St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1870-03-11

my knee. Margic," and the arms that
casped her tighter and tighter shook fear
fully. 81 hope your mother does not
know, for-I stole it, stole it for you,
my poor trcndleSs girl ~
''Sto'e it, father? ~ Her breath came
quick and hard her eyes dilated with
very horror, her lips were pale and
trembling. She rccoiled from the hand
hut moment before she had caressed,
then halo Of light and beauty over
spread her pale face, and with smile
that angels might give, she said, Come.
father, I'm tired OF it now, we don't
want it any more, lets 60 and take it
back, will you dear father, say ?"
Through the fingers that covered the
guilty face, came trickling down tears.
| said the good angel wis shut out of
from his heart no, for little Margie was
there still.
/ Creak, creak, nearer, nearer justice
has "a heavy step. The door opened 1t
WAS Forrest the storckeeper, and Wayne
the policeman.
Good night Margie and Bill Greyson.
Jane roses clustered over the doorway
OF happy homes, summer flowers made
/ fragrant the air with their sweetest per-
ium,, nature seemed to laugh at care
and sorrow when Bill GrevsDn stepped
out of the ''BlAck Maria" and passed up
the marbl, steps OF the Court House i'll
B. lis needless To say the defense
was bat feeble one. No golden coins
had Grey-on t. reach down into the
.cndcr y mpathies of his counsel with,
and 20 through INN create even an utter
,nce of pity for the one about 10 be con-
lcmucd. The sentence scarcely surpris-
rd him. "ihrte years imprisonment.
SIX weary months the prisoner had
waited for justice wheels to turn, they
came and crushed iim. Not Il word es-
zap d his lips. while his bowed head and
-i,.nt micn were interpreted ''dogged
-iubbornucsS."
''Get out of the way, bcggar's child,
be off with yOu.' Greyson raised his
ncud ri the >olni of Il voice that came
wirI=lhc answer. PLEASE let me kiss
father goodbye" pleading face, and
uptulncd eye, met his own, and heart
poke to heart with a thrill of keenest
woe; the man sprang forward.
''llrndcutl the prisoner, policeman
Navn,."
The G,nhing OF the iron entered Mar
Lic> ui. and branded memory with
''i"humauily everywhere, everywhere"
The Day Star Herald on the following
morning cave glowing d SC iption of
he volor :aanic>l,d by policeman Wayne
pre-, cating the c-cape of the notorious
rU' .iar Bl Grcy~"n. and regretted that
after - -. T.: am incarceration as three
wears, hc ~ - return to the world
rrom a c,nvict'e cell.
Three wears to the happy, the good
mi the b'cS: are but us Il moment. To
he prisoner in his narrow home, they
are a. though moments were measured
by hours. aud hours by years.
Fuuy years AGO Tonight and Margie
Grcy-on crcpt down the creaking stair
Way after the ;wo men who carried away
all taat she lived for. They drove her
back with crueieSt words, and she with IL
breaking heart bid under the old blanket
aui wcPG such tears as only the child of
= Irunkard can weep. What strange
impulse had guided her back this Christ
mas eve. TO the cold bare room with It's
chilling l:.,molie> OF the past How she
~hivercd as They met her, and where
was father tonight! ! Here, right in the
thccrless room. and Mareie's arms about
T., a H.
rom the lie page OF each How Grey
son had searched III vain the past SIX
month, for his child, and so haunted
With the agony Of their parting hour,
each sought the spot they once called
nome.
Would that romance could here inter-
vcuc aud weave Il tale of repentance and
reform, with "a bli->tul termination to all
past sorrows. But rum lives in facts
not fiction. Father and child had both
been drinking, yet save the brains dull
pain, they were almost soher now. The
ycil # love fell tcndrriy from the aching
hcart OF ii father, softly, Gently, over
his loved daughter rs he gazed into her
,nce innocent tacc,-but truth pushed
ASIDE the told- and revealcd-Margie is
lead This was Mag. Oh. the tale OF
Auc she read. No home, no friends,
nu: even a drunken father TO protect her,
md -, Tonight she had come back with
he venom OF years burning in her soul.
Not wrCng was forgotten.
While they held converse together,
sagurIy formed purposes for good, rose
ms iIy up before them, but the poison
was in their BRAN, and vengeance barred
he door OF their hearts. Little Margie
vas dta | YOU know, and Willie, inno-
cent, noble Willie was drowned long ago,
mi only Bill, his ghost, rose out Of the
mountain waves OF liquor to be tumbled,
rolel about like mad man. And 50
revenge, the monster, sprang from the
wrong- ii !hs last and they both sank
beneath this the last wave
Bells were wildly ringing. Fire, fire,
tjre CiIIzens were Fastening hther and
hlIher, up and down the town. Stone
mans mansion, and Forests store and
dwelling, both in flames. How eagerly
he tyrart lappel the glit'ering trinkets
Nlih IN, frey tongue from behind the
crashing windows.
In the gloomy shadows, made fright
fully dark III contrast with the glowing
light, radiatcd from upward CLEANS, and
nhicll Shot out through fast falling ruins,
croucued two figures, rubbing their
hands in widest gee. First they gloat-
ed with joy over the deSolation in Stone-
mans home, then FORESTS. Children
were drouned into rrutecling arms, whlle