New Oregon plaindealer. (New Oregon, Iowa) 1859-1866, 1859-12-16

played and lost; the fates seemed
against him. At length, driven to des-
peration, by the taunts of his unsuc-
cessful opponent, to whom he was in
debted for many thousands,he plunged
the assassins knife into his heart, as
they were both leaving the saloon
where Vincent had staked and lost his
all. " '<,
Rushing through the deserted streets
with the frenzy of Q madman, Harry
Vincent entered his house, and hurry
ing to his wife's dressing-room, where
she was laying aside the costly raiment
she had just worn at a fashionable levee
he rudely seized her arm, and drawing
the blood-stained dagger from his vest,
he exclaimed vehemently, "Here, Ma
bel Vincent, is the proof OF my love for
you! You asked for proofs, and I have
given them. I'havc perjured my very
soul for you. Step by step, have l
gone down-down-from the respecta-
BILE and honorable position I once en-
joyed; have become a gambler
drunkard, d,-and," he added in q low,
Kissing voice, "a murderer! Mabel, the
officers Of justice will soon track my
footsteps; they will arrest me, and I
shall offer no resistance. Twill pay the
penalty of my crime with the life
which is burden to me, and when all
is over,-when your husband has suf-
fered an ignominious death,-then, Ma
bel Vincent, do not say I never gave
you any proofs Of my love! At your
hands will God require my soul, for you
have been my destroyer!" l..r.
With loud cry, Mabel sunk falnting
at his feet, and just at that moment
she heard cheerful voice exclaiming,
What darling, have you been? 1
didn't think twas so late" and Mabel
opened her eyes to gaze upon the frank
and beaming countenance Of her hus
band, and to realize with a grateful
heart that she had been dreaming!-
They were still the humble, but happy
and honorable inmates of the cottage;
the princely mansion, and all its gilded
misery, had faded into the shadowy It's
sues of vision. She looked in vain
for the blue silk, which had been the
token of the first downward step, and
with tears of mingled penitence and
thanksgiving, she bounded to her hus-
bands side, and throwing her arms
around his neck, exclaimed, ooh! Har-
ry, forgive me; I have been SO misera-
bic since you went away, and I spoke
so unkindly to you,-can you forget it
all, and love your wayward Mabel still?
Harry sealed the ready pardon with
a fond kiss, then added in q serious tone--
eyes, Mabel, I do forgive you, though
it grieved me to hear you complain to-
night, and to know that all my labor for
our mutual happiness and prosperity,
failed to satisfy you Of my affection. -
But see how it is-you did not really
mean what you said; twas but a pass
ing whim, not the sober conviction of
my true-hearted wife. We will still be
happy in our little home, and bye-and
bye you shall have all you wish"
II have it now:,' was Mabeps earnest
response. "Your love, dear Harry, is
worth more than gold and gems to me.
I would not give it in exchange for the
wealth Of the wide world" i}as .'
Thus vanished the clouds which had
threatened to obscure the peaceful sky
Of their married life, and again the sun
shine of Love AMI Confidence illumined
their hearts, while the rainbow of Faith
and Hope spanned their pathway.
Not very long afterwards, Mr.. Vim
cent, having completed profitable bu-
siness transaction, told his wife that
now he thought he could afford that
blue silk she had SO much desired.
every well, I'll not compel you to,
my dear" was the rejoinder; 'but l
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