M'arthur Democrat. (McArthur, Vinton County, Ohio) 1853-1865, 1859-02-10

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become more and more acute as sht
fails in strength, so that she reproach
es herself constantly"
A weary, nourntul sigh broke from
his lips as ii his heart would break.
ooh! If he knew" he exclaimed
."if lie knew how bitter a penalty she
is paying for the outrage che has COM,
mitted upon him, he would pity heI
and if it could be, forgive"
| l'Will you see her, sirl"
/ slrahk from the very tharght.z
"She has asked for you, sir; do not
deny her request. Hearing that you
came from America she entreated me
to bring You to her. promised that
would.'
81 will go, then"
Up the cool, wide, matted stairs, he
led me, into chamber Oriental in its
beautiful furnishing, its chaste mag
nifcence.
There, half reclining in wide, ca
sy chair-a costly shawl oflace thrown
over her attenuated shoulders, the
rich dres5ing,gown, clinging, and hol-
lowed to the ravages sickness had
mado-sat one whose great beauty,
and once gentle gifts, had made the
light and lovcliness of a sacred home.
But aoaO! Oh, pity! pity!
The eyes only retained their lustcr;
they were wotuIly Sunken. The bla,
zing fire, kindled at the vitals, burnt
upon her sharpened cheeks, burnt
more fiercely, moro botly as she looked
upon my face. lcould think no more
OF anger-l could only say to myself;
ooh! how sorry am for you!"
She knew, probably, by her hus.
bands manner, that | was aware Of
their circumstances.
Her first question was:
Are you going back to America,
sirl"
The hollow voice startled me. /
seemed TO see an open sepulcher.
told her that it'was not my inten-
tion to return at present.
"Oh! then You will take my little
child back to her tather!" she cried,
the tears falling. 81 am dying, and
she must 90 back to him! 1t is the
only reparation can make--and lit
tie enough, OIL little enongb for the
bitter wrong | have done them"
81 hoped, sir, you might see him."
she added a moment alter, checking
her sobs; 81 hoped yon might tell him
that his image is before me, from
morning till night, as know he must
have looked when the first shock
came. Oh, sir--tell him my story
warn, oh! warn everybody. Tell him
1 have suffered through the long, long
hours, these many weary years; all!
God only knows how deeply"
"Mary, You must control your feel
luSo' oulu ny IOoI SCHllS'
LET me talk while may" was
the answer. LET me say that since
the day | left my home, have not
seen single hour OF happiness. 1t
was always to come--always Just
ahead--and here is what has come
the grave is opening and | must 60 to
Judgment. Oh! how bitterly have |
paid for my sin. Forgive me, oh, my
God! torgivcl"
1t was a solemn hour, that which |
spent by that dying penitent. Prayer
she listened to-she did not seem to
ioin--or if she did, she gave no out,
ward sign. Remolse had worn away
all her beauty, even more than illness.
She looked to the future with a des,
pairing kind Of hope, and but feeble
Iaith.
Reader, the misguided woman Of
Ceylon lies beneath the stately branch.
es OF the palm tree. Her sweet child
never met her father in her native
land. She sleeps under the troubled
waters Of the great, wide sea. Where
the betrayer wanders | cannot tell,
but wherever it is, there is no peace
Tor him. How often rings that hollow
voice in my ear--"Tell him my storyI
Warn, oh! warn everybOdyW
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DFThe Montgomery -NaiI says
When we heard of Albert Pixies Sup
posed) decease, we could but regret
that old Ned, or some other eXpolt
was not near, to try on him what
proved so successful in case Of the
'Old Arkansas Gentleman in his own
song:
They laid him out, and spread him out, and
fixed him for the tomb,
And then, on account of their sorrow for
his disease, opened the biggest kind of
faro, right there in his own room;
But when he heard the rdttlng of the
checks, he tore the linen from his face,
And bounced up and sung out, Hold on,
Prh&e; don't turn; FL go twenty on
the king and copper on the ace,
Like fine Arkansas gentleman, close to
the Choctaw line.
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d. A Yankee who had just come
FROM Florence, being asked what he
had seen and admired, and whether
he was not in raptureS with the Venus