Mineral Point weekly tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1859-1868, 1863-05-06

1t went to my heart to bave done those
things. Ali that could say was utterly
ysSsleksse1uuaS - q
to be true. She had receive deep and
cruel hurt; and the poor, wild. half civil
lied, shy, silent soul had nDt wherewith to
reason on it. She caly endnred, and held
her peace, and let the fire burn; and her
sensitiye serves bad Showed pakn of miad
to become severe physical dlbcsoe. Ny
words shs ecaroply hesrd my teurs Wert
TO her only syr6path 6he kne1 whak
she had seen. HBesidee, Der disSsse in.
creased uponN hor. ~Aimoos from minus
to minute she grew more restless, and her
increasing inattention to what I said
frightened as well as hurt nae. The med
i0inasz Of DE- Mash we're nseless. Before
noon l sent for DR.. Bagford, who said it
was decidedly brain tever,-that she, must
be leeched, and have ice at her head, ana
so forth.
All, it was useless. She grew worse
and worse; passed through one or two
long terrible Gays Of frantic misery, crying
and protesting against false accusations
with u lamenting voice that made Us all
cry, too then lay long ia stupid state,
untiithe doctor said tEstnow isswsaid be
better for. her to die, because, after such
an attach, q brain SO sensitive would ae
disorganized-shew would be an idiot
Her poor mother came and helped Us
Walton her. But neither care or u1edi-
cine ayailed.f Bridget died : and the fu-
neral WAS from our house. was 8, spris.
ed by the lofty demeanor of Father Mo
Mullen, the Irish priest, the first had
ever met: tall, gaunt, bony, black hsir-
ed, hollow eyed man, of inscrutable and
guarded demeanor, who received with alb
solute haughtiness the conrtesies OF my
husband and the reverences Of his own
flock. A few OF his expressions might in,
dictate consciousness that we have en-
deavored to deal kindly with poor little
Bridget. Bat be did not think so; or at
least we know that he has so handled the
matter that we meet ill feeling on account
of it.
The griefs tor any such misfortune were.
however, obscure and shallow in cOmpari-
son with my sorrow for the untimely
quenching of Bridget's young life, and my
sympathy with her poor old mother
When l reasoned about the affair, / could
see that l had done nothing which would
not be com mended by careful housekeep-
ers. l could see it, but, in spite of me,
could not feel it. was tormented by
vain wishes that bad done otherwise. /
could not help feeling as ii her people
charged me with her blood-as if ! had
been in some sense aiding in her death.
Nor do | even now escape obscure returns
of the same inexpresslbly sad pain.
The garnishing OF sepulcnres is an en-
plOyment which by no means went out
with the Scribes and Pharisees. Under
the circumstances, the death of my pretty
young maid, although she was only an
Irish girl, produced deep impression in
the village. Very soon, now chat it could
do no good, it was generally agreed that
the imputations against her were wholly
nnfounded. 1t was pretty distinctly
whispered that they had arisen out of
things said by Mrs. Deacon Adams, in
her wrath, because Bridget had left her
service to enter mine; and l now ascer-
tanned that Mrs. Adams was a woman of
bitter tongue, and enduring, hot, and UNI
scrupulous in anger and in revengefulness
l have inquired sufficiently; know it is
true. The vulgar malice Of hard woman
has murdered a fair and good maiden
with the invisible arrows OF her wicked
words.
But she begins already to be punished,
coarse cast-iron as she is. People do not
exactly like to talk to her. She is grow
ing thin. She has been lila thing, am
told, never dreamed of before. OF course
she has reported to her husband the re.
proaches with which | had surprised her
on the very day of Bridget's death. She
had called in by chance, and had not even
heard of her illness had herself began to
retail to me the kind of talk with which
she had poisoned the village, not knowing
that her evil work was finished; and il
was the scornful carelessness of her reply
to my first reproof that stung me to ans
wer ner SO bitterly. 1t was two week:
before good, white.haired, old Deacon
Adams came to the house of his PASTOR
His face looked csrewor enough. 81
stayed long in the study with my hus
band, and went away sadly. I happened
to pass through our little hall just as the
Deacon opened the study door to depart
and 1 caught his last words, very sorrow
ful in tone
8 She might get well, eft she could stoI
dreamin' ont, and get the weight off n
her mind. But words that's once Spoken
can't be called back as you call the COW
home at night"
FROM THE 1sT WIsooNsIN.-Capt. Mo
VEAN, OF the LIST Wisconsin, just returned
to Kenosha, from Murfressboro, furnishe
the Telegraph with the following:
"The 1st Regiment is in better condi-
ton now than ii has been since the battl
of Perryville. They marched on the 20tl
with 305 muskets. Col Stark weather lef