Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1860-12-05

buy farm. The reports of his conduct were
time after time told 10 the loving girl, and
the hopeless old man. The time of his pro-
baton wanted but day of closing when he
started from the house of his EMPLOYER
Carries heart was beating high with joyful
auticipntons, and v ith woman's truthful
ness, she looked for the return ofhe lover.
The day Of his expected return came, and
the brigh sun impaired cheerfulness to all
but night had been ustered in, and vet he
came not. The second day dawned, but still
the loving girl and the confding old man were
alone. Tears filled the eyes of the latter, but
the former still hoped on-but it was almost
hoping against hope The cid mans hopes
were Of the lost--for he had heard that Hay
ward was drunkard A week passed by
and still.hc came not "A hopeless grief now
bowed Carrie beneath its sofnbve clouds.
Observation-Disclosures no longer looked for
her lover.
One night as she was sitting engaged in
deep thought, and now and then would cast a
sorrowing glance at her father, low knock
ing was heard at the door, while at the same
time the pitiable whine of dog resounded in
the air. In moment she sprang to her feet
and opened the door; but she uttered wild
and piercing shrek, and fell fainting in her
fathers arms.
AS the old man gazed upon the object which
had so alarmed his daughter, he was aston
ished at what he beheld. There stood Ed
ward with shoeless feet, and no clothing but
a air Of old trowscrs and thin shirt. His
eyes were dull and haggard, while his lips
presented frightful appearance.
Take him away, father, cried the excited
girl-"hc is not my Edward-no, no-my
Edward is dead. Take him away this is some
ficnd como to mock me;" and giving an awful
cry, she iel! PROSTATE on the foor-rcGson
had fed-she tcds mad p
.pSunkcn, dt graded, as rum had made him,
ii. his heart was touched at the girls agony.
Throwing up his arms to Heaven, he shouted:
am murderer "A MURDERER do you
hear?" and calling his dog, he ran wildly
away. !,
Two days after, Edward Hayward might
have been seen staggering up to the tavern
where his first ruin was effected, and suppli-
eating for glass of liquor The bar-kceper
laughed and turned away. With an aching
heart and crazed brain, the poor wretch
wandered through the ncighboIhood. Often
would his voice be heard in the hours of
midnight: ''Ha! hall am murderer
killed her-that is not my Edward-no, no
n flend J!
He too was maniac. The vivid, but cold,
scrpentlike CLEAN Of bis eyes, could not be
mistaken. Sometimes at midnight he would
be heard fleeing by the farm houses as if for
life; at other times loud cries and shouts
would issue from the woods as if from one in
great agony and at others, he would mutter
to himself by hours. He disappeared at last /;
fheH fhHt GBB66f cps fAEh eS taRs sa Xsptt td4BR his beams
Hayward was found lying at the loot OF a
tree, and as strangers bore him to his last
resting place, no eye let fall tear no heart
hcaved a sigh. No marble marks the spot
where he sleeps, but there, "unwept, un-
honored, and unsung" rests the body of the
Victim of Intemperance.
Young Readers, take heed, lest you fall
into temptation, and pray that God may give
you strength to resist the snares OF the
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