Iowa voter. [volume] (Knoxville, Iowa) 1867-1874, 1869-11-25

tentative butte remain as she was;
and 80 she lived on from day to day
la deep sorrow, cancer-like, eating
away her heart. ~ ~ I
Her betrayer is living still, travel
ing about the Union, singing in opera
troupes, and received in what is
termed "the best society," or as Jen-
kins would say, "the bon-ton-the
elite, my boy" 1t is stated, on good
authority, that he makes thousands
of dollars by teaching music to inno-
cent daughters of millionaires. Yet
such is life. In him his sin was but
a youthful indiscretion;' in another,
tit would be objectionable.
But her brother Carl had left New
Orleans, and was searching for her
everywhere through the land. AT
length he came to this City with a
member Of Allan Pinkerton's Detec-
tive Bureau, and commenced to
search for his lost sister. The detec-
tive, possessed of photograph of the
girl, traversed all the dens of the
City, and at length, on visiting this
place, thought he had found what he
was in search of.
/ Returning to Carl's hotel, he in
formed him OF his discovery; anu at
) eight or nine O'Clock in the evening
both started for the giided palace OF
iniquity. They speedily gained adj
mission, and entered a georgeously
furnished reception room. In the
glare of chandeliers and smoke OF
cigarettes, some half dozen women
were lazily seated round the room;
and the keeper of the place, a wrin-
killed. beldame, watched over her
| property for the unhappy women
were, literally speaking, her proper
| ty) with the eye of harpy. Wines
circulated freely, and cards were
strewn over the table.
/ Carl Erckhart looked at the bleared,
painted faces anxiously-yct she was
not there. He did not advance to
the table, but remained standing
near the door, sick at heart with dis
appointment. Suddenly three or
four Of the women who had been
seated near the window stood up to
cross the room; and then he saw her
lying on lounge. In a moment ne
was by her side, and she recognized
him. Falling on her knees before
him, she buried her face in her white
wan and wasted hands, weeping bit.
terly; and as she looked up at him
through her bitter tears, he saw how
changed she was. The silky, brighi
golden hair that once hung in golden
curls, rich and beautiful, was thin
. and faded; the glorious blue eyes
that once shone brightly at his
hearth-side i'll love and tenderness
were deep sunken and dim; the
; voice, which once thrilled him to tho
: hearts core by its melody, was harsh
and worn; yet, as he saw her plead
ing face uplifted to his, and her lips
open, she endeayoring to speak but
could not, all his love returned
again.
He raised her gently and pressed
her to his heart; and then her voice
, found utterance, and she cried
"Carl, Carl, dear brother Carl, will
you forgive me? Can you forgive
your own little Christine?'
!, And as his eyes looked into hers
and he pressed her still more closely
to his breast, gazing into his face, SHE
knew she was forgiven, though he
spoke not word. lie bent down tC
meet her embrace, she clasped her
arms around his neck, and their lips
: met in one long, passionate kiss Of
love; and with that kiss her life and
heart-sorrows went out forever.
The sunbeams crept through tht
jaIousie blinds in the early morning
and shone on the group Of watchers
round the fair dead. Christine Erck.
hart had found her "Home at Last"
The Fathers Lesson.