Mountain Democrat. [volume] (Placerville, El Dorado Co., Cal.) 1854-1860, 1859-05-14

In the latter part Of September, Ave nOnths
from the day on which the above convcrsa.
ton had taken place, a weary, hopeless inva-
lid was reclining on a couch in small room
in an hutRble.lOoking house In Greenwich
street, near Dey. Il was Ada Garrettson.-
She awakened from an uneasy slumbcr, muir.
muring, "Willie, dear-hush, hush mamma
is near you!" And, as the vision of her dreams
departed. she glanced around her lonely cham.
Der, and burst into tears
"Oh, my once happy h0me." she sObbed
my children. thought was with you once
again-a loved wife, yirtMOns mother; bui
the dream has fed, and leaves me to my grief
an Outcast wretch, the guiltiest upon earth -
On table near the sick woman lay small
miniature Of lovely child, and beneath II one
Of the daily journals Of New York, containing
the names Of Alfred L. Garrettson and Miss
GarrettsOn, who were there mentioned as hav-
ing been passengers on board one of the steam
crs which had sailed for Liverpool three
months before. She seized them and pressed
them TO her lips, feeling as IL gazing upon
those simple names, and upon the beautiiu'
lincamcnts Of her son, brought her nearer to
her lost treasures. She folded them to her
bosom, while she drew from there note,
bearing the date May 22d, 1s4G, and contain.
ing these words:
"Ada-I leave you tonight and forever
My advice, if 1t il OF any tire. would be, for
you to return to England to your relatives
1t is impossible for me to live longer in this
vagabond, eowaFdly manReE; and have end.
cd it by marrying one whom tcndcrly love
the first real love Of my hitherto useless
life, and which, am confident, will make me
happier and better man. did not look for
such an ending to our guilty passion, and di''
not wish it deliberately but, somehow, your
presence became insupportable. Once more
advise your return TO England BY taking
this course, you may yet enjoy more happi.
ness than NY society can give you.
Yours, PAUL GARRETTSON.
1t was a wet, foggy evening, late in Novem-
Der, when poorly attired woman got out OI
n cab at the corner Of street in London con.
tanning double row Of elegant private resi-
denccs. Slowly she crept up the broad steps
Of one Of these, and, after pallSing and raising
her hand repeatedly, at length knocked.
The door was opened by man servant,
whose face was strange to her.
Is Mr.. GarVcttson ut home -" asked the
woman. in a trembling voice.
No! replied the man; " Mr. Garrettson
has been gone to Tslington week or more
His daughter, Miss Garrettson, is within; but
you can't see her tonight, it's too late"
"Can | see her tomorrow
think not; not for few days. To-
morrow Mr.. GarrcttsOn brings home bride
here, and we'll all be busy for few days"
The woman pleaded for a moments inter
view with the young lady as only one in heI
agony could plead; and the servant, knowing
the tender quality Of his mistrcsSs hear, anC
deeply touched by the woman's tears, con
Scntrd. and the next moment Ada GarrcttsOil
stood in the presence Of her daughter and hel
husbands mother.
Here's poor woman, who clung to me
and followed me up the stairs, and asks, for
Coils sake, to speak to yOu, miss said the
man, as he opened the door Of the drawing
room.
The young lady gave the servant a rcprov
ing look, as he left the room, for the liberty
he la'l taken in introducing stranger thus,
and then, turning to the woman, badc her
state her crrand.
The forlorn mother gazed an instant upon
that bright young face, and then, rushing for
ward, claSpcd the fair girl with desperate
energy to her bosom, calling her her own Jes
! sie.
"Oh, grandmamm0, save me from this
dreadful crazy woman !" exclaimed the young
lady, in alright.
The servant was angrily summoned by the
elderly lady, and in a few seconds the poor
weeping mother was forcibly taken from her
daughters neck. and pushed rudely out upon
the stone steps Of the mansion, whore the rain
was now falling heavily.
Early the next morning carriage stopped
at the door Of this mansion, and d gentleman
and two ladies' mounted the steps. In niche
at the side of the doorway sat q woman, ap.
parently sleeping, her head leaning backward
against Ahe StonewOrk, and her pale face only
half hidden by thin mOurniRg veil which
was hanging down over it. ',..--.--.-----.-,
"LOok at that poor. crcature!" said Mr.
Garrcttson's bride. "She is asleep!" And
as the gentleman bent over to glance at the
woman, the lady raised the vail to speak tc
her. lie instantly recognised the features
though time and grief and death had changed
them sadly. and now gazed upon them as ONT
turned into stone.
Late the next night hcarsc left the hOus'
for small bnrying. ground outside Of London
aud, under the light Of soft. bright moon
which seemed to beam kindly upon him fol
his pityng tenderness. Alfred GArrcttsoI
buried her who was once an idol to him aud
pride!