New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1860-03-19
The Voice OF Blood.

Sentinel of the New York Courier, tells the
following story, as told to him by friend whom
be styles IN w
Williams gave me. said W. the large seal yoa
have SO often noticed The first time that silent
in the same room with him, he kept me awake
nearly an hour in the night with his strange talk
ing and mnttering. imagined he was talking in
his sleep, and the next morning asked him why
he made such wretched noise. He said that az /
was TO be his roommate, he might as well tell me
first as last and that he relied on my fidelity to
him. He told me that his father was a man Of
property, and had intended him for a merchant.
and placed him with mercantile friend in Edin.
bnrgh, where he then lived. There were two
other clerks in the store and either from partially
| TO him or as areward for his diligence the mer.
chant In short time put him over these vounn
men, and made him his chief clerk This rendered
them his mortal foes, and they sought every oppor
tnnity to provoke and injnre him. He bore then
| injuries with patience, though sometime he retail
IL the absence Of the merchant, Barnes one OF t6e
clerks, insisted on fighting him. However, said
Williams, when the pistols were brought In by
Maxwell, the other clerk his heart failed him. and
be declined Maxwell had always been his greatest
persecntor, and declared that rather than should
escape, he would fight me himself, and so giving
me one Of the pistols he went with the other to the
corner Of The room ID the store. We both fired to.
gether. When the smoke cleared away I saw
Maxwell with his hand on his side, and the blood
streaming between his fingers: he leaned a moment.
graaning, against the wall and then sank Qradually
I'll he lay dead upon the floor. rushed out of tho
store, and made the best Of my way to NV fathers
house, where Hay concealed till an Opportunity
| Was given 70 send me 70 America 1t would have
been dangerous, from the feeling Of Maxwall.s re
/ atives for me to have remained in Scotland Eyar
since that see Maxwell by nay bedside LEANING
at no did when the bullet struck him. ss,s's1'ss
told him, said Mr.. M, to dismiss the Jaa IL -
| but an Imagination or bad dream. r =
No, was his reply. netso !; am always awaken.
ened By something like q pressure on my breast
/ SEQ you. f'''s Y
i was very evident to me, continued Mr.. NJ. tina,
Williams condition at night was indeed distressing
aud soon realized Il in greater force. The next
/ night was awakened as before the same wretched
noise, and with all my strength Of innocence djd
not feel very comfortable as heard him talking n
low sad tone to what he imag ined he saw ut the
foot OF his bed. u ~
Go, 60, said he don't trouble me- any more. "a,
know It was your own fault. Why do Won come
every night to distress me- Go away. now. Ia
leave me III peace. All, that's right. Go ; GOOD
night good night to you.
II was with difficulty could sleep after this: bu
yet several nights elapsed before he woke me-
again. T. then asked him what be saw.
j see Maxwell standing bleeding before me-
Tou do not: 1t Is your own imagination4-a nler,
diseased delusion--nothng more.
do. see him in that corner looking at me.
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