The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1869-06-08
and individual sin be blotted out, and re

and individual sin be blotted out, and re-
membered no more forever
: The funeral was over. Dust had been
committed to dust, and ashes to ashes.
The elegant mansion was once more free
from the host of relations and friends.
Now / shall know all! said Made
line, as she commenced the perusal of
the letters the clock had so strangely
disclosed Letters from Fred to my
husband, in reply to his as she read on
carefully.
Every particle of color forsook her
cheek.
keep me from cursing him. Oh,
heaven, keep me from cursing him."
came, in gust, from the depths of her
soul. Can it be that the man whom, if
/ didn't love, sincerely believed in, was
base enough to represent me as false to
the man l fondly expected to marry !?
Yes: here are the proofs; and now it
shall be the business of my life to find
Fred and undeceive him. Oh, man!
Thou art easily influenced, easily cajoled !!
An angel from heaven would heve been
powerless to convince me of my loves
perfdy; but the scale shall be removed
from your eyes, first love of my soul,
That l swear! But, hist! he may be
dead Who knows Z" she continued
"a resident of California for ten years ;
and, so far as l know, unheard from du-
ring that time'
With sigh Of fatigue she caught up
an evening paper, r,and the very first thing
which att racted her attention was:
"ST NICHOLAS HoTEL.-Arrived from
San Francisco, California, Honorable
Frederick 1ongwogth."
Not a word escaped her Calmly
folding the paper, she rang the bell, or
dered the carriage, and with only these
words: "St. Nicholas; drive quickly"
found herself speedily in front of the
ladies' entrance.
go in, James, and inquire for the
Honorable Frederick Longworth In
form him that lady awaits him in
carriage"
"Your card, Mrs. Ormsbyn'
ANSNCl lhC NaiANt,
no names," she replied.
GAIL right, ma'amr' And the driver,
touching his hat respectfully, was soon
lost to sight.
The woman's heart throbbed as it had
never throbbed before. Should she see.
him? Would some spiritual intuition'
inform him as to his visitor?
"Ah, no. she murmured. II am,
without doubt, dead to him; but | will
undeceive him. He shall no longer be-
lieve me the vile thing 1 have been rep
resented"
Steps approached. Madeline Ormsby
uttered one petition, and was calmed.
Ay. there was the dear familiar voice;
not single tone had altered.
as this the carriage, my man p as the
coachman opened wide the door.
81 am really-excuse me-but---"
said the stranger, peering into the yehi-
Gle.
"No excuses are necessary, sir. 1t is
mine to ask pardon" said Madeline, Civ
ing him her hand. And, alighting, "You
recognize me now, | trustp'
"Madeline! Madeline! All! why
have you come to me? ?" was all he could
utter.
''To tell you that for ten long years
you have been the victim of lie Yes,
of lie, Fred Longworth, as base and
wicked as human ingenuity ever in.
vented"
"Oh, Madeline, can this be true? [
feel that 1 can trust you. can imagine
all, he replied.
"No, nor half" was her answer, "until
you come home with me and hear the
particulars"
"But your husband"
as dead! And you, Fred ?"
Summarized, and yours forever
The curtain falls.