The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1873-11-19


lhcso virtues she has done tht
toulcst wrong that woman over
committed.
Come with ME to the City O
the Silent. Here we are under
the green trees and among the
flowers and birds: where the
bright sun is bathing every grave
with light. Bat the dwellers here
heed not flower or bird, and We
tread above their buried heads
reading the number Of their days
OF earth and the piouS sentences
on their tombs.
All here is something that is 9
model of beauty, erected by 4 loV
ing wife in memory of a beloved
husband. Do you guess who that
mourning creature can DC
You saw her today; twas she oI
the dainty foot. DO you know
how that beloved husband died
She killed him. Killed him just as
surely rs if she had sent a knife tc
the baft unto his great loving, un
happy heart. lie had his life in
surcd for her benefit, and she is
living on bloodmoney. Yes, ia
the sight Of God and the angels
she slew him cruelty (though the
world won't say so,) and then
built the marble above his broken
heart, and cut deep into its face
lie as foul as ever damned q soul
Don't think this is q fiction
Would to heaven it were so! Bu,
let as turn to our story.
Wesley Howard rested his head
between his hands and allowed the
ring she had given him TO fall up.
on the table us he murmurcd:
Though many faults deiaecd nc,
Cnul3 no other arm bp fnuui
Than The one which once embraced me-
To int1ict curcless wound -
Finally he drew his handkerchief
across his eyes and ncrvously
grasping I pile Of writing paper,
dipped his pen into the inkstand
and wrote never ccasing until
morning was breaking over the
chimney-tops and his lamp had
burned out. There they found
him cold and dead, sitting in his
chair. the pen still clatched be.
tween his fingers, and his dull
eyes s.raining down at his work
The lying world wrote him down
a suicide by poison, when nothing
had passed his poor, pale lips but
the water he drank from tho tum
bier beside him. Here is his mar,
ratiye
1 met Julia May at one Of the
fashionable watering places of oul
country. She was there under
care Of some friends. She was
not strictly beautiful, but she hac
an attractive face, with clear blue
eyes and light brown hair, while
her stature was rather under size
What I admired most about hel
was the perfect frankness of hel
manners. [ had no idea Of loving
her when We met; but love her !
did, soon after we became &C
quainted. She was an excellent
musician, and | was passionatelJ
fond Of music.
The time at length came for thu
sojourners to depart TO their respec
tive homes, and I was happy t.
know that Julia and myself were
to travel together, as we both liv
ed in the same city.
On our way, while seated in th'
cars, she gave me u brief history
Of her life. She was an orphan
and made her home with ! Made,
aunt, who lived in an old-fashior
way, and whose money-bags wer'
pretty we'll filed. Her father hat
been lost at sea, and her mothe
died within a year of her husband
Julia waA then o child, and she, o
course. could not estimate her loss
But, poor thing, she discovered j
afterward. Her aunt was harsl
woman, au4 though she clothed
and fed her and gave her an edu
cation, she did it grudgingly, ane
Julia was made te Rsei her depend
encc. Before wo arrived at ou
destination I had received permis
sion to call at her home, at my re
Quest she was to inform her aun
in regard to my name and ad
| dress.
1t was several days after I ha
been at home that I started tt
visit Julia May. The house was a
old fashioned brick building set We
back from the street, having & dee
garden filed with shade and fruit
trees. In fact, it was one of th
old time landmarks that we some
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