Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1872-06-08
THE FROZEN HEART:
OR,
Jurics and Injuries.
A TALE OF THE TIMES.

Twas leap year. olivia u Erin
ger sat on an elegant faateuat, adorned
with field gules, with the chaste
motto, "pense- moi, Our heroine
was sad. Her life was blighted by a
union to one who could not under
stand and sympathize with her finer
nature. She sighed for an affinity.
The door bell rang. She looked up
listlessl y at the entrance of manly
form. 1t was that of her family
physician, Dr. Pillsbury. A strange,
magnetic chord in her heart thrilled
at his approach. Here was a being
whom she could love.
Or hate
Madame, | called to inquire after
my patient, my friend, d Erringer.
Olivia drew herself up to her full
height, and flashed an elegant glance.
Sir, can st minister to mind dis
eased ~
Il beg your pardon, but"
She interrupted him with mean
ing gesture; then, melting in all wo-
manly tenderness, she fell upon his
neck, and said
Doctor Pillsbury, dear Doctor
Pillsbury, l know what you would
say It's enough. You love me
| am thine.
But Madame, | assure you-think
for moment-my friend, D Erin
GER
Olivia touched a bell. An obse-
quious servant appeared Olivia open
ed her secretoric, took out a phial, and
handed it to the servant with a sig
nifcant gesture in the direction of the
invalid's chamber.
CHAPTER II-SCORSED
Olivia waited in silence the mental s
return. He came in and said, with
bow,
Madame It's done"
Enough Inform the undertaken, -
Turning to her guest, with winning
smile, she said
Dear Doctor PillSbury, the upas
tree Of our happiness is fallen !, Be
mine
Doctor Pillsbury was COMPOUNDED
for a moment then replied:
There is my wife.
Olivia frowned darkly.
Man, are there not divorce courts ?'
she Kissed rather than spoke
But my children" he feebiy re-
monstrated.
OllYla smiled scornfullv.
And you call yourself a doctor,
she said contemptuously.
"But," urged the unfeeling wretch,
"there is some misconception. l do
not
Enough !" she shrieked "Vile
dissembler, you would crush a loving
bosom You would trihe with a gen
tie heart !" She drew condensed
navy Of elegant workmanship.
" go to an early grave, but not
unavenged Die, villain!
He died
CHAPTER 1II-VILLAINY BAFFLED.
A coroner s jury sat on two sets of
remains. They brought in a verdict
of murder against Olivia
She smiled calmly and with quiet,
womanly tact invited the jury to
lunch.
She waited on them with outward
composure, but with an aching heart.
The obsequious servant waited on
them also
Then the martyr went to her dun
geon.
The jury died that day simultanc-
ously of peculier disease, Unfeel-
ing calumny pointed the finger CT
suspicion at our heroine.
She smiled calmly.
ctr,prEy Iy-NSOCrycE TRIJ'NpJI
A miscreant who had read the
newspaper was expelled from the jury
box. A doublydyed wretch who
could tell black from white, was also
put out. Three dark and bloody des-
peradoes, who pleaded guilty of COM
mon sense, were also excluded.
Twelve. sympathetic idiots, duly
proven to know nothing of the case,
and to be incapable of forming an
opinion about anything, were selected.
A bully for the defense.
A "chivalrous gentleman for the
prosecution.
A martyr in the dock.
An owl on the bench.
Two rival doctors, testifying as to
| the cause of demise.
A lunacy commissioner, to prove
that crime was insanity, as he always
treated insanity as crime.