Daily State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1861-1865, 1862-04-28
aubIe," aid Mr. Trevor, paasing uneasi!y on

bauble,' said Mr. Trevor, pausing uneas!y on
the stairs.
~'sNonsense-was it spirited away? Are
you willing TO lose thousand dollars rather
than detect the thief?" neH
"Well, Sarah" said the husband. passing
onward, If it ever should transpire that we
have been mistaken, shall feel as if we had
done cruel and barbarous thing this day?"
"Good God, Sarah exclaimed Mr. Trevor,
one morning as he was glancing over the
newspaper at the breakfast table, 1T is in
credible."
"What is the matter?r
"Poor Ellen Hope has committed suicide
poisoned herself last nightlv
Mrs Trevor was more shocked than she
like to own-she turned very pale.
POISONED herself?'
"Yes-the paragraph goes on to state that
she was driven to the act by starvation and
misery, never having been able TO obtain en-
ployment since she figured as the defendant
in certain disgraceful trial for theft, about
two months ago Poor child poor child
Sarah, / never shall forgive myself for the
part took in that affair"
"If / had supposed she was in such destitu-
ton, / should have sent her some relief" said
Mrs. Trevor, thoughtfully. IL am very sorry,
though there can be no doubt that she stole
the ring, although it couldn't be proved"
Mr. Trevor went to look at the wasted
corpse of Ellen Hope, as it lay stretched on
the little white bed In the narrow room. The
pale, pretty girl was always rather a favorite
with the kind-hearted, childless old man, and
there was a nameless Pdng at his heart he
stood there, looking down on the marble fore
head and waxen eyelids of the young suicide.
And he went away, the attendants marvelled
to find spray of cream-white roses, just
blossoming into fragrance laid in the lily
hands that were crossed so meekly on the
breast
A mild afternoon in April-the sky blue,
and fiecked with soft islets of floating cloud,
and Mrs. Trevor's flowers exhaling a perfect
sea of sweets around herl The door opened.
II was her maid with message and little
parcel.
IF YOU please, ma'am, gentleman just re-
turned from China left this; from Mr. Neville,
he saws"
Hubert Neville was Mrs Trevor's favorite
nephew wild, harum-scarum fellow, full of
fun and life, who had started for China on
some official appointment, the very day-how
well she remembered the date!-that suspicion
first overloaded poor Ellen Hopes life
She threw aside the unopened packet, and
eagerly broke the seal of the latter.
my dearest aunt,' it ran, "pray don't
blame me any more than | deserve for what,
after all, was mere act of Neville careless
ness, and | have been uneasy about it ever
since. You remember the day | came to bid
you goodbye, your showing me diamond
solitaire ring, and my laughingly comparing it
to one of much less value, which l myself
wore. Think of my being thoughtless enough
to wear both the rings away on my finger, and
never discovering my mistake until fifty miles
of blue sea rolled between me and home! !
know you must be very anxious, so / send the
diamond to you by very good friend of mine
who is on 'homeward- bound craft which
passes our ship this morning. loraI-Don't
trust valuable jewels in the irreverent paws
OF careless young scape-grace againl Love
to uncle-will write again soon
Your aflectonate nephew,
HUBERT"
Mrs. Trevor threw down the letter, and
tore open the package with fingers that trem.
bled so violently that she could haully unfas-
ten the securing seals. There it lay, trem
bling in the light like drop of golden water
the diamond ring which had been the death
warrant of poor Ellen Hope
With a piercing scream, she fell back in
sensible on the sofa-but it was all too late for
the young victim, who had passed far beyond
the reach of earthly restitution or amends
into the land where God is eternally justl