The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1870-01-27
l..WHoLE. No.alz4.
tuous Arthur Gurney. Il was Arthur

tuous Arthur Gurney. 81 was Arthur
Gurneyi '- -@-o.: 7i a2os -----.--
I sat in an arm chair, holding in my
hand lady's miniature. 1t was that
Fsef my cousin Beatrice. flShe was fair
as an angel, but deep sadness had
settled on her face, shading its beauty
and brightness. She was, pale and
ghost-like, with thin spiritual lips, and
earnest but melancholy eyes. 80
"How beautiful if sorrow. had not made
Sorrow more beautiful than beauty self.s.
L took from my pocket a letter. It
was the fatal letter from England tell
ing me of my cousins DEATH. 5'3' 10
"Here," I murmured, pouring over
the miniature, is my dear Beatrice as,
1 saw her . little over amonth ago,
the sweetest soul thatiwas ever taber-
nacled in clay y;afid /" here,m looking
at the letter, "is that which tells me
I shall see her no morel How ccald
lishe die when i needed her 80 much ?.
She was my hope, my life, the only
thing that L loved y How weak and
unmanly Tracy was to- orepine as he
did Tonight He has wife that
loves him, and D .child-his child and
hers-a little angel, still in the light or
heaven. But 7 am alone, alonei4
| Were Beatrice living, my Beatrice
my beloved, my betfothed, my wife,
Iwould not shrink from poverty as
he does, but would battle with 1t roya
ally, crowned with the great diadem
| of Love y But it is too latel There
is nothing left me but to diei1 tsaI 81
/ crumpled the letter, in my Hand,
and kissed the miniature of Beatrice
pforsthe last time. AS Irose catight
sight of my, face in the mirror. 1t was
| Ihaggard and CHASTITY pale &c Come,
come, Arthur Gurney, be firm; it will
not do to play the woman now" !"
1 strobe upato the mirror, as have seen
men do when excited by wine, and
took a long, long look at myself. How
black my hair5Bas, and whet q Wild
4 light glareds in my sunken eyes ! Good
bye, Arthur Gurney 7" II smiled and
walked 10 the window The sky was
sown with stars, and 1.-THE full moon
hung over Ithei tops of the trees
+" Farewell, oh moon, and stars and
summer night, q long farewelll"
t. | cooked my pistol and placed tito
my heart. shBeatrice,n shrieked,
4 IL comet My finger was on, the
trigger another second and!iI would
have been in eternity, Suddenly my
hand was seized, and a woman's shriek
rang in my cdr, g Richardi!sl i strug-
tgled violently; determined not to be
baked in my purpose. 4" Richard
Richard r needed her not but, tore
d off the hand that held Ime.b Atdthat
4 moment the jasper signet. dropped
I from my finger, and. the CHARM was
broken. h was no longer Arthur
Is Gurney, but Richard Tracyl 1 was
saved from death by 1my wife, who
came into the room to tell me that my
child was. better. i The doctor has
| been here, dear husband and he says
? that the crisis is past. Our little Am
brose will live."d.I threw myself into
her arms and burst into tears, -n9iaE.
j ]ad"Look at the watch, Bessy," said /,
trembling at my narrow escape, g and
note the time carefully for Arth1r
4 Gurney is dead He died tonight,
and by his own handy1 ,id2if. 3o5gga
Itwas even so. For in the morn
ing he was found in his chaiflber dead,
with q bullet through his heart. His
watch was in his pooket5stopped? II
: pointed to the very minute when Bes-
sy7 arrested my hand 10 -siaa1i'