Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1871-04-06

the door, and returned to her chair,
raising her dark eyes inquiringly to
mine.
"Fanny, " l said at last-I had not
called her so for many months before
"Fanny, will you not sing those songs
you sang to night 2"
Certainly, if you wish it, she re-
piled, and seating herself at the piano,
she sang them again, in clear, calm
tone.
had determined, when the songs
were concluded, to seek reconcilia-
ton; but the demon, pride, whispered,
"Wil you be less firm than she This
cannot last-why humiliate yourself :
Alas, 1 listened and obeyed. / suf-
fered the last opportunity to recall our
lost happiness to escape. Pride, the
tyrant, was obeyed, and / suffered her
to leave the room with "good night.
went up into my own lonely cham
ber, and sat down and popdered on the
events of the evening, regrettIng bitter
ly my folly in suffering my pride again
to master me.
L heard my wife moving about the
room, which adjoined my own, and
then suddenly a heavy fall and a groan.
/ rushed into the apartment, and found
her extended on the floor. / raised
her in my arms, and to my horror,
blood was streaming from her mouth.
The truth flashed upon me at once
she had broken blood d-vessel-she
would die. / sprsng to the bell. In a
few minutes, s,-minutes which seemed
he -, lrr
but staggered, horror stricken at be-
holding their beloved mistress appar-
emily in the agonies of death.
"The doctor IA doctorl" shout
ed "She will die she will die!"
In a second-they were all gone, save
her maid, who was sobbing aid pray
ing while she wiped the blood from the
blue lips of her expiring mistress.
Oh what agony l suffered during the
interval which ensued before the arri-
al of the physician l called her by
the dearest names; / begged her to
speak but one word. / entreated her
to forgive me-only to smile once
more.
She slowly opened her large eyes;
slight smile passed over her face, and
she was-dead.
Just then the physicians entered,
and / begged and prayed of them to
exert their skill to save her.
t" II will be useless to attempt it, "
was their passionless reply: "no hu-
man power can restore life.
/ could not believe them My wife
was not, could not be dead. L clasped
her in my arms; kissed her brow,
her lips, and all became a blank
What passed afterward know not.
when awoke to consciousness found
myself lying on a bed in a .darkened
room. A strang female was standing
by its side talking in a low tone of
voice to another stranger.
'' He seems better to-day, doctor,
she said, "much better )"
/ asked for my wife. They told me
to be quiet,-that / had been very i'll,
and inquired how felt. j answered
not, for gradually past events came
Dack to my recollection. j remember
ed everything even my last kiss on her
cold lips. knew that she was dead,
and asked them what they had done
with her. At first they hesitated but
at length they told me she had been
buried
Buriedl-my Fanny my wife !! "
Again / ceased to remember. The de-
lirium which accompanied the Sever
that had attacked me returned. all
was chaos.
Several months elapsed ere l recov
cred, and since that time my days have
been passed in tears and prayers at her
grave, my nights in dreaming OF her
goodness, her love, and my terrible
sin. Years have rolled awaw since she
was consigned to the tomb-years of
suffering, of remorse, in which l clothed
my spirit with sackcloth, and heaped
ashes on my head. Ny deep repent
ance has, 1 fervently hope, at length
procured forgiveness. Last night she
smiled upon me in my dreams, and
beckoned me away. Ere many days /
shall cross the portal of that mystic
land where sorrow comesnot; and for
getting my crime, shall abide with
my angel forever and ever.