Cedar Falls gazette. [volume] (Cedar Falls, Iowa) 1860-1895, 1865-07-28
nc Cincinnati Dosfsr Weekly Times.
Love and Blood.

1t Is dangerous, now-a-days, to offend
4 woman. It used to be uugallmt.--
Men shrank from tho thought of it as
mean and craven. Henceforth 1t can
hardly he SO called. On the contrary IL
will be very rash and venturesome.
The trial of n young woman in the
Capital of the country for shooting her
lover contains many points of interest.
Ii Is not the old, old story of love and
seduction. 1t is case, though a some
what aggravated case we admit, of mod
ern Irritation. Many years ago, away
ouG West, there was little Irish girl,
Mary Harris by name. She was pret-
ty, blnek-eyed and roguish. She was
poor, Her parents were dead, and she
lived with some relatives, who treated
her kindly, and gave her such advanta-
ges rs they were able. Presently she
met young man who took fancy to
lef fresh morning face and short dress
es, and ingratiuted himself into the
good opinion of the old people, and vis-
lted her often, rs q young man of two
or three and twenty might visit child
of twelve. Ile called her his rosebud
and his playmate, and his puss-in-hoots
we dare say They took long walks to-
gcther, and sat by the riverside whole
days, anu read fairy tales. And so they
parted for time. ... -
But our little Irish girl ia poor and is
growing to womanhOod, and has TO do
something for q living. She is sent,
therefore, to n neighboring village and
becomes sa.esmaid for jolly old shop
keeper, who, after while, Is very fond
OF her, for she IL young, honest and
handsome. One day she gets q letter.
The young man with the brown NOUS
tache has not forgotten hen, and wants
still to be her dear, dear friend. And
indeed he is that, for this bright, hearty
irisn girl has a warm heart of her own.
anu Is grateful and constant. So she
writes him ready answer, not very
well spelled, perhaps, but CHEEKY and
robust, like herself. She is sixteen; he
IS approaching thirty--a fair contrast
sio has education and an air about him
she has no education to speak OF, but
koen appreciation and ambition. They
Wfitc each other great many letters
all after the usual sJyle--irst friendship
next avowal--finally love. This must
have been very sad case of love, too.
for, as the little girl progresses with her
onward march TO wornnhood, the 1.-the
and buoyant spirit deCpens into senti-
ment anu gradually becomes intense, -
She loves her lover To distraction, and
they meet once more, and she is his
darling little Mollie.
/ AT this time Mary Harris must have
been what the young gentlemen call n
killing little tascinatOr She WAS lust
past seventeen q tidy waist-a trim
ilgufe-a sWan-like neck "a comelv
face--not too tall, luxuriant hair and
adtrette. All the larkS around town
were half mad about her. She wore u
bit OF gray cloak and Gipscy hat
But she cared not fig for the whole of
them. She was wrapped up in her old
bachelor, as she called him, and would
follow him to the end of the world
she said so, at least, and he believed
her, ana began to practice upon her love
and trust. But Irish virtue is an arti-
Gle of stubborn quality, and often de-
iies the ferc2st passion. In this case,
at any rate, ii did so. The lover, fail
ing 10 carry his point, gradually grew
tired of his little Mollic, after q flirta-
tion of five or six years. Men very of
ten, too often, we fear, weary OF their
little Molties through such u long siege
OF love, and If they have no mind 10
make them their little wives, and are
not able 90 make them anything else,
are quite ready TO give them over. The
old bachelor, now getting into his thir-
tics, was tired, he wanted to marry
somebody else, he did not want to mar
ry his little MOllie, so he gave her over.
Yes, he gave her over, gradually how
ever, by neglect and absence, and final
ly married another woman and went to
Washington to hold an Office under the
government. .....
What must have been the feelings Of
this wild little Irish girl, with her warm
heart, her active spirit, her keen sons;.
biiities, her ardent love, to find herself
cast off, like worn out garment after
ilVe years of constancy and devotion?
Love Is u cruel passion. II il bitter
sweet. 1t has It's dark lines at best and
to this prosecuted, abandoned Girl thew
must have been hideously dark, for she
took to bFooding, and grew wan and
pale, and suffered, and was not herself
any more, 1t was thus that she resolv-
cd in her bitterness and wrath, in her
misery and inanitlon, that she would
follow him aud kill him. Kill him,
yes, for had he not killed love and life
III herr Had he not married another
woman, nnd how can you offend q wo-
h,ah VINO loves you more mOrtaliy than
by marrying some one else?
She went to Washington. She sou,nht
the department in which he was cm-
ployed. Ii was dull, cold january af-
ternoon. The .ianitor at the door show
cd her up the flight Of stone steps, and
through tho long hall, and pointed her
ont the very room, unconscious as q
GoYelnmenj janitOr must have been of
her bloody purpose. Just as she reach
eS the door she meets her victim COM
ing out with friend. He sees her. and
no doubt ~ prophetic light flashes with
IN him, for no eXclaims, " My God. D.
Two reports - sharp, ringing pistol
shots echoing throughout those vast
corridors aud columns-folIow In auicl,
and the false lover lies a
dead man upon the gray mating of the
door.
The deed is done. ~ deception of
years 10 expiated. Tho revenge of
!months, OF wild and lonely meditation
is complete. Alas, poor, frail humapi-
"! Little rosebud has done it. Little
Mollie is q murderer. o, roeuish ewes
OF black! ., pink and pcachen cheek
y, mood, and wimple, aud short frocks
and panta!ettes Never any more peace,
never any more innocence, never any
more calm, sweet sleep. Boots it to YOU,
now chat he Is dead, that he was the
husband of another woman, that he
wronged you and deserted you?
"Vows Of unhoard Of and endless dovotion
How ye haze faded away."
So goes the mill. A little puff Of
smoke. A little scent of powder. a
few drops of blood. And the little irish
girl IS down stairs sobbing, without
shedding tear, and crying my God, |
why did l do it?' The great Secretary |
comes in, Lord Of the nations Treasure. |
She cliDgs to him, and kneels before |
him, and he too asks her why she did /
lt? She knows no reason, except that |
tshe loved him so much.n There ii is. |
| was not haze, but love. she loved |
him 80 much that she would rather he /
we're dead than that another woman
should have him. A woman to the
last! Who would have her otherwise
they took her away to Jail. They
lodged her in q dungeon. And there
she has lain ever since. Most Of the |
time she has been III, and when she has
not been Ill, she has been depressed. |
.ullen and silent. They have brought |
her out to try her for her life, and the /
court room is crowded daily with eager
spectators. 1t is the little Irish girl no
longer. Ill the bloom has gone. The |
lire has faded from the roguish eyes,
The cheek is pallid and sunken. She
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