Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1865-10-13
IRASBURGH. VERMONT, FRIDAY. OCTOBER 13, 1865,

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you condemn me bitterly?' he asked
Il do not I said warmly. You erred
doubtless; but what woman can wholly
condemn you? ! wish that every wo
man had such an avenger! The worl(
would be clearer of villains
His face lighted, and be bent sudden
ly towards me, but drew back as sudden.
ly.
Thank you, Your charity makes me
hope / am not oil bad We are. think
coming to a bin BY the slowness of our
progress. We cannot be far from A
I have paid my fare to A; but shall
leaye the coach now, and cut across the
country. And, when you are questioned
say that | got weary of riding, and
to walk
You may depend upon me- I SAID
heartily for the simple, straight forward
manner of this man had won upon me
strangely.
He unfastened the door, and sprang
out.
Goodnight and good-by,' he said.-
Then he hesitated, and went on, MAY
know the name of her whose wardrobe
am running away inP
MY name is Hester Vance
Hester ] shall not forget it. God
bless your
i put out my hand to him, but he did
not take it.
Your hand is stainless and pure he
said. 1T shall not be polluted by the
touch ola murderer
He bent his head, and a moment later
was lost in the gloom.
The stage stopped at last before the
door of Aunt Kate's house, and the sleepy
driver assisted me out. '
Lord sake : exclaimed he, seeing that
was alone. Il thought you bad COM
pany. What's become of the young
sprig left in here ?
oh he got out to walk some distance
below. He said he was tired of riding.
Are You sure that is my trunk? And
my valise--be careful OF it,
He handed ont the articles, got on bis
box, whipped up bis horses, and left me
o rouse Aunt Kate, and receive my
welcome.
A warm one it was, and amply com
Densated me for what | had undergone
o enjoy the pleasure.
! spent the autumn there. 1t was
ruly delightful place, but so far out Of
he whirl of news and business, that the
whole outside world might have collap-
ed, and A--been none the wiser.
Oae day, when | had been there more
han month, by some strange mis-
nance a newspaper, sent me by city
riend, reached me safely. 1t was a fort
light old, but | welcomed ii with de-
ight.
The first paragraph on which my eye
ell was headed PERSONAL and read as
ollows:
John St. George, who was shot some
weeks ago by Mr.. Hunter, whose sister
e had seduced, a! tue time thought to
e mortally wounded, is rapidly recover
ng. We understand that he will 60 to
'outh America on business connected
fith his house as soon as be is able TO
ravel. Mr.. Hunter, whom public opin-
IN fully exonerates, is in Europe
A year later, I was at the Isle of Shoals
ff the coast of New Hampshire. Those
{ my readers who have visited this ro-
,antic spot will need no description to
ecall the rugged picturesqueness Of the
,enery. And many who have hever
cen there have heard Of the fated rock
nown as Miss Underwood's Chair,,-
he place where that Inflated young lady
let her death some years ago and
here, still later, two unfortunate and
iventurous young girls met the same
ID doom.
/ presume the place is always unsafe,
ut more particularly so at the time Of
Ie high tide, which is liable to dash on
,e rock; but being naturally of a daring |
sposition, and having heard of the tra-
edy Of the spot, l was possessed with
lid desire Of sitting on that fatal seat.
My friends peremptorily denied me
e satisfaction but one cloudy night,
hen they were having a hop at the ho-
!, ! stole out by myself to indulge this
olish freak.
You will say / was romantic, and l do |
ot deny the impuiation.
II was very grand out there alone that
cht. There was storm gathering ; |
"a the moaning of the wind and the
ailiHg Of the waves thrilled me like a
.irit roic. and fnnnd a deen echo In nv