Weekly Calaveras chronicle., 1867-04-20

suspected OF stealing
| Ellen Hope had turned as white as
ashes, as she stood with clasped hand.
land diated eyes III the narrow littl~
room where she dwelt. 1t was small
but very, very neat, with its tiny white
| bed and the muslin curtain looped away
from It's one easement.
! Gentlemen" said Mrs Trevor, turn
ing to the police officers, proceed with
Iyour search, and iu case it is fruitless,
let the Law take It's course. Come,
Charles
! She took her husbands arm and
g!idod calmly from the room, needless
of the Wild burst of sobs that broke from
the wounded depths of the young girls
heart
"ESarah, don't really think she took
the bauble,' said Mr. Trevor, pausing
uneasily on the stairs.
! "Nonseuse--was it spirited away?
Are you willing to lose thousand dol
lars rather than detect the thief p
"Well, Sarah" said the husband
passing onward, "if it ever should
transpire that we have been mistaken,
/ shall feel as If we had done cruel
and barbarous thing this day."
| x x >;
"Good God, Sarah,'' exclaimed Mr..
Trevor, one morning as he was glancing
over the newspapers at the breakfast
table, ''it is incredible ~
''What is the matter p
''Poor Ellen Hope has committed
suicide-poisoued herself last night %
Mrs Trevor was more shocked than
she liked to own--she turned very
pale
poisoned leraeIf?"
~ es-the paragraph goes on to state
that she was driven to the act by star
vation aud misery, never having been
able to obtain employment since she
figured as defendant in a certain dis
graceful trial for theft, about two months
ago Poor child poor child Sarah,
never shall forgive myself for the part
| | took in that affair -
"If had supposed she was in such
destitution | would have sent her some
relief" said Mrs. Trevor, thoughtfully
4 am very sorry, Though there can be
no doubt but that she stole the ring,
although it couldn't be proved" "
Mr. Trevor went to look at the wasted
/ corpse of Ellen Hope, as it lay stretched
on the little bed in the narrow room.
The pale, pretty girl had always been
rather favorite with the kind hearted,
childless old man, and there was d name
less pang at his heart as he stood there,
looking down on the marble forehead
and waxen eyeIids of the young suicide.
and when he went away, the attendants
marveled to find a spray of cream-white
roses, just bIossoming into fragrance
laid in the lily hands that were crossed
SO meekiy on the girlish breast
| A mild afternoon in April-the sky
! blue, and iiccked with soft islets of
floating clouds, and Mrs. Trevor's flow
ers exhaling perfect sea of sweets
around her The door opened-it was
her maid with message aud a little
parcel.
'If you please ma'am, gentleman
just returned from China left this;
from Mr. Neville, he says"
Hubert Neville was Mrs. Trevor's
favorito nephew wild, harum-scarum
fellow, full of fun and life, who had
started for China on some official ap-
pointment, the very day-how well she
remembered the date that suspicion
FIRST overclouded poor Ellen Hopes
life
She threw aside the unopened packet,
and eagerly broke the seal of the letter.
"My dearest aunt" it ran. ''pray
don blame ME any more than l deserve
for what, after all, was mere act of
Neville carelessness and I have been
uneasy about it ever since You re-
member the day / came to bid you
goodbye, your showing me a diamond
solitaire ringaud 10y laughingly compar-
ing it to ore Of much less value, which
| myself wore Think of my being
thoushtless enough to wear both the
rings away on my finger and never dis
covering my mistake until fifty miles of
blue sea rolled between me and home
know you must be very anxious, so l
send the diamond to you by very
good friend OF mine, who is on 'bome-
ward bound craft which passes our
ship this morning MoraI-Don't trust
valuable Jewels in the irreverent paws
Of careless young scape-grace again =!
Love to my uncle-wi!i write again
soon. Your aiectionate nephew,
HUBERT. -
Mrs. Trevor threw down the letter,
and tore open the package with fingers
that trenbIed so violently that she could
hardly unfasten the securing seals
There it lay, trembling in the light like
great drop of golden water-the
diamond ring which had been the death
warrant of poor Ellen Hope.
With piercing scream, she fell back
inseusible on the sofa--but it was all
too late for the young victim, who had
passed far beyond the reach of earthly
restitution or amends, into the land
where God is eternally just!
BLINDNEss OF MIND.-When men
sLihe the convictions of conscience, aud
play with thing so sacred as truth,
| they are left to reap as the fruit, con-