Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1863-06-06
WHOLE NUMBER 7O2..

Oh! but, my friend, il this first meeting
OF the cottage was over, | thiuk I.could
then be comfortable But this is her 6rst g.
day of real experience; she has been em >
ployed all day 10 arranging its miserable !.
equipments--she has for the frst time.
looked around her onsa home destitute Of
everything elegant--almost Of everything
conVenient; aud may now be sitting down.
exhausted and spirhless, brooding over q j.
prospect OF future poSetty.
Ihere was degree Of probability ia this 9
picture that could not gansay. so We
walked on in silence. a..iss3F-
After tnrnisg from the main road up
narrow lane, so tbickly shaded with forest
trees as to give it a complete air Of Sc
cluSion, we came 10 sight of The cottage.--
1t was humble enough in its appearances
Tor the most pastoral poet and yet il had
pleasing and rural look. A wild vine
had overrun Que end With profusiou Of y
foliage; a few trees threw their branches
gracefully over it; aud l also observed 'sey. 2
eral pots of flowers tastefully disposed sb0nt
the door, and on the grass plat in front.
A small wicket gate opened upon foot.
path that wound through soms shrubbery
to the door. Just as we approached he
| N'N Wv oVhho VI tuluotO~hCoH0 kTdSD6Q
my arm; we paused and listened. ItwGs
Marys voice singing, in style of most
touching simplicity, a little cir of which her
husband was peculiarly fond, r---,
felt L,slie's hand trembe on my arm. \,
He stepped forward to hear more distinctly. /,
His step made noise on the gravel walk.
bright, and beautiful fa:e glanced OUT
of the window and vanished light foot.
step was heard-aud Mary came trippin
forth to meet as; she was in pretty rural
Gress of white; few wild flowers were
twisted ia her fine hair; fresh bloom was
on her cheek her whole coudtenance beam
cd with smiles--l had never seen her
look so lovely.
My dear George, she cried, l am so glad
you have come! | have been watching
aud watching for, and running into the
lane and looking for you. Tveset out q
table under beautiful tree behiud the
cottage; and pSe been gathering some Of
the most delicious strawberries, for | know
you are fond Of lhem-and We have such
excellent cream-aud everything is SO sweet
aud still here-O! said she, putting her
aim within bis o, we shall be SO happy.
| Poor Leslie was overcome He caught
her TO bis boSom--he folded his arms around
her--he- kissed hes aud kissed ugain--hs
could not speak, but the tears gushed into
| his eyes. aud he has often assured me, that
\ though the world has slice gone prosper.
ousy with him, aud his life has indeed been
happy one yet never has he experienced
O moment OF such exquisite felicity.
Adventure with a Burglar. "a.
>, This extract, from "Reminiscences con
cernlng sernies of muders committed
some years since in France, deyelopes
rare instance of presence OF mind iu woman.
We Will promise that the murder was
known by The fact that IN some previous
brawl or scene of murder, he had lost
three fingers from one of his hands:
There lived on the outskirts of Dieppe
widow lady by the name of Beaumaurice.7
She had no family, but with one servants
grl, lived in a very retired manner. The
cottage in which she res ded was situated
about half u, mile from the city--a little
of from the public road.
Madama Bsaumaurice had been the wife
of an officer of The Guards. she was an
extraordinary woman in every particular,
out especially so in respect to certain
coolneSS OF character she possessed, in the
midst OF danger, which. together with .
large ameunt OF moral courage, made her
a very notable person. The recent mur.
der made perhaps. less impression on
her mind than upon any one else in Dieppe;
although it was naturally supposed the
retired situation in which she lived would
have caused her to be more fearfal
About ten o'clock on the night of the
Goth of April, just ten days afte the mur-
ders in the Rue Grenard, Madama Beau.
maurice went up into her bedroom. She
was suffering from nervous headache.
SAe felt very sleepy, and seated herself,
The lamp was placed oa q chest Of dswers
behind her. Opposite to her was toilet
table, with cloth on it reaching to the
floor. She had already commenced taking
of her clothes, when bappenipg to look
around her, she saw something that for
moment chilled her blood. 1t was the
shadow of a mans hand on the floor. The
hand had only three fingers
She OWNED the truth in a moment-.hs
assassin was therein be house--under
the table. She made not the least motion
or sign, but reflected moment or two 40
TO the best course to be pursued.
She OWNED what to do, and advancing
! to the door, called the servant maid y
Oh Mary exclaimed she, when the
girl entered the room, do you know where
Monsieur Bernard lives l..
Yes, madame.
have to pay 5000 francs away very
early in the morning The fact slipped my
memory till jlst now. You will have ~
run TO bis house aud get lhe money for
me-
Very well, madame.
will write you note. which you will
deliver TO him, and be will give You bank
bills TO the amount. em
She wrote as follows ..s s0a,
My DEAR MONSIEUR, ,BERNARp.-Ths
assassin of the Rue des Armes and the Rue
Grenard is in my house. Come imme-
diately. with some gensd' arms aud take him
before ne esclpes. msff
Htr HKLESE BEAunAvRIoK.