The mountain Democrat., 1865-06-17

creo tang 10 De spoken OF without
necessity. Now write to your husband
that is to be, and tell him to come here.
/ did SO, and the preparations for my
marriage began. Stephen was very kind;
but his thoughts wandered further and
further day by day. spoke to doctor,
a friend of his, about him, but it seemed
that nothing really allied him. Ionged,
almost to pain, to ask him more about
Marion; but he never gave me an oppor.
trnity. If approached the subject, he
turned the talk in another direction, and
my old habits of submission to him pre-
vented me from going on. Then came
my wedding day Stephen gave me away,
and sat by my side at the breakfast He
seemed to hang over me more tenderly
than ever, as he put me into the carriage
and took leave of me. The last thing
did as leaned out Of the caTrisge.win-
dow was to tell him to be sure to be my
first visitor in my own home.
mo, Margaret" he said, with sad
smile. "Say goodbye to me now my
work is DONE"
Scarcely understanding what be said, l
bade him good. bye; and it was not till
my husband asked me what be meant
that remembered his strange look and
accent. then felt half frightened about
him; but the novelty of my first visit
abroad made me forget my fears.
The rest is soon told. The first letter
l received from England said that on the
very morning after my marriage he had
been found dead and cold in his bed. He
had died without pain, the doctor said,
with his right hand clasping bis left arm
above the wrist, and holding firmly, even
in death, a circlet Of Marion's hair.
A LITTLE ROMANCE. = Some years ago a
handsome young gypsy was taken from
her companions by lady of fortune re-
siding near Southampton, who educated
her in the most finished manner, adopted
her as her own child, and introduced her
in the best circles. She was SO much ad-
mireG that she attracted the attention and
won the heart Of young gentleman Of
fortune, whom. she consented to marry.
When the day for the ceremony arrived,
she fed from her home, aud not till some
time afterward was it known where she
had gone. She at length returned to her
protectress in gypsy garb, and Informed
her that an irresistible yearning, which
had been long growing upon her, compel,
ed her to rejoin her gypsy friends, where
she had found husband. Apologizing
thus for her apparent ingratitude, she de-
parted. 1t was discovered that she had
attached herself to rough, unprincipled
man, who treated her in the most cruel
manner, but to whom, notwithstanding,
she continued to devote herself with una
bated affection. This person having COM
mitted some crime, which was about to
doom him to transportation, was pardoned
through her inte:cession with her former
lover, and by the aid of the powerful in
tluence of the family that bad protected
her. Strange to say that, when liberated
and about to leave the hall where he was
temporarily confined, the felon, meeting
his gypsy wife on plank near the water,
when she was expecting to receive his
grateful thanks, actually jostled her off,
and she was very nearly drowned. She
continued her devoted attention to the
wretch for several years, until be was
finally executed. She did not long sur
vive him. This story is true, and the
heroine's name was Charlotte Stanley
The conclusion is not such as We like in
novels or dramas, but this reversed pic
ture of life would be a curious subject for
the stage.