Nashville union and American. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1868-1875, 1871-08-27

colored ribbon, embroid cred with sill
ver.'
:" i will look for them Immediately
with this took my w1fe's keys in my
hand, and began TO search for the mack
ct. l knew but too well where to find
it"
{" lis this it2 saik 1, at last brino
ing it to the Countess.
!" yes, yes. Only see, here il The
same knot l made, your wife never On.
tied it, dared not lift up my eyes-I
feared the Countess would read 10 them
that l had unloosed-ah, that had gone
further, and committed a monstrous
crime l took brief leave of her, ex
cusing myself as well as / could. 1
needed to be alone. The Countess re-
turned home. Her husband was in all
his actions mean ard brutal, his tastes
were low and wholly unworthy OF bis
rank. Had l been such msn, l would
deserved to have such wife. But my
wife was an innocent, spOtless angel,
who loved me when | murdered her
remember nothing of whas
passed for hours, but this know, when
L returned to Consciousness L was sitting
on my Wife's coffin, in the vault. was
not yet 80 insane as to believe that L 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
hfel Leave not my punishment to an.
other world, but let me suffer here on
earth-tOrture me, kill me! Visit not
until | am dead, but aVenge yourself
nowl'
''rhus madly did 1 speak to the mortal
remains of my wife; whereupon / silent
or rather swOOned. began TO dream.
Perhaps it was no dream. | seemed tc
see the lid of the coffin slowly open, and
the form Of my dead wife resting therein,
as slowly arise. l was on my knees be.
fore the coffin, my hand resting on hel
side. Her lips were pale, but red drop
stood on them. Slowly she bent over
me, opened her eyes as she had on that
lsst time, pressed kiss upon my hand.
The red drop which had hung on her lips
rested on my hand; she closed her ewes,
laid herself back again on her cold pill
low, and the coffin closed o yer her.
''Not long after was awakened by a
frightful pain, like the sting of a sc0rpi-
on. fastened home. II was stin day
light; no one had noticed my absence OF
my return. The blood had disappeared
from off my hand, but in the spot where
the blood had rested, it was burning as
if a corrosive poison had penetrated
therein. The pain increased from hour
TO hour without ever ceasing. Even in
sleep felt it. l said nothing Of it 10
any one-nO one would have believed l..
You know, sir, what [ must have suffer
ed, and from what anguish your knife
relieved me-. Scarcely had the second
wound healed, however, when the pain
came anew. For the third time it now
racks me, aud have not the strength to
endure it logger. In an hour l will say
farewell TO esrth O1ly the thought
that siuce she had been avenged here on
earth, she will forgive me on the other
side, gives me ray of consolation.
Il thank you for your heartfelt sym
pathy and for your aid. God bless you"
A few days later might have been read
in one of the journals: ''One of our rich
est patriots has shot himself. Grief for
the loss of his wife is supposed to be the
cause