The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1866-08-16

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A quick, firm footstep was heard
behind us, and voice exclaimed, in
angry establishment, Mr.. Gwynne,
what does this mean 2"
Walter released me, and we both
looked around abruptly. Mr.. Grey
was standing within few feet of US.
Walter looked at him for moment,
hesitated, and then sprang down the
rocks and was out of sight.
What does it mean?" Mr.. Grey
asked, hesitatingly
Poor boy" | said, calmly. He
has just made me an offer of his hand,
and his disappointment made him for
get what was due to me. | hope you
will pay no attention to him, for | am
sure he will be ashamed of himself
when he grows calmer. ="
1t cost me much to utter these
words, but [ did so calmly, and with
such composure that Mr.. Grey was
deceived.
Il am sorry for him, Nellie" he
said, simply. If he loves you as /
do, / can well imagine how much suf-
fering his loss has cost him"
We went home in silence. | did
not see Walter again. In the morn
ing | received a. note with only two
words" Forgive me- and in the
evening | heard that he had gone
away. from the village.
In month after this / was mar
RED / had learned by that time to
rule my heart, and [ did not falter as
| repeated the awful words in which /
vowed to Tore my husband A few
weeks after my marriage | learned
that Walter had fallen heir to an i'm
mense fortune, left him by distant
relative. This was the beginning Of
my punishment. | wanted wealth,
and had | been true to my own heart
| might have had it, and with the
love | craved. naJsa
Mr.. Grey was kind and tender. All
that wealth and affection could do to.
make me happy, he lavished upon me;
but each fresh proof of his love and
confidence only increased my misery
and self contempt. / was living lie.
| hated myself, and prayed for death,
but could not find it.
At lasta child was born to me-a
darling little q blue-eyed girl. My
whole soulWa bound up in her, and
just as [ was looking forward to hap
piness in her, God took her from me-
/ know the punishment was just, but
it was hard to think so then.
After my baby died | became reck-
less. cared for nothing. My hus-
bands love was torture to me, and
every day / found it more difficult to
bear. At last there came one who,
although nominally my husbands
friend, sought both his ruin and my
own. He read my secret fully, and
humbled me with it, [ was mad-I
was desperate Even open shame was
preferable to the life of treachery
and falsehood [ was leading My
husbands false friend watched me
closely, attended me like my shadow,
and at last asked me to fly with him.
In my wretchedness / consented.
Heaven knows ] was innocent of sin
full intent, but in my misery | clutch
ed the first chance Of escape
We left the house one dark, stormy
night, and entering. a close carriage,
set off at full speed for the railway
station. The horses took fright and
ran away. | sat in the carriage dumb
with terror and almost unconscious of
everything, until / was startled by a
sudden crash, and / found myself
buried in one corner of the vehicle,
which fell heavily to one side. In an
instant my companion was out of the
carriage, so that when the people col
lected around it no one knew that he
had occupied it with me. They help
ed me to alight, and congratulated me
on my fortunate escape.
As | was moving away, | saw them
take something like human form
under the. wheels, and was told that
it was the body of a man who had
been run over and almost killed when
the carriage upset. lnvoluntarily I
sprang forward, and saw in the flicker
ing lamplight the pale, CHASTITY fea-
lures of Walter Gwynne. I did not
faint or cry out, but sustained by a
superhuman energy, followed the men
with their burden tooa room in the
tavern near by. A physician was
summoned, and he pronounced the
injuries mortal. He said that Walter
would die during the night. has 80
At my request all but the physician
and myself were excluded from the
room i never left it until Walter
lay in it corpse 4 - As3
In about an hour he recovered his
consciousness. The doctor told him
he must die, and asked him if he was
prepared. A soft, sweet smile lit up
the dear face as he answered.. l8
: Yes; God be praised that am so
neat the end of my trials"
He turned and saw me; his face
shone with joy.
! It was kind in you to come, Mel
L stayed by him during the sad
night: | told him that / loved MIN
had always loved him and bo1v