The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1866-09-06
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hands, and looking upward. HIS lac
vas ike ashes. The bitterness of des
pair was in his eyes. He said no more
but went out.
Emily dying! Mr.. Iarwood has
heard without really comprehcnding ai
this announcement conveyed. The ser
wants aolemu rcbuke surprised him
| Alone, once more, the binding mist o
passion began TO disperse, aud the mean
ing Of what bad just been spoken, camt
into distinct perception. Emily dying
Emily his only daughter, whom angry
selfwill had bauished because Of mar
riage he did not approve; and dogged
pride kept now. for over three years, IN
punishment from the old love and the
old home. Emily dying!
He stood very still--indccd quite
motionlcss--in the spot where the ser.
want had left him, the red signs Of pas,
sion gradually fading of from checks,
aud forehead.
Dying" Ire spoke tho word in a
low, half.doubtiug husky voice.
Dyingw He repeated the word af-
ter little while, nos with preccptibIc
trcmor, and in evident painful surprise,
A wave Of feeling swept over bis face.
His hands aud arms moved uueasily -
lie took quick step forward toward
the door through which the servant had
passed then checked himself aud re-
maincd irrcsolute
Jane /" called Mr IIaryood, at last
10 sharp eseer voice.
The gisI came slogly out Of the par
lor.
alas he gone p asked the father
ayes, sir"
60 quickly to the door aud call him
| back. NJ Emily is----'
Jauc did not wait for him 70 flush
the sentence bot ran along the hall 10
the street door aud opening It, went
out. She was gone for several minutes,
then came back with severe daappout.
mcut on her face,
Il couldn't see him anywhere, sir.~-
He was suno clear out Of sight Oh.
! dear. / wish SON hadn't bceu 10 hard
uu him. Poor Mrs Stanton She may
/ be- dead before sr can hud her"
DO you kugx whore they live p
asked Mr. liarwooI, coming halfway
down staiFs
sNo sir lie didn't say
Cant yoa end out y' Mr. llarWogd
manifested considerable agitation
II have uo uay Of finding out sir
Oh, DEAR II you'd only listened 10
me Poor, poor Mrs stanton. She'll
die all alone The girI stood wriugiug
her hands and weeping
M IIarwoul weu, 10 his room. con-
scigncc-sm ten, and with the old long
ol.,tucted love for his child flooding
back upon his soul Dying! The word
sas constantly repeating itself 10 bis
mind IL seemed cghoiug 10 his cars
from oycry corner OF the apartment 49,
Dying liow sharply thc tooth Of re.
morc began biting IaIo bi- heart. She
was Of delicate organization. Ike her
mother vho had long aso becn hidden
Rom h,m iu The riayoj and. therefore.
10 danger of disease undcr hardship
priyalivn. anl euch meutai suffering rs
must have followed her cruel ban,sh.
ncut
Night pas "a and the morning came.
i,ut Mr liaraogi bad no clue b., which
be might hu1 has dlugh;sr For three
years be bad kept every avenue Of ia
tcliigonce ia regard 10 hia soniuhw,
and daughter. Distracted Thcy had
many times sought TO approach him
many times impiercd Isis forgiycuess--
bat he bad turned from hi, daughter nl-
wsys ia anger, and from her husband ia
scorn \ whole year bad elapsed with.
out Intelligence, sud uow word bad
come that Emily was dying But
where was she Pity and forgiveness
were in his heart, but he could not 80 to
her.
II was all in vain that Mr. Harwoel
set inquiries on foot Immediately on
going out The day advanced to noon
nad still no clue was found. AZ three
O'Clock the afternoon paper came in As
he opened it, his eyes fell upon the
deaths. The first notice was IN these
brief words Emily, wife Of Henry
Stanton, aged tweuty-thrco This, aud
no more. Mr.. lIarwood did not start,
nor groan, nor, indeed, make any extcr-
nal sign But barbcd arrow struck
through his heart, fixing itself beyond
any surgeons skill TO extract. He was
still holding the paper in his hand, when
woman, having the appearance Of an
Irish domestic, entered, aud gave him
letter, She looked at him in strange,
rcpulsiye manner.
"What is itf" he asked.
"Rcad il r she answered, abruptly
IIo tore open the soiled envelope and
read
"Your daughter lies dead at my house,
No-Elm street VIII you have her
buried, or shall it be done by the Guar.
dians Of the Poor ?
MARY WoRMLEY.
ais there any answer, sir p Mr..
Harwood sat 50 long, with his eyes on
the letter. that the servant grew impa-
ticnt. Her question brought him hcay-
ily upon the sharp pricks.
"Where is Elm street" he asked.
His nearest friend would scarcely have
recognized his voice. The question was
answered.
81 will see to IT." he said, and the
servant went away
The hands of plying strangers had
laid the limbs decently, aud clothed in
snnnt burial enrments the wasted. but