The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1875-03-09

an express wagon driven at the top OF
its speed in the direction of field w.
ing outside the town. There were sey.
eral men In itand they appeared to be
struggling.
He leaped from the balcony leap
whic', might have killed or disabled
him, if he had not been borne on the
wings Of Excitement Panting, aImo st
breathless, looking stealily ahead, he
ran on in the direction the wagon had
taken.
1t had disappeared; there was Goa
fused mass OF people in the distance !;
lie ran toward them until he had passed
the stragglers of the mob. There was
a crowd further on, ABOUT q clunp oi
trees, and Fsesehsly it Appeared to
break up and scatter. He did not stop
to inquire OF the men he passed. They
were apparently hurrying away from
some painful scene, with guilt-stricken,
hewillcred faces. A terrible pre.noni
ton urged him or, and gave strength to
lis limbs.
Suddenly he stopped as by a convul
sive movement. There was a curious
black object beneath the green branches
Of The trecs-the form of man, tig-
ure hanging stiff and solemn against
the evening sky, the head dropping
woefully on the breast, the arms bound
to the sides. 1t was the suspended
corpse of Harry Jorlan-there mock
ing the bright day, the beauty and peace
of nature, the ghastly work of man s
wickedness!
"Why does he not come p And the
woman who hal 50 prayed in the morn
ing for the freedom and return of her
husband, and an hour ago had received
such message of happiness, looked wst
fully out on the long road. She reason.
ed with herself that he had delayed to
receive the Congratulations of lis
friends but should not her love and
her anxiety been first considered, and
she framed in her mind a reproof fol
the truant, and dallied with the thought
of the preterces of anger with whicl
she should receive him.
-Four hours, five hours passed since
the happy news of the messenger, and
the sun was sinking to the verge of the
horizon. Its solitude deepened YET
she reasoned there could be no good
occasion to dis quiet and distress herself
since the crisis she lad dreaded had
passed, and Heaven had been so gooG
to her. But love. is more vigilant thar
patient; and as again and again she
turned from the window that looked out
on the long road, it was to pace the
room with inpatient steps, and mu.tered
fancies of resentment against the mar
who kept her passionate affection SC
long waiting.
The sun was nearly down But or
the long road at last was the figure of {
horseman-a single horseman. CoulG
! it bee he2 Her heart beat quickly. al
sue advanced toward the gate, watching
anxiously the approaching figure. Why
should he ride so slowly 7 Presently i;
look of pleasant recognition lighted "
her face, succeeded instantly by shad
ow cf alarm and anxiety. 1t was Jobr
Maitland-and alone Hiding slowly
thoughtfully toward her.
She rushed to him, almost breathles:
with questions.
:Where is Harry, my husband Why
| is he, not here with YOU? Nv Heaven
what means this? What is this solem
nifty, this hesitation2 read something
dreadful in your face" aa.aaApl4
He turned to her the full, expression
of that face. He gazed into her eyes
AS if unable or unwilling to speak hi
pointed to the palilg sky above theil
heads. % 5ld hsa /.
"What2 she gasped.
"He is dead "' .qs.i
Falling heavily in his arms, withou
shrek, or wall, or moan, tho unhappy
woman had tainted. Happy for her i
it had been the Inconsistencies of death
for all the wealth of lie had been rob
bed from her in those few words; ant
the broken hearted in this world liy,
only in the tortures Of memory!
| And SO the brief course of one SUI
had measured all of one human life
from EXTREMIST happiness to extremes
misery; and in one short summer day ;
heart bad broken forever. /.