Nebraska advertiser. [volume] (Brownville, Nemaha County, N.T. [Neb.]) 1856-1882, 1867-10-31

the nnouarded tones of DR.. Rowne.
paused ard looked at the door. APP
parently the other person, who / doubted
not, was Mrs. Colebrook, was speaking,
but l could hear nothing. l threw my
self into the chair, and began to shiver
with cold again. On a table Icy clean
Marseilles quilt, which had been left
there by a servant, and in the absence OF
ANYTHING better than this, l unfolded 1t
and threw it over my shoulders. Il com
pletely enveloped my body, and felt
comfortable again.
Destroy the new WILL" said DR..
Rowne.
| dropped my book, for this looked
very much like foul play. 1t occurred to
me that Mr. ColebroOk's relations would
have to suffer for ;his midnight confer
ence. knew that be had an only sister,
an invalid, who was dependant upon his
bounty for substance, and my blood
boiled with Indignation, as | thought OF
what might be the result Of this inter-
view
/ rose from my chair, and went to the
door. That 1.-The end will justify the
means" l do not think this sound logic
but where a poor, suffering. dependent
woman was in danger of being cast upon
the tender mercles of the cold world, l
was content to be blamed for the mean
ness of eavesdropping, if thereby could
prevent so foul a wrong.
Before | did it, ! could not but recall
the reputed character of Mrs. Colebrook
Without believing much of the gossip
that had been circulated concerning her,
could have easily arrived at the conclu-
sion that she had been the bane of her
husbands happiness.
| had been personally acquainted with
him who now lay cold in death before
me, so that | was not obliged to guess at
the facts in the case. My own Observa'
tion, though I moved in humber sphere
than he, was sufficient to assure me that
all was not right. / placed my ear al
the key-hole
when we are married.
"Hush n'said Mrs. Colebrooh.
They spoke IN whispers then, and
could distinguish nothing more. Need
have heard more!
Woman-angel or devil!
Was Il she who had wept great teart
in my presence, who had trembled IN the
agony of grief before me, now calml!
plotting with her parameur, bargaining
awav the affections which should havt
; fingered like a weeping angel over hin
who was not yet buried out Of sight
Was it she who had groaned iD bitterness
at her bereavement. now scheming to 70
the widow and the orphan of his bounty
Oh, woman! false as fair! Yet sh
was not woman-she was demon!
] The clock struck twelve, and | tnrne
from Ny reflections to attend to III
corps. The alcohol which had been pro
vided 10 wet the face was all used, an
needed further supply. Taking tn
dish in my hand, went to the door, wit
: the intention of calling upon Mrs. Cole
y brook for it.
E FIRST rapping on the door, so as not
4 surprise them, opened it and stepPe
into the room.
II need little more alcohol, Mr.:
e CoIebrook." began.
b She rose from her chair, and with on
f long, loud, and most unearthly Shrek
b she fell upon the floor
e DR.. Rowne's knees smote each other
r and he shrunk back to the farthest cOrne
Z, of the room.
n "Who are you?'' gasped he.
d OF course, l was very much surprise
l. al this singular reception. Long fami
d iarity with the dead had made me SO il
o different to those breads and fears whiC
b disturbe many persons, that | had lit
S consideration for nervousness on this SUI
IS ject
K, "Who are you 2" groaned the docto
l. his teeth chaueTing with terror.
ID Then It flashed upon my mind that Il
white quilt which enveIoped my boz
le was the cause of the mischief! | "
re involunlarily personating lhe ghost of Il
er deceased Mr. Colebrook. and do q
b. wonder that the guilty wife and h
r wrelched accomplice were terrific
le when, at midnight, / slalked into d
bit room.
$, l had pinned the counterpane aroul
a my neck, SO that nothing could be seen
re me but my face. ! was ghasllY spe
of tre, coming
DIX Chow awful in that hour len conscience stings.
at 10 curse her for the base treachery s
s. was concocling. No wonder she fainiet
IS DO wonder even the doctor trembled.
IL l threw of The quilt, and told the Dc
E. tor who / was.
''See what you have done !" said
nd pointing 10 the PROSTATE form of the lad
as L heard a voice heIe, and l came
it. some alcohol"
a Need you have come in that garb
ny 81 had quite forgotten lha; bad {
10 quilt on
re "You have killed her, believe -
continued, bending over the form Of NJ
nd Colebrook.
to We raised her up, and placed her !
in on lounge. She was not dead, and
or half an hour she opened ner eyes.
er Where is he 2" gasped she, shaki
,or convuisiveiy.
be Be calm"
IS He will haunt me all my days"
at was only Mr. Mortal"
he Her eyes glared upon me, and h
lot rolled up in her head. Heaven gr'