Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1863-02-05


answered in my masters voice. saying.
1t isl, Rebecca. do not fear; go to your
room again / though. thenait was
: smaller person than my MASTER but then
knew his voice so well, and so went to
bed. In the mornin8 he dill not come
down; but that often. happened. and he al
ways told me not to wake him. he was
such poor sleeper. waitel till night,
and then Oh that Mr.. Clifford would
come!'' fss<s..f .-. sr..s,.,a,. = 4
In few days Mr.. Clifford came. The
community was shaken with fear. All
that money and the law could do to ferret
ont the murderer was tried Intellectually
Mr., Clifford Lewis. contrary to his wont.
went much to public places, stimulating
officials to do their duty, and showing ca
pacity and zeal. He was a strikingly
handsome man. and had one of the most
beautiful voices had ever heard. He i'm
pressed me so much THAI came home de-
termined 10 describe him to Mrs. Brown.
began describing. him. She listened
in silence. with her long dark lashcs rest
ing on her wan. pale checks. -
i was dwelling on the concentrated ener-
gy Of his manner. and the contrast in the
soft. mellow tones OF his voice. -
81 should think such men would be IRE.
sistible to women" / said; strength in
repose."
"And so they arc" said Mrs. Brown.
"But have you ever thought what that
manner indicates? Do you. know what
becomes of the poor victim who is grasped
hy that iron hand in velvet glove?
will tell you. She shrinks, she trembles.
she couches in Submissions; but she escapes
and turning. she stings her tyrant, as a
playful. tortured, vexed serpent turns and
stings?' -
How this woman's voice thrilled me
throughl What terrible quality had it
that made my blood freeze in my brainl +
They sting! they stingl" she reiterated.
Night came again. The tree told me
horrible secret that night. 1t whispered a
word that KEEP. sleep from my eyes In the
dead cf night heard foot on the stairs
Il heard door shu: above my head
These sounds confirmed my worst imagin-
ings. The tree beckoned me cut into The
stormy night-it threw one arm wildly up
in the ar, and pointed to her window.
The demon. beckoned me up / climbed
up the jagged trunk of the old tree, reach
ed one of the long arm-like branches, and
crcpt along its frail and swaying support.
A dull light shining in the room showed
me that acomon-her pale hands bloody.
her person disguised ir mems clothes. and
her eyes cleaning with superhuman lustle
and ficndish triumph. g
Morning came. and with it crowds OF
agitated. pale men. and women shrieking
with terror, and news of another murder.
Yes, Clifford Lewis, with his handsome,
cruel face, lay murdered in his bed se Z
In another hour from the discovery | Twas
arrested as his murderer. zs 81
The proof was this: a-man's track was
discovered leading past the old tree, from
the house in which he lived to mine, and
near one of the tracks. and clinging to the
torn bark of the tree. was my handker-
chief. .fs. Il
only asked one favor OF the crowd Of
angry men who seized upon me as if j
were wild least, and that was that
might write a note. Hsa
Is accShttU, Jul W Dt'll iiicl saw IL was
addressed to the poor dying woman up
stairs. they all said enc"
The man is m adj said one; 1--WE will
not allow the poor invalid to bc alarmed
by his rawlings"
But the gray.haircd young physician Of
fcrcd to take it for me. =.
/ wrote her these words: "Be frm-the
dead sycamore and alone know: we are
both incapable Of speaking" 81
/ sat on the stone floor OF the prison. a.
waiting the morning. / knew that loved
a monster, but loved still. No thought
OF betraying her came into my mind
All other thoughts--home. friends. good
name--were drowned in this al-conauer-
ing sea. i recalled my morbid sensations
before saw her, compared that nights
reflections with my present state Of feeling
Was not murderer at heart? Was it
not Just that should bo punished for the
sin | had conceived hut not committed?
Morning came, and with it my release.
Mrs. Brown had confessed the crime, and
was dying. She wished to see me. She
was lying on sofa. and by her side a
grave old man held her pulse in one hand,
ard his watch in the other. She opened
her eyes. and held ont feeble hand 10 me-
Poor, generous fool. did you think L
would let you die?" she said. "No; 1
have killed all wished to Kill. kept
silence till my poor tools, my so called
nurse and physician. could escape need
ed them. and used them: but they are in
nocent, except of knowing me- andtliey are
gone. How long have I?' shs asked Of
the physician. ,' eseHsi'9
Not en- hour." he answered, sol emnly.
"More than enough. ] am the wife Of
Clifford Lewis. He won me by that SC #
voice which you admired; he crushed me
with that iron hand you saw. was high
strung. impetuous, passionate. I loved
him-God knows how much!-but defied
him. did not want to be ruled. In this
evil hour his brother Montague came to
live with us. he treated me kindly. and
| trusted him. told him was unhappy
fatal, weak confessionl He. was mean
creature. He loved me--he asked me to
fly with him. / refused. Itole him / ma
ted him. He went away, but left pois,l
oned arrow. He told his brother that |
had confessed that loved him. ard he fed
to save our happiness. 1 "si'e.s e e
- "How artisf;callv ho n1.nnaa 4.