Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1872-04-18

any creature go on as she III my me, anu
/ hope. in Gods mercy, that | never
may. When spoke to her at last, she
rallied out at me, ito be gone and leave
her alone, for | had murdered HIM L
think her mind had entirely lost its bal
ance. 1 knocked at the door OF the next
house. and babe the woman go to her,
for could do nothing. They had taken
her upstairs, when the heavy tramp OF
the men with the litter was heard with
out.
s.He has shown no symptoms OF re-
turning consciousness, [ suppose Z" L
said to Fleet.
consciousness should think not,
when he was dead even before Jones
had lifted him from the earth. L was
answered. When the body was laid out
in spite of the horror that came over
me by its presence-I looked at it. L
knew that he was dead, as dead as you
or will be when we have slept beneath
the sod thousand years. And yet, l
could not divest myself of the idea that
there was latent expression of conscl-
ousness about the face. | saw it, through
the CONCEALED blood upon his temple
even after | had touched his brow with
nv fingers and found it colder than the
marble slab upon the table close at hand.
No wonder they should tell me L was
white and sick Men have been pale
with far less cause.
They sent me home with young tel
low named Compton. He and L, ana
some others, were to sit up next night.
had not slept one wink when the day
dawned again; but | was glad to walk
about beneath the light of the sun, and
be able to talk of that fearful accident
with my fellow tOwnsmen, though III a
strange and subdued voice. When the
evening came, | went back to the wild
owed house again. The horror of the
thing seemed as fresh upon them all as
in this calamity, with eyes on which the
mist of tears had gathered ever and anon
and talked-if it all-in huShed whispers
to each other.
1t was an Old-fashiOned way, and we
were sitting in the room with the corpse.
1t was considerably past midnight, when
| took little book from the table, on
which the pot of coffee had been placed,
and began to read Soon after this,
three of the men proposed a walk; but
as Charley Fleet and Compton were tC
remain, | said nothing. | was still read
/ my, DIS NlUC dNdhC anu do 1lCC LA'IlI
fear as I ever was in my life, when the
same shudder have spoken twice before
ran over me from head to foot, anC
frOze the blood in my veins. The book
dropped from my hands. | looked VI
and saw Fleet and Compton both ASLEEP
in their chairs, | strOve to call them, but
my tongue refused to utter sound
| And again the sound | had heard upon
the portico came back to me, in low, dis,
tinct tones; Hurry to the dispensary, OF
it will be too late; Mary is there. My
spirit cannot longer strive with her; il
is departing from earth. | turned my
head with a fearful sort of attraction
toward the body. The sheet was turned
down and the face exposed to view.
The ghastliness of death was still there
but the face looked at me.
MY God, Compton, look, look at
that" He sprang to his feet in an in
slant.
"How did it happen? Where are
they all? His wife must have been here
while we were doing" knew that
had never been further from sleep; but
his voice treasured me, although he sale
he had heard nothing, and | rose hasti
ly.
Quick to the dispensary :" He fol
/ lowed me in amaZement to the little
house, where Fenton Atwick had kept &
supply of medicine, which he often dis
trihuted gratis to the hands of factory
five miles down the river | hastily
pushed the door open, and beheld Mrs.
Atwick standing by desk
AS l sprang forward she fell face
downward on the floor We lifted hel
to a sofa, but she was dead
A phial of prussic acid was open on
the desk