Democrat and sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1853-1866, 1861-07-24

ewes cleaned defiance had heard her con-
fess her love for me--but the confession was
agony. the death-ike silence was broken by |
a low, moaning cry. Adeline sprang towards
her child
{" Help-help :" she cried q Edgar is dy-
ing ~
The excitement Of the scene had been too
much for his delicate frame: one CONFUSION
succeeded another with fearful rapIdlty.
The doeter did hot arrive till long after
midnight He shock his head as he followed
Sir Arthur and myself from the room
No earthly power can save him = he
said '' he may linger Oh for some weeks
but his reason will never be restored 1t
must have been some great shock to produce
| commissions like these 2"
| DR. Masters looked inquirIngly at Sir Ar
thur. left them alone together
| The next morning was Sunday-such a
calm, peaceful Sunday morning L had slept
but lit lie and as aoon as [ was dressed hast
ened to the nursery. Adeline sat just as
had left her Little Edgar was quiet now,
but the hand of death was heavy on his glazed
ewes and hollow cheek Adeline hardly no.
ticed my entrance. sat down but [ did not
speak. Presently Sir Arthur came in That
night of misery had done its work on him.
He went up to A Adeline-kissed her forehead,
and then said
L" Edgar, my son-where's mamma p
The glazed eyes opened fully-a slight
shiver convulsed him for moment-he turn
ed his face towards his mother, murmured,
Dear mamma gave deep sigh, and expired.
No shrek burst from the unhappy Adeline.
Sir Arthur gazed at his child for a moment
as if he doubted the possibility of the awful
loss be had sustained; and then he said, as
be lifted him In his arms:
'' The Lords will be done y
Adeline's face was convulsed. and thought
she would have tainted but she commanded
herself sufficiently to say to ne;
{. Do not leave my husband :" and then
with firm step. she left the room.
, Poor Sir Arthur his was a seEere trial.
:. Gods hand is heavy upon me ~ be said;
{" but I.have deserved it Had it not been for
my own violence, my child would have been
yet slive-my wife perhaps would have loved
s me ~
Three days passed slowly away; A9eline
, remained shut up in her own room. Sir Ar
thur aud | were much together.
The morning of the funeral came. Sir Ar
thur was more resigned than had hoped he
stood for nearly an hour gazing on that swee
! pale face !; he was about leaving the room
when Adeline entered She was much chang
+ ed the proud, defiant look gone fron
her dark eyes she more like the Adelint
d [ had loved SO fondy years ago, than The
!, proud, naughty woman she had became since
her marriage
> Good bye. my darlings child ~ che said
:, and she stopped down and kissed the far
W wLite forehead her tears were falling fast
o Sir Arthur stood beside her Suddenly sh
IS turned
= NV child has been taken from me ~ sh
faltered. - In his grave let US bury all memo
E. ~ of past wrong Will you forgive me ol
my husband ?" Aud in another instant sh
es was clasped to lis heart.
r Years passed before 1 revisited Trenlyo
Manor and when | came again, it da
L. of great rejoicing for Sir Arthur's only son
D. Lewis, had attained his majority. i am
at very old man now. and have survived all
e, love had my sorrows, but they have lon
70 passed. know that -AdeIine happy i
her husbands love. No shadow ever cam
again between them, and | now often have
to pretty child called Adeline to come and sc
be me who calls me Uncle Edgar That chill
Sc is Adeline's granddaughter. Before Sir Al
od thur died he knew all and W hen he told ID
:. how good wife AdelIne had been and ho
III blessed he had been in her affection, | wa
ne content. Adeline died happy. 1 have d
e. ! sorrow now.