The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1875-05-13
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perfume Of ambergFis, whish her
husbands hair and garments were
SlNays; imp gnated aoated plap
tie air, and low, counterfeited voice
lbreathed forth the words: Fist; e
da;.lye you hers, 6ye2s directed her
I.pward HIM. q
She stretched forth her hand, With
a whispered : and graspea At
something which SHE rec6g aized as
Ithe embroidered tan worn bgs the
princely house o In the nexs
moment the arms d the impatient
oysr xelg thrown around her, and
e was drawn to him. siaa passion
late embrace. Transported to fury
thestsnaer endeatneg5 which
Eshe knev vas not In dcd for iess
6nE oi III unworthy aliq
srea nag s1ss the deadliestzxeng.
ieance forshet wrongs the Outraged
wife thrust herlhaadinto bef bosom,
drew from theacesa a poignasd, and,
raising it-on 6gls plunged it .ints
the faithless heart that :heat against
her own. The blow5was dealt with
such unerring aim that the victim
could only utter an 'indistinct sound,
and relaxing the grasp with which
he held her SO closely. embraced, fell
heavily to the ground. 'Thsra drew
her breath and listened moment; a
.gurgling noise in the, throat of the
murdered man was atLthat shc. could
distinguish. Then followed a death:
like silence. Terror and remorse
suddenly ovcrcan,e her for the deed,
which in a moment Of frenziea ex-
citement, she had ferpetrateds and
turning hastily from the fatal spot,
Fshe rushed toward her home.
The first object that met her eye
when she entered the house was her
husband! There he stood unharmed,
surrounded by hisattendants, and in
his riding dress, just ashc had alisht-
ed from his horse, and {, tranquil
smile upon his lips as he inquired
whether the princess was in her ap:
artment.
"You here?" she shrieked, running
up to him. q have not killed you
then. Thank heaven, l have not
killed you.7 And shcfell gasping at
his feet.
s3eGhe priaeess!s CALCULATED :her
husband, bcwildcred at the sighss5l
her disguise, and herviolent ,ehotion
land raising her'from the ground;
said, what means this frenzy, and
why are you so strangely disguised@'
But she answered him not. With
her distended eyes wildly fixed upon
him, she passed her hands repeated
.ly over his bosom, and muttered to
herself, no poignard, no wound,-
and yet struck him there, and felt
his hot blood sush forth upon my
hand. All! see, she continued, shud-
dering, ''there it is" and, holding up
her hand as she spoke, the crimson
drops that stained it attested the
truth of some fearful deed being con-
nected with her observation-disclosures
sation.
"Thyra, dearest love-" said the
Bovard, in soothing accents, "some-
thing has terrified you; but YOU are
safe now,-I am here to protect you.
Tell me what is the meaning of all
this agitation? What means all this
blood?'
,sYou, Neda-thc sycamore grove!"
she uttered in broken cries. "Were
you not there, now-just now to see
her?n
The prince shook his head in 81
lent CONSERVATION.
"Whom have l murdered them"
burst from the lips of the unhappy
woman, with thrilling shrek; and
starting, she fed with the speed Of a
maniac toward the fatal spot from
which she had recently returned. 4
The primo: and his attendants
quickly followed her, some of them
bearing lighted torches, butsuch was
the speed which the frenzied state Of
her feelings lent to her movements
that they only overlook her at the
moment Of her reaching the fountain.
There she suddenly stopped as il
rooted to the spot, and shuddering,
pointed to the ground. The Prince