Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1871-02-03

Her bridal robes we're wet with my bitter
est tears. .....
She disregarded my despair. for she
loved, and she was happy.
The fight of the year brought the day
of her nuptials, and with unutterable an
guish beheld her bind herself by solemn
oaths to love. honor and obey her hus-
hand; with mad despair I saw the light
of happiness beamiug in her beautiful
eyes.
| 20. Martha r. she said to me before she
retired that night to her bridal chamber,
Il so devotedly love Gilbert, and am
unspeakably happy
could not reply to her. l wept in 81
|lence, and in silence received her good
night kiss!
o. God, the agony of the moment when
| beheld her pure and peerless 60 out from
my wretched presence-in the glory Of
her virginia. beauty and her bridal robes
to the impassioned embraces of the man
who. I felt in my inmost soul, was the
murderer of our mother!
1t was over.
The darkness and dreariness of night
had fallen like mantle over the world.
Slumber had laid balm on weary eyes
and weary hearts-but was sleepless.
For hours lay in the gloom and silence
of my chamber, thinking. thinking, until
my brain whirled and the darkness around
me was peopled with gauut. grim, and
grotesque images Of fancy and fear.
Suddenly my heart seemed to cease
beating cold chills shuddered and crept
over my miserable little body; my eyes
were dilated my lips parted and parched
my very hair stood erect. And involun-
tarily my gaze became riveted towards one
corner of the room where gray mist
gathered and frightened until form be-
came distinctly visible!
1t vast was-yes it was my mother;
and there-O. horrible to behold-tbrust
in her brain. was the glitteriug knitting
needle. MARTHA" she said, in faint
distinct voice-thc same voice that called
me at the Institute the day sat with my
drawing class in the East Room and where
Agatha went to tell me of my mothers
death.
'Murtha"-again she said-"Go te
Agatha!'
How l reached my sisters door l can.
not tell.
remember that my mother pointed to.
wards the hall and disappeared. | moved
without volition. I reached Agatha
room. There she lay. fair and pure as q
lily sleeping in the moonlight.
Gilbert Grigsby stood gazing upon her,
with the same set horror and fear upon bis
dreadful face that I saw that afternoon in
the sitting room before fell i'll. ss
All, ha," he laughed with an. eldritch
sound that curdled my blood; ''you come,
do you, to lie down in my Agatha's bridal
bed do youe You come to- taunt me.
Oh! wretched dead, and deprive me Of
my treasure. l will battle you-bafle
you-bafae youp'
AS he spoke he advanced nearer and
nearer to the sleeping bride, all unconsci-
GUS of her danger, and the terrible menac-
| ing monster above her. / saw something
glitter moment; I heard a long. low
sigh. and all was still. @
Again I was unconscious. Again was
prostrated With terrible illness. When
dritted once more back to life and de-
spair, | sent for my old friends at the In
stitute. and told them of all that had trans
pired at the Lodge and what | had beheld
That might-aud learned-and learned;
That it had been long known that Gill
bert Grigsby was subject to fits of insanity
at certain changes of the moon, and no
doubt was entertained that. so attacked
be had unconsciously murdered his fair,
young wife-and himself; she dying in-
stantly; be living long enough to confess
that he was the murderer of my poor mo-
ther in just such a mania that he had
thrust the dagger home to Agatha's heart
believing that be was destroying the
avengiug spirit Of the dead that 50 relent-
lessly pursued him.
The ways of God are manifold.
Our poor human sight cannot penetrate
the sublime mysteries of His omnipotence
aud His DEGREES.
am still teacher, 10 the Institute.
where went after my fathers death. and
to which Asylum l fed after the dread
life at the Lodge.
I often go to Agatha's grave-which is
green and peaceful, and brood over the
mysterious ways Of Providence, and wish
that, to me too, could come the peace that
surpasseth our knowledge, as it came long
ago, on her bridal night, to Agatha!
TELL THE TRUTH. the exact truth.