a prodi-
gality quite undreamed of by the inhabi-
tants of colder cline, nature had shower
en- her most exquisite floral gifts everywhere.
Trees loaded with sweet smelling flowers,
their intense colors vieing with the foliage
of richer 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
everything rich. lavish, wonderful, met
our eyes, feasted to fullness with this trop-
ical luxuriance
''That is my house." said my new friend,
pointing to low-roefed cottage, surround
ed by wide verandah, from whose clinging
vines sweet odors were flung upon the soft
atmosphere-but from the moment the words
were uttered his sociability departed.
Within the cottage enclosure were walks,
bowers and fountains, Chaste statuary
was dispersed over the ground with most
charming effect. The house seemed al
most fairy structure, rising in the midst
of flowers and foliage. And the man who
sat beside me, whose smile mounted no
higher than his lips-the dreamy, far-look-
ing discomfort in his eye growing more per-
ceptible-was the owner of this Eden-like
home. '
We were met on the threshold by a love-
ly child of some eleven summers. Her hair
hung in curls. Her eyes particularly lus-
trous yet mournful in beauty, and on the
young brow seemed to see a something
a shadow of sadness IAN unchildlike quiet,
as she greeted my new friend.
Dressed in pure white, she glided in be-
fore US, and to her was left the duty of en-
me, while Mr. c., excusing him
self in the remark that sickness necessarily
called him away for half an hour or so,
left the room.
els your mother very unwen ?'' I asked
of the little girl, who, with those shadow
filed eyes of hers, was regarding me gen
tly, but attentively.
eyes, sir, mamma has been sick a long
+ime," replied she, dropping her eyes, while
her lips trembled.
"Did you come from America ?'' she
asked timidly. after long silence.
''Yes, my dear. Do you know anything
IF that country?" I returned, growing
more and more pleased with her express
i've face. aiS &C.,
"Only that mamma came from there, and
think" she added hesitatingly, s.that |
did. But Mr.. G.. will never let me talk |
about it."
"Are you then not the daughter of Mr. |
.. % 1 asked, somewhat astonished.
81 am my mothers daughter, answered
he child, with a grave dignity in one so
Toung-and minute after, she rose and |
quietly left the room
/ sat watching her white robes fitting
trough the long shady walk opposite nv
window, and knew that the child brooded
'ver some dark sorrow, for her eyes were
illed with tears s 7 -sas
Why was it, ] questioned myself, that
'ainful thought took possession of me, as I /
at there? It seemed as if were soiourn-
ng in an enchanted spot, and that some
lorror was suddenly to break upon me.
At my side, nearly covering beautiful
able of letter wood, were several costly
'ift books. took them up crrefully, for I
AVE reverence for books, and turning to
he fiy-leaf of splendidly bound copy of
read e7a5t -
"To Mary Frances F., from her de-
'oted husband, Henry E. F. @
A thrill of surprise and anguish ran from
'ein to Vein My thoughts seemed para
yzed- The truth had burst upon me with
uch suddenness that the blood rushed with 4
shock to my heart. sssr--.f = Ii
! knew Henry E. F.. had known him
nllmately Tor years. He was "a friend