The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1869-10-04

ward calamity, and it is possible that ne
MIGHT still have lived. But if she erred,
surely she had been scourged for error
with scorpions. As she sat at his bedside
watching him. she thought OF her vast
ed vontb' of her faded beauty, of her
shattered happiness, of her fallen hopes.
She had still her child; but she felt to-
ward him that she herself was so sad a
creature, so sombre, SO dark, so necessar-
ily wretched from this time forth till the
day of her death, that it would be bet.
ter for the boy that she should never be
with him., There could be nothing left
for her but garments dark with woe,
eyes red with weeping, hours sad from
solitude, thought weary with memory.
And even yet-if he would only now
say that he did not believe her to have
been guilty, how great would DO the
change in her future life!
Then came an evening in which he
seemed to be somewhat stronger than
he had been. He had take some refresh
ment that had been prepared for him,
and, stimulated by its strength, had
spoken a word OF two both to Nora and
to his wife. His words had been OF no
especial interest, abiding to some small
detail of his own condition, such as are
generally the chosen topics OF conversa-
{ on with invalids. But he had been
pronounced TO be better, and Nora spoke
TO him cheerfully, when he was taken
into tie next room by the man who was
always at hand TO move him. His wife
followed him, and soon afterward re-
turned, and babe Nora goodnight. She
- 10 ..r h,a nd Nara W a.
10 20 10 the room below, that she might
receive her lover there. He Vas expected
out tuaLeveuIul,b but Mrs.. TIes, yam said
UnaJ she would not STE him Hugh came
aud went, and Nora took herself 10 her
chamber. The hours of the night went
on, and Mrs. Trevelyan was still sitting
by her husbands bed 1t was still Sep
TENDER land the weather was very warm
But the windows had been all closed
since an hour before sunset. She was
sitting there thinking, thinking, think
ing. DIR. Nevill had told her that the
time now was very near. She was not
thinking now how very near it might
be, but whether there might yet be
time for him to say that one word TO
| her.
Emily" he said, in the lowest whis
per.
"Darlingm she answered, turning
round aud touching him with her hand.
"My feet are so cold. There are no
clothes on them
She took thick shawl and spread it
double across the bottom of the bed,
and put her hard upon his arm. Though
1t was clammy wiz b perspiration, it as
chill, and she brought the warm clothes
ND close around his shoude 81 can't
sleep" be said. 'lf l could sleep, /
shouldn't mind" Then he was silent
again, and her thoughts went harping
| on, still on the same subject. She told
herself that If ever the act of justice
were to be d,ne for her. it must be done
that night. After while she turned
round over him ever so gently, and saw
that his large eyes were open and fixed
upon the wall.
She was kneeling now on the chair
close by tie bed head, and her hand
was on the rail of the bedstead support
| ing her. Louis" she said, ever so
softly.
| "Well."
Can you say one word for J our wife,
dear, dear, dearest husband
"What word ~
az have not been harlot to you; have
Ip
"What name is that !"
"But what thing, Louis Kiss my
hand, Louis, if you believe me-" And
very gently she laid the tips of her fin
gers on his lips. For a moment or two
She waited, and the kiss did not come
Would he spare her in this the last mo-
ment left to him either for justice or for
mercy2 Fer moment or two the bit
lterness of her despair was almost unen-
durable. She had time TO think that
were she once TO withdraw her hand,
she would be condemned forever-and
that it must be withdrawn. But at
length the lips moved, and with strug
Cling ear she could hear the sound o.
the tongue within, and the verdict o.
the dying man had been given in hei
: favor. He never spoke q word more
either to annul it or enforce it.
"Some time after that she crept into
Noras room. Nora" she said, waking
tue sleeping girl, lit Is all over"
SIS he-dead |"
at is all over. Mrs Richards is there,
1t is better than an hour since now. Let
me come in" She got into her sisters
bed, and there she told the tale of her
tardy triumph. He declared to me at
last that he trusted me-" she said, al
most believing that real words had come
from his lips to that effect. Then she
fell into flood of tears, and after a
while she also slept.
To be Concluded Tomorrow.