Ashtabula telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1874-1880, 1874-06-27

: hoarse, rapid, eager, ana with tol
| eign accent.
| In all instant | was almost ma
! with jealousy. The well-dresse,
foreign beggar-my wife's sorroy
and her mysterious conduct-he
withdrawal from my companionshiI
and my chamber-her frequent in
: dispositions-the bountiful meal
consumed at such times her aver
sion to my caresses-and all that haC
happened since the day l had sur
prised my wife and the beggar, link
ed itself together in one strong chair
of damning evidence against my
wife. She had loved the foreigner
she had brought him INTO the
house of the man he was wronging-
she had secreted him in the rooms
she knew were safe from intrusion
she had even fed him from her hus-
bands table.
A terrible calm succeeded my fu-
ry, but found me cruel, vengetul and
merciless. 1 would surprise them.
l would quickly and severely sIay
them, and then, taking my little
daughter, l would fly from the home
which had SO terribly disgraced
me-
Hastily 1 threw open the door, but
it turned noiselessly on its hinges
without disturbing the occupants of
the room, and revealed to me a scene
which struck me dumb. On the pill
low of the dainty couch of my lost
wife lay the worn, wasted, unmista-
kable tace of Anita Lozatos! By
the bedside clad III white, with her
golden hair unbound, and rippling
over her face and shoulders, stood
Eunice. Her eyes were full of tears
while all the tenderness of pity, sor-
row and d-compassion heightened the
beauty of her pure features into
something almost angelic. One of
her hands were tightly held by Ami
ia, with the other she was pointing
upward.
"Forg1ye me again." groaned An
ita, hoarsely, "for the pain my pres
ence has given you.''
"Ask forgiveness of God; I have
only done my Duty" replied Eu-
nice.
''The years of pain 1 have given
HERBERT" continued Anita; can he
ever forgive
"Ask God," said Eunice, still
pointing upward.
"Ah, yes, my sister," said Anita,
''but / am not saint like you. God
has all His angels to comfort Him l
sinned, but Herbert was alone in his
sorrow. Do you think he will for
give my soul after 1t has left my
body?"
"He will forgive you now," replied
Eunice, ''His Is noble soul, and
he is-your husband. Let me bring
him."
"Oh do not! dare not meet him!
Before 1 could tell him all, he would
curse mel" cried Anita, shuddering
and shutting her eyes as if-tO hide
some dreadful sight.
"You do not know him. He is
honor itself. Whatever is pitiful,
honorable, manly, Christian, that is
Herbert. He shall forgive you, re-
piled Eunice.
"He wiIlr' l cried, advancing to
the bedside. Eunice started; Anita,
with @lld cry, hid her face in the
pillow.
@Your wife is DYING whispered
Eunice. She has suffered terribly.
Be to her all you can in her few re-
moments. y Aud IN an in
slant Eunice disappeared.
Tenderly l raised Anita in my
arms and kissed her brow. She open
ed her eyes and gazed into mine
with look at once glad and i'm
ploring.
"Herbert," she whispered, 81 was
on that very night, but
repented before got outside the
grounds. Ipursued my temper as if
[ were mad. l hurried back to Sc
cure my note before you should see
it, but arrived only in time to see
you fall. Then l ran away-I know
not where-but lnever dared to
come back to yon. was swept
overheard at sea once, and before l
was rescued l was smitten by ter
rible cold from which l never recov-
cred. When l found l must die l
dragged myself here, disguised in
male attire, to look at you once more. |
Your noble wife recognized me, and
[ told her my story. couldn't help
tit seemed like confessing to
pure angel. She declared she would
ell you; that l should have my law
;ul husband, and she would leave you
forever. Ionly prevented her by VOW
ng to kill myself if she did. Then
she declared these rooms were mine;
hat | should live in them; she fore
ID mel to come; | didnot want to. She
lad fed me; she had comfOrted me;
he has been doctor and priest to
ne. She-oh, God!'
Anita stopped suddenly and strug-
lied for breath. L gently brushed
Ter heavy black hair from her tenn
lies. Again she spoke;
Herbert, hear my last words;
hey are true, as I hope for mercy.
No lips but yours ever touched mine
mo arms but yours were ever
Iround me. For a few hours my
leart forgot you, and for each hour
have paid a year of suffering. Was
t enough?"
Her great dark eyes struggled
.gainst their fate as they looked for
ny coming answer; her pale, thin
ips, once SO rich and red, now
witched nervously. For an instant
pressed her tenderly to my heart,
md when | again looked at her, her
yields were dropping over the eyes
n which deaths dimness could not
lide the love that was there, while
Ter lips were breaking into the smile
Which never left them. A moment
ater Anita Lozatos stood at the Dar
# the Judge who knew OF her atone
nent as we'll as Of her sin Il
went in search sof Ennlce ana
onnd ber sobhing on the bed. u
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