Connecticut western news., 1876-04-07
THE WAGES OF SIN.
An Affecting Family History with . suita. bic Moral.

An Affecting Family History with . suita bic Moral.
 A few days ago the Cleveland Leade,
 gave in special telegram from Sandus
 ky the substance of an account given b,
 a man who had found in Ceylon MT
 Harlow Case, collector of the port o
 Sandusky in 1850, who defaulted an6
 run away with the wife of his deputy
 The paper completes the story, giving
 the full narrative of the traveller, who
 found the guilty pair living in afduenI
 style in Ceylon. He visited their house,
 and, after fine dinner, the following
 took place: o.9
 "Sir," said he, in tones which I shall
 never forget, eff I have sinned, God in
 heaven knows that have suffered; and
 If in F. s bereavement he has cursed me,
 that curse is fearfully fulfilled. Poor
 Mary is dying-has been dying fo,
 months, and I have known it. It has
 been for me to see the failing step-the
 dlmming eye; it is for me now to see
 the terrible struggles of her nearly worn out frame; it is for me to listen to her language of remorse that sometimes almost drives me mad. Yes, mad, mad p
 he said, in frenzy, rising and crossing the floor with long, nasty strides. Then
 burying his face in his hands, he ex- claimed: "Too late too latel I have repentedl" There was long pause, and he continued, calmly: "No human means can now restore my poor com panion. Her moral sensibilities become more and more acute as she fails in strength, so that she reproaches herself constantly. A weary, mournful sigh broke from his lips as if his heart would break. "Oh, if he knew 1" he exclaimed again, eff he knew how bitter penalty she is paying for the outrage she had committed upon him, he would pity her and, if it could be, forgive. Will you see her, sir2"
 I shrunk from the very thought.
 "She has asked for you, sir :; do not deny her request. Hearing that you came from America, she entreated me to bring you to her. l promised that I would"
 1T will go, then"
 Up the cool, wide, matted stairs he led me, into chamber oriental in its furnishing and chaste: in it's magnifi- cence. There, half-reclining in 8 wide easy chair, costly shawl of lace cast over her attenuated shoulders, the rich dressing gown clinging and hollowed to the ravages sickness had made, sat one whose great beauty and once gentle gifts made the light and loveliness of the sacred home. The eyes only retained their luster they were woefully st1nken. The blazing fire, kindled at the vitals, burned upon her sharpened cheeks burned more fieroely, more hotly; as she looked upon my face. could think no more of anger I could only say to my self: ooh, how sorry am for you [" She knew, probably, by her husbands manner, that was aware of their cir cumstances. t-.e.,
 The first question was: "Are you going back to America, sir a''
 The hollow voice startled me. II seemed to see an open sepulcher. I told her that it was not my intention to re- turn at present. ooh, then, who will she cried, the tears falling. s'I am dy- ing, and she must go back to him. It IS the only reparation can make-and little enough-for the bitter wrong I have done them. l hoped, sir, you might see him,'' she added, moment after, checking her sobs; "I hoped you iAlSAV tOA u1uu bLdb LIS image IS D61Of0 l me from morning till night, as I know he must have looked when the first | shock came. Oh, sir, tell him my story. | Warn, oh, warn everybody. Tell him I | haveA suffered through the long, long | hours these many years-ah 1 God only | knows how deeply" "Mary, you must | control your feelings" said my host, gently. " Let me talk while I may" was the answer. "Let me say that since he day left home I have not known a single hour of happiness. It was always % come-always just ahead--and here is what has come-the grave is opening, md l must go to judgment. Oh, how bitterly have paid for my sin. Forgive ne, On, my God, forgive l"
 It was a solemn hour-that which I 'pent by that dying penitent. Prayer he listened to she did not seem to o1n, or If she did, she gave no outward ign. Remorse had worn away all her beauty, even more than illness. She ooked to the future with despairing lind of hope and feeble faith. Reader, he misguided woman of Ceylon lies be- leath the stately branches of the palm rec. Her sweet child never met her ather in her native land. She sleeps lnder the troubled waters of the great wild sea. Where the betrayer wanders cannot tell, but wherever it is, there is 10 peace for him. How often rings that follow voice in my ear "Tell him my tory. Warn, oh, warn everybody"