Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1863-09-19

ire--it's all going out \ sec---and that will
be cheaper aud easier way OF getting ii,
Of them than sending tbemt Herbert. 1
don't make any difference 10 me what yoi
do with them; but had as lief see the
thrown away one way as another. t7ial
The Deacon grosneda to The torrent O
words which his wife had poured out, bad
as usual, almost bewildered him. a.a5,,i ;
III go aud lie down a, little while, be
ssid, the letter can't 60 till evening, any.
how -
1 think you'd better rest awhile, said
Mrs Manning; and she went with him to
bis room, lowered the blinds, placed the
pillows at the right angle, and brought him
pleasant, warm draught. 1t was almost
night when the Deacon awoke from bis
long, deep sleep. 10 IN 'aIr--H slcs s.
Dear, dearl be said, as he came into tho
sitting.room, brilliant with the sunset rays,
that made him wink and lcok more feeble
and distressed than usual. I've slept too
long. Why didn't you wake me, Hepsi,
bah? I'm afraid | cant goo Herberl's let.
ter to the post.office In time for the mail.
You were sleeping so nicely, Deacon,
that ] thought it a pity to wake you, said
Mrs, Manning, in her blandest tones; so /
wrote the letter aud sent il of an hour
ago. .,,. ...,,s..,. .,.,,.. y.s.i. s,.,..-.
Aud what did you writer ''......-
| Why. that you wished Herbert 10 send
particulars, aud arrange about security
before you forwarded nn order to sell out
such an amouut Of stock na1s73J .eaoti
You did?--and the boy may be ruined
by this delay. What we're you thinking
of, madam, and why did sleep 80 long!
and 20 mail till tomorrow evening! 49,
was thinking OF saving you trouble,
said Mrs. Manning. depreca,ingly--the re.
mainder Of the question she might, perhaps,
have answered more satisfactorily, but she
That poor hoyf that poor boy moaaed
the Deacon, HE MUD uow thoroughly
aroused 10 the immineucy OF Herberrs ruin
and his own gross neglect Of the duty he
only intended to delay. All night he toss
ed wakefully. or in uneasy slnmber, while
Mrs. Manning slept peacefully. .r..l .
In the morning, before the sun had ex
hailed one dewdrop from the vines that
covered her window, the Deacon stood by
her bedside in full Sunday attire. He was
about to wake her, when fortunately be
spied upon the bureau little basket con.
taiuing keys. This II be better, be mur.
INJURED, as he lifted the basket, bat his hand
shook so that the bunch he had selected
jingled in his grasp. Casting q startled
glance toward his sleeping wife, to see if
she had been aroused, he hurried forth
La the sitting room stood the old 'escritoire'
in which papers and money were kept.
Tremblingly, with feelings almost Of guilt,
be applied the key to the lock, the hinges
creaked, the old wood snapped. but still
the unconscious sleeper in the next room
was not aroused. The Deacon drew out
the papers, took the old pocket. book pie.
thoric with crisp bank'notes, put them, with
the keys, into his own pocket, and hasten.
ed from the house. AT the flrm.y yard gate
his man stood ready with the light wagon,
to con .ey him to the railroad station, and
before Mrs. Macning had shaken off the
Influence OF her morning nap, be was safely
ensconced in the train that swept aud thun.
dered on its way toward the distant city.
IL was a c0mfortlcss ride for the old
Deacon. He was timid as child, with
out childs fearlessness that is born of
ignorance. He shrask, frightened, into a
corner OF seat, starting at every change
If sound, afraid of being cheated when the
conductor came round, all one mass OF
perturbations aud pslpilations through the
entire journey. '-ra luurp11i r.r
Night had fallen when be arrived, aud it
sflerward seemed to him that he escaped
so as by fre,' from the attacks of the
hacknten, the solicitations of numberless
boys, who made frantic darts at his travel.
ing bag, the noise. the hustle and con.
fusion dire of the great city terminus. and
at last found himself emerging from car
rage at the door Of his sons residence. 45i
Mrs. Herbert Manning was very fond of
| the old Deacon, who had always treated
ber with timid, caressing kindness. which
attracted her strangely. She was very
much surprised, aud very glad to see him.
and would tell him nothing iu answer to all
his questions. till he had had nice supper,
aud. refreshed by food, was resting on the
couch in her own sitting groom.
70 Herbert has not been home since morn
ing, she said then. / waited dinner an
hour; and then, as knew be was very
anxious about some business, concluded he
naQ QineQ down Town, uuu buu lhe ueai
sent up. But / am troubled about him
now, and if he does not come soon. shall
send John down town to inquire for him.
As she spoke, carriage ratified along
the aristocratic street, so quiet after night.
fall at that season of the year, when none
of the grand mansions blazed with lights
for great party 1t stopped. and voices
we're heard, and presently the bell rang,
and q confused sound of footsteps aud mur.
INJURED tones rose from the marble.paved
hall. JobD's scared face appeared at the
door. and Mrs, Manning sprang past him,
the dread at her heart making her silent.
Two policemen were in the hall, and .
group Of other figures. aud in the arms OF
these lifeless form : dropping, pale,
ghastly--her husband. AS she hurried to
his side, groan and heavy fall resouDd-
ed from the staircase The Deacon had
followed his daughterin-law, and, over
powered by the scene that met his eyes,
and the remorse that prompted the words.
Il have murdered him. had fallen senseless
upou the stony floor '.-