The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1870-05-31

What do you intend to do?"
"On conditions, nothing"
MIR. Guthrie was standing upon the hearth.
rug, his white hands locked behind him,
looking down at us, calmly and keenly.
What do you want" asked the colonel,
in broken tone.
1.-THE hand of your daughter"
There was another silence.
eff Miss Walton becomes my wife, MIR.
Guthrie went on, 81 shall never use nv
knowledge of your guilt to your harm.
Major Southly shall rest where buried
him. But, otherwise, shall make the mat
ter public.''
1t was then that the colonel looked up
and gazed at me.
81 inferred the body with my own hands
upon the night of the MURDER" said Guth-
rie, quietly.
saw that the colonel looked at me with
little hope He felt and knew that I was
his friend.
1t is true that was-but, just then, the
sweet face of my darling, full of its sacred
happiness, rose up between us, and felt a
flame of indignation, that she should be
sacrificed to save her selfish father, sweep
across my brow. AS he looked at me his
eyes dilated with the last horror of despair.
He rose, tried to speak, threw up his arms,
and fell in fit at our feet
We brought him to without raising the
house, though with much difficulty. AT
length he lay upon the couch, sensible and
miserable, overwhelmed with physical and
mental suffering. At last he asked for
Lindsey,
"She has RETIRED" said.
"Send her down here to sit with me. The
rest of you leave me-" he said.
lwent up and woke Lindsey, who lay
dreaming in the sweetest peace. She started
up alarmed.
"Your father has been quite ILL.," said.
"He is better now, but he wants YOU to
come and sit with him."
"Why, my father was never sick before ~
she said, hurrying to dress.
watched her go down. Her hair. in all
its confused curls, clung about her throat.
She had forgotten the cord of her wrapper,
and it swept its whole length around her
1t was fastened hurriedly at the throat with
little coral pin, and upon her cheeks still
fingered the flush of healthy sleep. In the
hall she met Guthrie, who regarded her
steadily, but she took no notice of him,
and went on to her father. When the door
closed after her, sat down upon the stairs
and wept in an utter abandon of despair.
have no doubt that Guthrie quietly went
to rest in the chamber assigned to him.
He could afford to sleep his interests were
safe. He had perfected his part with de-
liberation which admitted of nothing but
success. Of course Lindsey would not let
her father go to the gallows.
When rose, the next morning, did not
venture to disturb them in the library. I
went about my tasks, feeling their insignif-
cance, and so weighed upon that when |
heard the servants laughing in the kitchen, l
stepped to the door and looked at them in
wonder. Tip asked timidly if were i'll. |
told her no. though my very soul was sick
within me. l remember now that they all
regarded me with pity, and l heard whis-
per that "the old lady was breaking up"
1t was past nine o'clock when I ventured
to send Tip to The library to see if the
colonel would take some breakfast She
came back saying that he was asleep.
Iwent up and softly opened the door,
Lindsey was not there, and the colonel lay
upon the couch, before the fire, in light
slumber. There was an oppressive stiffness
in the room, and o, how terribly wan and
ill the colonel looked He had a look of
deep sickness and age upon him, and for
the first time, / noticed streaks of white
among his1hair and beard.
I came out without waking him, and
went up and knocked at Lindsey's door,
Mr.. Guthrie had breakfasted and sat upon
the piazza, smoking.