The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1868-08-26

summer take her for stroll Until
heaven was dotted with its stars, OF
in Winter draw her chair beside his
lown and hold her hand in his, whilst
he told her how he loved her, and
pictured the future which might one
day be theirs. 9IEFs M e
As she thought of all this, and COM
pared her present feelings with those
which she had encouraged but a. few
hours before, Margaret eshuddered at
her ingratitude for the benefits which
heaven had sent her, and hated her
Why don't you speak, Meg?" in
terrupted the coarse voice of
Robert Nelson = - Here sEyour law
full husband come back to you after
an absence of more than three years,
! and yoaEdonstseem to have a word to
say to him. Are you sulky, or are
you 4sleep?"
FOsIdon' task mel '1said the un-
happy woman. Don't speak to me.
l have nothing to say"
But you shall say something II L
choose it," he replied, with decision,
as he changed his seat to the one OPP
positea her own. Now, look you
here. missus; you were always a stiff
lot to deal with even in the old times,
and dare say the parsons discipline
hasn't made you any better. But
what. did for him, you know, wen 't-t1o
for me. You know me-none better,
aud | tell you, once for all, this acon't
do. You eanfrattle away fast. enough
when, you g, like, and / choose
that you shall talk to me
now; so tell me all you've been doing
since. I've been away" 80. 's
q MONO, rot tlfat - he exclaim-
ed, in voice of pain. u
& { But dgchoose thatSiiq8
/ cannot. ~
Robert Nelson's face grew angry.
and he took coil of rope from one of
his pockets, at the sight of which.
Margare 1 huddered, and he saw it.
All you remember this. do your
he said, with a chuckle. " Well, you'll
taste it again, my dear. if you begin
any of your old tricks. Come, sit on
my kneeP 7GAS 5M0Hq Lb.
He had been her husband, but his
touch seemed now remembering
the later purer touch of John
Hartley's hand) to have become de-
filenent to her, and she shfank from
it visib y. sq
Come, Meg, do as tell you
" Don't ask me; pray, don't ask
me. "aiGsTs ed anisu4
=" Is it to be war or peace between
Jus9then?20 ymiWalGE aas1sB
War" she said, despairingly, if,
you require the appearance of love
from me" .@9j
Z And then she shrieked, for he had
raised his hand to strike her, and his
dark. fierce eyes glared Indignantly
as though he could have killed her
where she sat. anisge 5dj i
But her shrek was mingled with
other shrieks, and died amongst
them; whilst his, uplifted arm sud
denly descended, not of his own will,
but from the force of tremendous
shock by which the carriage that they
occupied wasthrown off the line, and,
with several others, hurled down an
embankment. at the bottom Of which
it rested, broken into pieces.
Their train had come into collision
with another, and the loss of life and
property was fearful. But Margaret
knew nothing but that she lay crushed
aud ali but inseBsible beneath the
debris of some. of the fallen carriages,
and that her life was slowly ebbing
out OF her. tf ga BE- H8 liiU
She had no pity or fear for herself;
she only felt thankful that Heaven
had permitted her to die instead of
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