, 1862-06-12
sTEILACoo WASHINGTON TERRITORY THURSDAY JUNE 12 ls

ance Walter, yet new In bis spousedom, was
more amenable than an older hand but Rosa
had no want Of anxiety in this her first dinner
party. She felt sure that something would 60
wrong; that Mr.. Manson would see some fault
How could she steer between the rocks Of mean
ness on which 80 many are split, and the whirl-
pool Of extravagance whore so many are en-
gulfed l-the Sylla and ChaTybdis Of housekeep-
ipgl She fitted incessAhtly from the kitchen to
the dining room, and long before the appointed
time was weaFied TO death. A tempting bottle
Of port was decanted ready on the sideboard,;
she ventured on . glass-it refreshed her ex-
ceedingly; she was fitted for further exertions.
Had she taken no more she would have been
happy woman; but AFTER the FIRST drop she could
no longer Withstand temptation; she drank again
and again her orders were contradictory, her
servants saw her state and were impertinent;
and when Walter returned to dress for dinner,
accompanied by Mr.. Manson, his beautiful wife
lay PROSTATE on the noor, with unmistakAblS
proofs Of her fault lsr
The uncle gave q contemptuous whistle, and
withdrew from the disgraceful scene; her hhs-
band carried her up stairs and dung her Oh the
bed, while tears such as man seldom sheds
showed bis bitter shame, his agOnised disgust, as
be looked at the prospect life now presented:
|" She Is my wife my wife I" be cried. "Would
she were IN her eofini could love her memory
had she died; but now-ohl Rosa, Rosa I" i,
"Walter, WalterI" she screamed, "my hus
band, tell me-am Ii-am If"-
"YOu are drunk, madam, be answered.
%NO, no, no; am not cannot be, now you
are herei Walter, We shall be lete; We must
dress to see your uncle. ] am sober, indeed !
am"
Fresh guests now arrived; the miserable hus-
band locked bis no less wTetehed wife 10 her
room, and hastened to apologize for her unex-
pected illness ~.
And Walter S-alasi be now drank with her.
He lung struggled with his dreary disconfOrts
at home, with the dull, companionless evenings,
when his Rosa, that once highly.gifted creature,
lay stepped in the coarsest Lethe, or would 10
wild intoxication hurl feproaches at him. He
had taken the keys from her; she broke open
the locks; she bribed the servants for drink
she parted from her valnablesi even bis books
and plate, to procure the necessary stimulant
she made bis disgrace and hers public. No
friend could come to their house, such fearful
scenes occasionally took place there; bis home
was blasted-dTink became his solaee. The
wild orgies Of their despair were indeed terrible;
but l need not dwell on this Tepulsive theme;
suffice Il TO say, Walters affairs were now en-
tirely neglected--hs was sOon iFtetrieyab5- fu-
ined.
The Lindsays made them weekly allowances,
for both were untitled for sny continuous exer
tion-they cunnbefed the earth. As soon as
their pittance came IN, il was squandered In
drink and then they quarrelled, and even fought
Rosa, the elegant refined. graceful woman, fought
with her husband for drink, and often bore evi,
dent traces Of bis violence. Her beauty had
long since vanished; her features were red and
bloated, her voice cracked, her person neglected
who would have believed that genius, and
high, noble, wOmAnly feelings had once been
hersl At last, in one Of the furious encounters
Walter struck her brutally; she fell bleeding At
bis feet The sight sObsred him, and her cries
raised their humble ueighbOrs--(they had long
since lefl their pleasant home, and were now in
lodgings more suited to their eircnmstances). A
crowd Of screaming women filled the rooai, while
be sat shivpriug In helpless imbeclty.
"Ah, poor dear, her troubles are over now !"
said the women. "See what you've done, you
Wretchl you cowardly wretch you've killed
your poor wife and 4 lady, too, a. she was
But yOu'Il hang for it, Il there's justice to be
had for love or money!
The threat recalled bis scattered senses A
heavy fall disturbed the crowd around Ross
her husband Law dead-he destroyed himself
She was slowly recovering het consciousness
when the exclamatiOns Of those around told her
there was still more to be dreaded; she hurfiedIy
looked around. ..-t ,i
"WsIterI' she shrieked, my husband dead !
dead. ] am unioFgiven-he was angry with
me-tell him to give but one word, one look.
Walter, you cannot die thusl have been bis
bane through life; will the curse follow him to
the other worldf"
She is now mad, in an asylum. This ends the
story Of Rosa Lindsay. It may read over
drawn; Il Is truth.