Litchfield enquirer., 1871-07-20


 them we'll, and I am sure she has kept her pledge She had noble soul; it would have been impossible for her to break her solemn promise. usas a8 s x Very well, said I; thow am I to know these letters?'
 They are tied together with rose.col- ored ribbon, embroidered with silver
 I will look for them immediately
 With this l took my wife's keys in my hand, and began to search for the packet, knew but too we'll where to find it. e
 Is this it?' said I, at last. bringing it to the countess.
 Yes, yes. Only see, here is the same knot made; your wife never united it.. l dared not lift up my eyes-I feared the countess would read in them that I had unloosed it-ah, that had gone further, and committed monstrous crime! I took brief leave of her, excusing myself as we'll as could. needed to be alone. The countess returned home. Her husband was in all his actions mean and brutal; his tastes were low and wholly unworthy of his rank. Had been such man, I would have deserved to have had such a wife. But my wife was an innocent, spotless angel, who loved me when murdered heri X
 l remember nothing of what passed for hours; but this know, that when return ed to consciousness I was sitting on my wife's coffin. in the vault. I was not yet so insane as to believe that could awake her. It seemed to me she would hear my words:
 By the true. upright love. with which you once loved me; by the love which you took with you for me down to the grave, implore you to have mercy on me, and avenge yourself on me in this life! Leave not my punishment to another world, but let me suffer here on earth-torture me, kill me! Wait not until I. am dead, but avenge yourself now!'
 Thus madly did speak to the mortal re. mains of my wife; whereupon I slept or rather swooned. began to dream. Per. haps it was no dream. seemed to see the lid of the coffin slowly open, and the form of my dead wife resting therein, as slowly arise. was on my knees before the coffin, my hand resting on the side. Her lips were pale, but red drop stood on them. Slowly she bent over me opened her eyes as she had on that last time. and pressed kiss upon my hand. The red drop which had hung on her lips rested on my hand; she closed her eyes, laid her self back again on her cold pillow, and the coffin closed over her. O.. >.
 Not long after was awakened by fright full pain, like the sting of scorpion. hastened home, It was still daylight; nc one had noticed my absence or my return The blood had disappeared from off my hand, but in the spot where the blood hai rested. it was burning as if a corrosive poi son had penetrated therein. The pain in creased from hour to hour without eve ceasing. Even in sleep felt it. sait nothing of it to anyone-no one -woult have believed it. You know, sir, what . must have suffered. and from what anguisl your knife relieved me! Scarcely had tn second wound healed, however, when tn pain came anew. For the third time now racks me, and have not the strengtl to endure it longer. In an hour will sa, farewell to earth! Only the thought that i since she has been avenged here on earth she will forgive me on the other side, give me ray of consolation.
 thank you for your heartfelt symyath, and for your aid. God bless you! @ a* K *0 k .
 A few days later might have been read il one of the journals:-'One of our riches patriots has shot himself. Grief for the los of his wife is supposed to be the cause.'