Pomeroy weekly telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy, Meigs County, Ohio) 1860-1866, 1860-01-03

the vital organ, and with a, single, half
uttered groan, the young Englishman
fell to the ground, dead. Claude Brig
noi withdrew the reeking, bloody poin-
ard, and with a grim smile, turned the
body over with his foot, to make sure
that his victim was dead beyond all doubt,
!. Having satisfied himself, he sheathed
his weapon, yet wet with poor Elfiott's
blood, and turning his steps toward BIZ
anea's residence, proceeded toward it at a
quick pace. #nf.. 5s.e
Blanca, after entering the house, i'm
mediately retired to her chamber, and
having seated herself there for some
time, she at length began preparing for
bed, and had laid aside some articles of
dress, when she was again overcome by
the terrible spresentiment Of evil which
she had mentioned to her lover; and un4
able to Danish it, she took up a scarf and
threw it over her shoulders.
: She then left the room, and descend
ing the stairs, stepped out upon the pi-
azza. -
The moon was justrising and shestood
Watching it, tillit had attained its throne,
and rode high in the star-gemmed sky,
thinkingof Herbert, and endeavoring in
vain, to vanish the foreboding of i'll to
one or both of them.
There she stood, ldivinely beautiful in
her half undress, and the fill moon shin
ing down upon her, when Brignoli came
up. She did not perceive him, but he
saw her, and was oye1oyed at the sight
Climbing up very cautiously upon the
piazza bsNhd her, he glided toward her
with a calm, noiseless. step, the poniard
held aloft in his hand, prepared to strike
the fatal blow, till nearing her, his foot
struck against something, and the noise
made Blanca start and turn round, as he
regained his balance. -. 81. sss
Fear for moment .paralyzed her, her
arms dropped, and the scarf fell down
from her shoulders That single mo-
.ment suficed. The murderer PLUNGED
his poniard into her white bosom, and
drawing it out as she fell at his feet, uns
thrust it into his own heart.
There, on the following morning niur-
derer and murderer suicide were found,
and some miles distant, the body of Col.
Elliott. 81 s5.s...x (. .5s..s
Blanca and her lover were buried in
one grave, under the shade of a myrtle
bush, close by the arbor in the garden,
and a common wooden cross, where four
roads, iaterseet each other, in Milan,
shows the last resting place of the mur-
derer aud suicide. Claude Brignoli.
s Tall one.
Do yo know Tom Well, he
lives down by us in the town of Danville,
and is counted by all persons, far or near,
as the greatest liart cut of Jail ''3 lie was
al ,r.ts las
one ready, which, of course, no person be
lieyed. One evening few of us were
seated by the stove in the bar Of the tav-
ern, when the door opened and Tenn en-
tered. 0fcourse we all pressed him to
tellu yarn. s.
aRaty +boys, said he, II don't know
any.
Yes,syou do
We told him#to give us a good yarn,
and he should have a drink of what he
called s'white-eye' So he began
When I was at home I founda catone
evening down by the road, and took it mp
to thsstouse to keep And such a cat it
weighsslsabout ten pounds, and was as
black asa Guinea niger. 1t would 60
round the house me-you, ne young, IN
til the ould oman said I should drown d
1T. es e
So one morning I caught Tommy and
took him to the creek, and tossed him IN.
Without waiting to see the result, start
ed home. Next morning, on getting uI
I beheld mister Tommy seated on tl6
porch, just starting his internal you
ing / grabbed him before he coufdrun,
and taking himitb the creek, tossed him
IN. After watc hing for while I went
home, thinking / had sent the cato King
dom come q Next morning, the first
thingI saw was catseated ontheporch,
making the air resopnd with his.noise. l
took him, picked up the Ratchet, and pro-
ceeded to the creek. Arriving there, I
cut off his head and threw both parts into
the water / then went home, fully con-
vinced that mister Tommy would not
trouble us any more; but may ! be blessed,
next morning if he wasn't seated on the
porch with his head IN his mouth F.
a Pretty Women.
"A pretty woman is oneofth sinstitu-
tiohs Of the country fy-an angeliin dry
goods and glory. ShesmaRss sunshine,
blue 81 and ppiness wherever, she
goes. Her Path. IS one. of 3deli liciods Poses,
perfumes and beauty. She IS a poem,
written in rare curls, and choice calico,
and good prineiplss. Her words float
round thesearsIike music, birds -ef para
disc, OF the chime of Sabbath. bells.--
without her, society would lose her truest
A. - - - "a