The south-western. [volume] (Shreveport, La.) 1852-1870, 1859-04-27

handkerchief to his eyes. 1t would have seemed
hypocritical, but the suffering on his face was
unmistakable.
perhaps you have suspected then''-he be-
gan in quiyering voice.
Not calmly, but with the words of an accu
ser told him what had seen, and thought
and felt.
Sir said he, in tones which shall never
forget, "If have snned, God in heaven knows
I have suffered; and if in F.'s bereavement he
has cursed me, that curse is fearfully fulfilled
Poor Mary is dying-has been dying for months
and have known it. It has been for me to
see the falling step-the dimmed eye; it is for
me, to listen to her language Of remQrse that
sometimes almost drives me mad. Yes, mad
mad-mad." !" he said, in frenzy, rising and
crossing the floor with long, hasty strides.
Then burying his face in his hands, he cx-
claimed, TOO late-too late-I have repent
ed" There was a long pause, and he contin-
ued more calmly, mo human means can now
restore my poor companion Her moral sensi-
bilities become more and more acute as she fails
in strength, SO that she reproaches herself con-
stantly."
A weary, mourning sigh broke from his lips
as if his heart would break.
knew how bitter penalty she is paying for the
outrages she has committed upon him-he
would pity her-and if it could be, forgive"
"WiIl you see her, SIR"
| shrank from the very thought.
'tShe has asked for you, sir; do not deny her
request. Hearing thatyou came from America
she entreated me to bring you to her Iprom-
sed that would
tsT
Up the cool, wide matted stairs he led me
into a chamber oriental in its beautiful furnish
ing, It's chaste magnifcence,
There, half reclining, in wide easy chair
a costly shawl Of lace thrown over her attenua-
ted shoulders; the rich dressing gown shrunken
!, and hollow to the ravages sickness had made
sat one whose great beauty, and once gentle
gifts, had made the light and loreliness of a
! sacred home.
: But now! Q pity. pity!
7 The eyes only retained their lustre; they were
wofully sunken. The blazing fire, kindled at
= the vtals, burned upon her sharpened cheeks,
burned more fercey, more hotly, as she looked
upon nv face | could not think any more o1
. anger | could only say to myself:
> s'Oh! how sorry l am for you!'
She knew, probably, by her companions
manner, that was aware of their circumstances
# Her first question was
4 care you going back to America, sir?"
The hollow voice startled me. seemed tc
see an open sepulchre
), told her that it was not my intention to re
g turn at present.
"Oh, then who viii take my little child bacl
4 to her father?" she cried the tears falling. g
am dying, and she must go back to him! 1t il
e the only reparation | can make-and LITTLE
i enough, oh little enough, for the bitter wrong
have done them"
7 "Ihoped, sir, you might see him, =" she added
/ a moment after checking her sobs; Il hoped
: YOU might tell him that his image is before me-
= from morning till night, as | know he mus
have looked when the first shock came. Oh
d sir-tell him my story--warn, oh warn every
= body. Tell him [ have suffered through th
f long, long hours, these many weary years; alb
God only knows how deeply
:. .Mary. YOU must control your feelings, SAT-
d my host gently.
''Let me say that since that day left my hom
l. I have not seen single hour Of happiness,
. was always to come-always just ahead-ant
/. here is what has come-the grave is opening
q and | must go to judgment. Oh, how bit
L
e my God, forgive"
1t was a solemn hour, that which | spent b,
"a that dying penitent. Prayers she listened to-
she did not seem to join---or if she did, she gav
no outward sign Remorse had torn away al
i her beauty even more than idleness. She ooket
to the future with despairing kind Of hopt
~ and but feeble faith.
! Reader, the misguided woman of Ceylon lie
fi,o L., Of he Int
= Her sweet child never met her father in he
= native land. She sleeps under the troubled
+; waters of the great wide sea. Where the be
i trayer wanders, cannot tell, but wherever h
- is, there is no peace for him. How often rins
# that hollow voice in my ear-''Tell him m,
story! Warn, Oh, warn everybody"
Such is, and such ever should be, the fate 0
70 the seducer and his licentious victim.
r, Quite romance in real life, says the Detroi
ID Advertiser, was brought to happy determine
IN ton in that city on the 9th inst. Seventeen
years ago, New York lass lovely and swee
W sixteen became enamored Of a medical student
oi and the pair exchanged VOWS OF love and eter
nal fidelity. Two years later the unhedget
Hsculapus left for Europe to complete his edu
ie cation, the aforesaid vows having been preVi
+ ously tenderly renewed. After brief and ga
le soiourn at Paris, the loving student domiclet
at himself in one of the most renowned college
'e of Madrid, and applied himself to sober study
His letters to the fair damsel he loved were fre
P quent but no fond remembrances came in re
a ply His epistles were intercepted, and neve
u. reached the fair one, while her words of love
intended for his delectation, met with the sam
y misfortune The poor student, thwarted n hi
Rzs Years tRFs RgF5saFss3 M tifod diT Tu2gF&, 2gF& f4 K ION
OF wbelm his Disappointment in the gaieties an
is pleasures Of the different capitals. In the mea
n time, the young lady, who was equally unhap
n. py. removed to Detroit with her mother a
rs the end of his two years pilgrimage, the stu
IS dent returned to America, but the idol OF hi
h. heart had left the scene of her betrothal, an
It almost broken-hearted. he turned his steps
g. Cuba; but the spirit of unrest stpursued him, an
lg Texas and Mexico beheld him still aroyer, seel
ing to drown memory by excitement. A fe'
as months since, by one of those singular occur
e. rences which sometimes flash across the patti
d. way Of life, he heard that the lady was in Mich
s. gan, and quickly wended his way thither A
be ter few weeks Of diligent search, the anxou