Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1862-02-27
WIFE MURDER.
By LUCY RANDALL.

"Be careful of her, Frank-love her
and cherish ber--sbe's a tender little
blossom"
Old Mr.. Millet turned away with two
wet spots on his cheeks, as he placed
the lovely young bride in the travelling
carriage that was to bear her aw ay on
the wedding tour. Susy was his only
child, and he grudged her sadly to the
handsome fellow who stood there so
proud and happy, his brown curIs toss
ed about in the wind, and his brilliant
dark eyes sparkling with gay excite.
ment.
GAS if there was any danger of nv
loving her too little!" said Frank Ash
win. somewhat piqued by bis father-in-
laws expressive caution. "There's a
great deal more serious risk of my kill
ing her with kindness"
a7 And Susy's sweet, child like laugh
was the last sound that struck her soli-
tary fathers ear as the carriage drove
away. She never thought how true a
word is often spoken in unconscious
JEST T. Z ~ -.--- s..
Didn't I see you and Ashwin pass
Just now?" said Charles Clair, as he
lounged across the piazza of one of the
great Saratoga hotels.
"Yes--there he is this minute just
entering the saloon"
"And didn't some one say he was
married, or have ! dreamed it?"
at was prophetic dream if you
didP laughed his companion. "He
joined the order of Benedicts about a
week ago; and, upon my word and hon.
or, Clair. if could find just such an
other little jewel of womanhood, I'd go
and do likewise"
"Why?" yawned Mr.. Clair. ais
she anything remarkable?"
"AEpearlls a rosebud a white, little
lilly of the valleyP said his enthusias-
tic friend. .sThe prettiest creature 1
ever sawl There's only one objection
she's too ethereal! If 1 were Ashwin,
Would never trust her out of my sight
for moment, for fear she should van
Ish into snow-wresth!"
Clair shrugged his shoulders rather
doubtfully. but half an hour afterward,
as Mrs. AshWin. tripped past, leaning
lightly on her husbands arm, he was
forced mentally to concede that James
Medford bad been right. There were
very few women as beautiful as that
fair girl-bride. with the peaeh-like bloom
on her cheek. and the depy, tremulous
light in her lovely eyes.
Introduce me, that's good fellow,
Frank" the first opportunity he could
seize on. "By Jovel you have discov-
cred jewel of the first waterr'
1t was very pleasant to be the belle
Of every assemblage with which she
mingled. Susy wondered and smiled
att, with a'sort OF childish delight, but
Frank was prouder and happier far
He loved to watch her soft, hesitaliug
words. - -. -g-,-r ,4yr-
"Not tired yet, my darling"
ga little, Frshk. You know we are
up go late every evening here, and am
such little cesntry thing, unaccusiom-
ed to all these gsys city habits" aeiss7
"Bat: you must not talk Of going yet,
Mrs. Ashvin. Why, it is hsrdiy mid
nigbtH exclaimed Mr.. Clair, sand you
have promised me a quadriiIe, besides
wsits for poor Medford. 49, 80 2.ss,
90 no, don't nun away VET sussy1.. \,
said ben husband o6aily, andsshe lsurI,g
ed and yielded.s.s .sasS=sss lsssss
'sWfth the Vfnter;came new tssliyiiliiess
and excitemeSts.sSMrs. AshEins p fame
had preceded berzto the metrepolitap
sdfswjng room, ssnd she found herself
more Of a spoiled beauty than ever
She would ratber-heyesled q little more
domestic lie, ,shad her own secret inclis
nation been consulted, but Frank was
80 proud Of her, and she could not dis.
appoint him. zw