The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1874-08-04
THE UNFAITHFUL GUARDIAN.
CONCLUDED.

CONCLUDED.
SsTTUSH, Nellie, you make me trem-
IL BILE; you are too young, too in
nocent to fathom treachery like his. He
has caused my ruin, have no proof but ]
feel it,
"Why, why?"
"He hates me-long ago he swore to be
avenged, because, because-oh, Nellie, !
cannot tell you know that he has done
it all--my husbands death my own
wretchedness Come with me, Nellie,
cannot breathe in this house-he may re-
turn and 1 shall lose you forever"
"Be calm, Catharine, there is no dan
ger"
"Oh, tremble, tremble ~
She clutched the table with such force
that the casket fell upon the floor with a
dull heavy sound, which made both shud-
der with fright.
"It is only that casket," said Nellie,
after an instant, "the papers have fallen
out"
She stopped and picked up the roll of
manuscript. AS she did so the leaves fell
apart, and one duttered to Catharine's S
feet. She took it up--her eye fell upon
the hurriedly written lines.
"This writing" she gasped, "this
writing-what is it ?-whose, Nellie?'
"I don't know, found it here p
Catharine grasped the sheets, turned
them over hastily, yet closely scanning
each page, while Nellie stood frightened at
the whiteness of her face.
"At last p she murmured, cat last p
She fell back in chair-her eyes closed,
the manuscript dropped from her hand and
slid slowly to the floor.
When Robert Morris entered the room
alarmed at his companions long delay, he
found Catharine still insensible, and Nellie
leaning over her with passionate tears and
words of wild endearment.
It was many moments, in spite of their
united efforts, before Catharine recovered
from that heavy swoon. She opened her
eyes with start, muttering some incoher-
ent words like one suddenly awakened
from deep slumber.
"Sister, sisterr' exclaimed Nellie,
"what has happened to you9--is it a new
sorrow?"
Catharine's eyes fell upon the manu-
script at her feet--she snatched it with a
faint cry, repeating quickly,
"It is joy, joy-I AMI am-oh, told
you how innocent was-thank God
thank God p
"speak, what is it9" urged Nellie and
Robert, in the same breath, edo speak,
Catharine."
"Here--look-the letters-this manu-
script-the words are the same William IS
writing, and he, William, recognized the
letters !''
Nellie looked at her in bewildered aston
ishment, but Robert seized the letters
which she drew from her dress, and began
comparing them with the pages of the
manuscript to which she pointed. Catha-
rine was shaking with a nervous tremor,
unable to speak, but he understood the ag-
onized appeal in her eyes.
at is no deception, Catharine-you are
saved understand 1t all--look here,
this is an old story of Williams left un-
flnished-that man has stolen it and copied
the letters Look look Where was It
found?"
"In that casket," answered Nellie 81
found it. What is it, obert?--what is
it?"
"The proofs, the proofs y gasped Cath
arine. "Don't you hear, Nellie, / have
them--I am righted at last p
She strained Nellie to her in long en-
brace, wetting her face with her tears, but
very quiet in the deep thankfulness Of her
soul. They allowed her to weep until she
could once more look up, when a serene
joy broke through the grief which had so
long obscured the brightness Of her face.
"Tcll me ALL, repeated Nellie "Iam
so bewiIdered."