The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1875-02-16

spectacle, and looking toward the win
dow. There beheld, at the back of the
house, the figure of a woman, which I
Immediately /, recognized as Beatrice
Snaril. 1t was enough. was in that
instant converted into 11end. utter
cd savage yell, and the next moment
was by her side. s g. s'.rg
The struggle that ensued was frightful
1t was vindicive rage, aggravated by
madness, opposed to fear and despair.-
We confronted each other for some Sec
onds, the very impersonations of these
violent passions. She was a large and
unusually powerful woman, but l raised
her at arms length almost on level
with my head, and dashed her on the
ground, Thenslie clung about my knees,
| pleading by theilope had once profess
ed for her, by the love and truth Tor me
which she had always fondly cherished
in her heart, by the weakness of her sex.
by her yoath and g,iltlessness, by the
common principles of mercy and hu-
manity. O!spare her spare her! spare
her! and do not punish thus so slight an
injury, Guiltless9 so slight an injury
The image of my poor, golden-haired
love, lying murdered, rose before me-
The woman is taunting me even now, but
not for long--not for long ef
This turf is very soft but yonder to
the left is pile Of stones-those will do
-ha! ha! come along woman, devil
fend, and pay for your crime. She
struggles fiercely, ly,desperately,abu I hold
her fast, and drag her rapidly over the
flower bed, over the gravel walk; and
now we are arrived at the stones "A ter.
ribIc shriek. Ha! ha! we'll soon stop
that-thump! .sh. o.
"Oh, horror! would you murder ar
innocent woman?" 81 xlaIsIfsS
/ 5"0h, dewitt you shall die,' {thump
thump, "with lie on your lips"
Thump, thump, thump.
And then face, bloody, ghastly, ant
terrible, rises before me, and fixes it
eyes for moment upon mine. Ther
there is violent but brief struggle. {
deep and hollow groan, and it is; all ovel
and l am alone. -, = -
That was it, / was alone. Yes, bu
what is that thing lying on the ground
before me-? IT'S, the form, of woman
| have murdered No-yes, it must b.
so. ! seemed to be returning to my
self. Consciousness was dawning, ant
IFstood petrifed with horror and grief
| turned and walked mechanically toward
the house. There was some one stand
ing in the door. 1t was Fanny,my: wife!
dressing maid. stared stupidity at he
forla little time, and then cried sudden.
ly: isTsdhs sT'eisse5 ayei-
"Girl, your mistress is dead r
"Hesven forbid, sir; why do you say
that2 The poor lady has only tainted
You see, sir, the way of it was, wa.
using the big knife to trimoff the shrub
beryln front Of the house, and Lieut. MI
hand, cut iay fiager nearly off. i Ian u
stairs to get my mistress to tie it up, bu
the sight Of the blood made the pretty
dear faint l was little scared abou
my hand, it was bleeding so, and / rar
over to the drug store, hoping to NEE
you on the way. The gentleman kind
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did not stop to hear more, but turn
ed and fed. ran on wildly till fell tt
the ground from exhaustion, and lay
trembling and painting like hunted ami
NAL. l wandered about the country 70
several days, prey to desolation ant
despair, until arrested by. the hand 0
justice, to be kindly judged and compass
sionatelY acquitted. But-not by my owl
conscience. tt. r,.,
That ghastly form haunts me, a relent
. less and avenging specter, to the exclu
, sion Of all peace and rest; and will con
!, tiDue to haunt me to the end of mi
wretched existence In this life hav,
no hope land for the next-as l am veal
He is powerful, as was ruthless He il
merGiful. ...-..- .,....y... r .,..