The Greenville enterprise. [volume] (Greenville, S.C.) 1870-1873, 1871-01-04
GREEEvILLE SOUTH CAROLINA, JANUARY 1, 1871
He shook her off and said bit

He shook her off and said bit.
terly:
"There are female Judas' as
well as male, who even now, as
they did Of yore, betray with a
kiss"
" But you will forgive me2" she
pleaded. (.
| By forgiveness, you mean that
/ will suffer You to remain in my
house--t!,ese old ancestral halls
that / will shower diamonds upon
you, and give you velvets to wear,
and in return yon will give me
tolerance. But no, / will tell you
no; the same house can hold no
longer the deceiver and the de.
ceived."
You turn me into the streets,
Roswell ! have no home but this .
"No, no, madam, / am no sucl,
a brute as that; only take your
presence from my house, and l will
pay for your Judgement else
where"
Forgive me, and let me stay
pleaded Regina Sinclair.
Il never forgive!" was the
stern reply.
"Never forgive!" and Regina
shuddercd. "God have mercy
on those who never forgive" and
turning from her husband, she
threw herself on the couch and
wept bitterly.
The next morning when Roswell
Sinclair sought his wife's room,
she was gone. She had taken
nothing with her; her rich dresses
were all folded up in the large
chest; her jewels We're in the
ebony and silver casket where she
had kept them; her desk stood on
the rosewood table, and even her
work-box remained on the bureau.
He sat down and glanced around
at the deserted apartment, that
spoke so eloquently of its departed
occupant. A cold chill seemed to
come over him /; lie shuddered as
he grasped nervously at the arms
of the chairs. He looked up at
tne picture in It's glowing colCrs,
which his wife loved so we'll
Hagar going forth into the wilder.
ness. How prophetic it seemed;
ont into the wilderness, the great
black wilderness Of the world, had
gone Regina. He tried to think
that he had acted right. even while
conscience whispered that he had
done wrong. He solaced himself
with the idea that Inc had been
deceived-grossly wronged.-and
that he had meted out q fitting
punishment to the deceiver, and
he was avenged.
" Vengeance is mine, and will
repay" saith the Lord and the
human hand that snatches the word
of vengeance from the grasp of Di-
vinity will find that it's blade cuts
both ways-Iim at whom it is aim.
ed, and he who aims it. Forgive
ness, like charity, carries a double
blessing: he is blessed who for
gives, and he is blessed who is for
given. 1t was years before the re
vengeful, naughty spirit of Ros.
well Sinclair telt this. In the
meanwhile, he wrapped himself in
the mantle of cold reserve. and liv-
ed in miserable solitude in his
proud ancestral halls. When some
memory OF the woman he had ban.
ished intruded itself upon him, he
strove to beat back the unwelcome
visit by, "she basely deceived me-"
for he had not yet learned to for.
give.
Thus in bitterness of heart, lived
Roswell Sinclair in his gloomy
house, asking no sympathy and re.
ceiving none. A shadow rested
upon his home and upon his heart
"a great darkness that could be
felt.
Dark clouds, too, lowered over
his country, which at length as.
sumed the lurid glare of war. Glad
for anything to break the gloomy
monotony of his life, Roswell Sin.
clair was among the first wounded
and taken prisoner.
Six years had elapsed since the
night he had parted with Regina
His dark hair was silvered with
grey, and lines of sorrow were
engraven on his face. AS he lay
tossing in fevcred sleep, on bis lit.
tie cot in the hospital, Sister An
gela, the nurse, was arrested by
The vision. She had not seen him
before, as she was at distant post
when the prisoners had been
brought in the night before. She
gazed long and anxionsly at the
flushed sleeper though sadly
changed, she remembered well tha,
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