Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1862-04-17

i really think, Mr.. Wilkinson. tha
your visit there with your sister ani
myself, only yesterday, has turned youl
head. do not know what to make o
1T! Ie9t s1a Sung - aa 20 -'s '
Nor L. added he, good-naturedly.
Perhaps we will call there again To-
morrow suggested Mary.
But you couldn't permit yourself tc
do that said be.
%, yes, in the way Of business
while you could mske out visit with
her. e saca s.et ~ W .gg. a5i
Il should most respectfully decline
such proposition as that,' he quickly
replied.
Just at that moment--ihey had been
continuing their promenade during this
conversation-they met the mother ol
Mary. She was alone.
Here you are, truantsP exclaimed
she, affeciionately taking her daughters
disengaged hand. j haye been long
looking all over the rooms for you.'
But what do you think Mr.. Wilkin-
son says, mother?' exclaimed Mary, en-
deavoring to rally her companion.
what is it, my dear?'
why. that he wished I bad invited
that Miss johnson to my party, this
evening"
And milliner, tool exclaimed the
mother, with all the contemptuousness
of manner she could properly express
at the moment.
only think Of it, notherl'
Il thought you were more select in
your associates and friends said Mrs.
Ingleton, with an effort at gay laugh.
Come, sir! 1 will take your arm, if
you please, while you dismiss Mary,
and we will talk this matter over seri-
ously together
So saying, she drew her hand within
the arm Of the young man; while Mary,
at her special look Of command, with
drew hers, and seated herself on a dis
tant fauteuil, where she soon had the
qualification of finding an apparently
admiring crowd around her.
Mrs. Ingleton made a circuit of the
rooms with her gentlemanly guest, and
finally withdrew with him to retired
part Of one of the rooms, where she
continued the conversation thus acci-
dentally begun with her daughter.
All her object and all her aim was,
to disposess Mr.. Wilkinson, by any
possible means, OF the idea that il would
not derogate from his character and
standing to marry, or even to associate
with, girl similarly circumstanced with
Miss johnson.
Was she at all selfish in her views?
The reader may perhaps see.
Not many days after this gathering
at the house of Mr.. Ingleton, carriage
drove into the village street, containing
two gentlemen. They alighted at the
door Of the public house, and after duly
inquiring their way, walked over to the
pleasant little shop of Miss johnson.
i am glad to be able to congratulate
you, Miss Johnson remarked one Of
them, 'on the prospect of your speedily
recovering all that your father lost pre-
vious to his decease.'
The innocent girl started, and knew
nothing of what was meant.
The stranger then exchanged few
words with her in private, and both
gentlemen soon after left the house.
Proceeding at once 10 the residence
of Mr.. Ingleton, they rang the door-bell
and called for him. He made his sp-
pearance in the hall after moments
delay, and greeted one of the gentlemen
with seemingly unaffected cordiality.
I'VE have come on unpleasant busi-
ness, SIR at once proceeded the gentle
man, 'and might as well go about it i'm
mediately.'
we have come to lay under attach
ment all your personal property and
real estate, situated in this village, and
wherever else to be found. This is
copy ofthe process. SIR and he forth
with drew a paper from his pocket and
handed it to Mr.. IngleIon.
The latter looked pale as death.
The two gentlemen left the house.
unwilling to add aught to the suffering
of the unfortunate and unhappy gen.
tleman. 1HaE
Half an hour afterwards, the report
of pistol was heard in one of the
chambers of Mr.. Ingleton's house. The
inmates were all alarmed, terribly.
They ran to the room whence the
noise proceeded, speechless with al
fright.
The door was locked.
1t must be forced--forced at once.
A passerby was called in, who placed
his shoulder against the door. Ityield-
ed at last to his strong pressure.
What sight met their astonished
gael :ea H.rf
The poor man lay gasping and bleed
ing, and writhing upon the floor!
He was a SUICIDE!
Nopen can portray the anguish, the
agony, the bitter, burning agony-that
poured like hot lava over the hearts Of
his wife and child. No thought can
measure thoughts like what were theirs
in that dark moment. No feelings can
sound the dismal depths Of the feelings
that rushed like turbid waters, at that
time, through their souls!
The news spread ike wild-Gre
through the village. There was no one
in whose mouth the fearful tale was not;
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