Norfolk day book. [volume] (Norfolk and Portsmouth Va.) 1868-1880, 1869-06-14
THE DAY BOOK.
MONDAY MORNING, June IA, 1869
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stant, and stood dumb and mo-
tionlcss,
And now, at length, Lyon
Borners spoke again. { Sybil !
he said, this house is yours !
You must do as you please.
But this l tell you: that
in the same hour which
sees that poor and friendless
young creature driven from the
shelter Of this roof, | leave it
too, and leave it for ever =
If Lyon Berners really meant
this, or thought to bring his
fiery hearted wife to terms by
the threat, he was mistaken in
her character.
Oh, co. she answered bit
terly-' go as soon as you like,
Lyon Berners. Good night,
and--good bye, she said, and
with q wave of her hand she
passed from the room.
| lie was mad to have spoken
as he did madden still to let
her leave him SO how mad,
he was soon to learn.
/ Lyon Bernersremained walk
ing up and down Thereon some
time longer. The lights were
all out, and the servants gone
to bed. Yet still he continued
to pace up and down the par
lor floor, until suddenly pierre
ing shrieks smote his ear.
in great terror he started for
ward and instinctively rushed
towards Rosa's room, when the
door was suddenly thrown open
by Rosa herself, pale, bleeding
from a wound in her breast.
Great Heaven What is
this ? he cried, as, aghast with
amazement and sorrow, he sup
ported the CHASTITY and dying
form, and laid it on the sofa,
and then sunk on his knees be-
side it.
who, who has done this p
he wildly demanded, as, almost
paralyzed with horror, he knelt
beside her, and tried to staunch
| the gushing wound from which
her life blood was fast yelling.
She opened her bloodless
lips, now paling in death, and
9asped forth the words:
'She-Sybil-your wife. [
told you she would do it, and
she has done it. Sybil Berners
has murdered me- she whis-
pered. Then raising herself
with a last dying effort, she
cried aloud. Hear, all Sy-
bill Borners has murdered me-
| And with this charge upon her
lips, she fell back DEAD.
Even in that supreme mo-
ment Lyon Berners' first
| thought, almost his only
thought, was for his wife. He
looked up TO see who was there
who had heard this awful,
this fatal charge.
| ,AU were there guests and
servants, men and women,
| drawn there by the dreadful
shrieks. All had heard the
! horrible accusation.
And all stood panic-stricken,
as they shrank away from one
who stood in their midst.
1T was she, Sybil, the accused,
whose very aspect accused her
more loudly than the dying wo-
man had done; for she stood
there, still in her fiery masque-
rade dress, her face pallid, her
eyes blazing, her wild black
hair loose and streaming, her
crimsoned hand raised and
grasping blood-stained dag
ger,
%, wretched woman! most
wretched woman! What Is
this that You have done?' groan-
ed Lyon Berners in unutterable
agony-agony not for the dead
beauty before him, but for the
living wife, whom he felt that
| he had driven to this deed oil
| desperation.
Lyon Berners do you believe
me guilty?' she asked.
He looked up, and their eyes
met. If he had really believed
her guilty, he did not now. He
answered briefly and firmly:
mo, Sybil ! Heaven knows
that | do not; but explain this
horrible business-if you can. ,
"The explanation is this, she