Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1869-07-28

married him, and they moved to the
State of Michigan. Here he hoped for
peace. He worked early and late; and
in his shop. with plenty to do, with pros
perity attending him, he was apparently
happy. The horrible phantom that dogged
his steps stood behind him, whereas it had
stood before him in the years past Two
beautiful children were born to him, and
daily he blessed God for His goodness and
the multiplied blessings that strewed his
path in life.-
But his evil star rose again in the as
cendant. In an unfortunate hour he con-
sented TO appear as a candidate for county
office; and his opponent was lawyer, who.
years before, sEas of the bosrde-~ at
Father Roberts, at the time Carl Lutz was
so freely discussed at the dinner-table.
The lawyer easily recognized the singular
name after he had seen Carl's face.
There are men noble enough to hold to
their hearts, carefully covered, secret
that would so fatally injure another, but
Carl's opponent was not one of those. His
neighbors learned the story, and stood
aloof from him; coldness was in their
tones and demeanor, but poor Carl guessed
not why.
One day his little daughter came home
from school at noon, as usual for her din
ner, but as soon as she threw her hat on
the lounge, she lay down in the cradle with
her face buried in the pillows, and tried
to silence the sobs that shook her little
form.
Carl came in Immediately to dinner,
an IN h ra1a r1,vbf To
the cradle and lifted Nora up, saying
Why's my little woman in the cradle like
wee babyP
Don't, pa-don't, par she cried, bury
ing her face in his bosom, and wailing out
pitiful cry that went through his very
soul
Is my darling sick p he said soothing
ly.
'Oh. no don't let us talk now,' she
said, sobbing as if her heart would break.
You must tell pa what ails you. Did
Miss Carter scold or punish you, dear :?
But to all his urgent entreaties the child
gave no reply. Exhausted with weeping,
she grew calm, and coaxed him to go to
his dinner.
The brave child put down her grief after
the manner of brave women, and growing
quiet, she sat on her fathers knee, one
chubby arm round his neck, and steadying
her sweet little voice, she said told
'em, pa, it wasn't so; | knew it wasn't so
= and she hesitated.
What is it, little daughter p he said
low and tremulously, drawing her closer
to him, as if they might be a shield to
each other.
Why and she essayed laugh that
showed the two delicate little rows of
: pearls between her sweet lips while her
p-s.--.-,r l-i-nos were wet with tears, and her
face peeping up into his why, that you,
ny own pa, tried to murder n man long
time ago-yoll, pa, don't you think. And
then Tod Stevens and Milly Laird would
not let me play with them, and pointed
their fingers at me, and shamed me, and
said they'd never play with me any more "
and here the mouth lost its brave little
laugh, and with shrek she lost all con-
troll over herself, and buried her face in
his bosom.
His wife sprang to him, and laid her
hands on the sides of his face, and touched
her lips to his forehead, saying earnestly,
We can bear it, my dear husband, God
helping Us =
His eyes gIared like wild beasts. My
child, my child = he cried aloud as he
tightly held the sobbing form close to his
bosom. Oh could l not have been
spared this blow? Wherever 60 the
phantom follows, and stands before me,
while sword is suspended over my head,
all the time ready to fall Am accursed ?
Is the mark of Cain here on my brow, that
my very babes can read it?
Oh, idle, needless, heartless words,
thoughtlcssly spoken years before, at that
ill-starred hour of noon spoken, as we
daily speak i'll of some ones conduct,
making no allowance for youth, or mex
perience, or anger, or motives, or tempera-
ment! How must we stand in the clear
sight of the All-seeing, when we daily err
thus, and with upturned faces are bold to
say, Forgive US our trespasses, as we for
give those who trespass against us What
daring inconsistency
Pressing his white lips together, he
smoothed the hair of his child with softest
touch, saying Nora, my darling, you
are papa's treasure, his little daughter,
mis- little woman Nora = and he sat there
rocking her, unconscious of the broken
words of endearment that fell from his
lips, or the caresses of his cold hands on
the soft hair of his child
He afterwards confessed to his wife that
be believed the child nesting in his bosom
saved him from suicide in that moment of
1 fEseey-
Exhausted with weeping, his mesmeric
caress came as an opiate, and an hour
ater his wife lifted Nora from his arms
and laid her in her bed
'Oh, this is dead body tied to me = he
said to his wife as she followed him out to
tke shop, and found him lying on the
bench, his hands pressed tightly on his
poor forehead but for your and the
children's sake, would loose myself from
it at all hazards y
There was desperation in his tones
\ few months later, and we find him
with his family in the wild pine-woods of
Michigan, associated with lumbermen,
rattsmen, and choppers, and his face looks
ten years older, and as hard as though
carved in granite. There is a glitter in
his eyes that hurts one to see and feel.
Exposure brought on chills and fever,
which resulted in typhoid, and he lay for
long while balancing between life and
death. Night after night, his worn wife
sat alone watching with him, and listening
to the bursts of delirious anguish that
broke from his lips in hours of suffering.
Their cabin stood on the banks of
dark river, shut in by rugged pines. In
the lonely nights he would cry out L
heard man shrek, Mary; go and see if
they murdered htm and threw him in the
river"
she would say-'It is only the winds
among the pines, dear; you know they
sound like shrieks and sobs and now that
! / have fixed ronr nillo.u 1.