Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1876-05-08

state of Emily's mind. As soon as she
had finished, Harry arose, and paced
back and forth the room, striking his
clenched hands upon his breast.
''oh, my God, cried he, Il have
murdered my wife have ruined her
| have been the death of her /! Why did
l marry her? She warned me, but /
thought it woman's whim."
He continued to give vent to his ex-
cited feelings in broken sentences. AT
last turning to his aunt. he remarked:
EMILY shall yet see | can sacrifice
for her. This day-yes, this day, every
drop Of liquor / own, shall stream in the
filthy gutter, and all | have made by it
since L took that sacred vow, which
bound me to my wife. shall be put en-
tirely out of my control -
Horror thrilled through his aunt's
veins, and a cold chill ran over her
frame. She knew the nature of the man
and feared he might do violence to him
self.
But Harry was more sane than his
aunt imagined. For that day. while ev-
cry available means was put in action,
by which to gain information about En-
lily, Harry was employed in emptying
his hogsheads, casks and cases of liquor
into the gutter. A numerous throng as
sembled to witness the strange sight.
Some gloried in the sacrifice which would
result in the good of mankind, others
mourned the desecratlon, while all along
were groups of vagrants scooping up the
tempting stream as it passed through
the dirt and filth.
Il have done the deed" said Harry
sit was like tearing out my vitals, but
it is accomplished and am satisfied
"a noble deed, Harry, said his aunt,
''an act that will rejoice Emily's heart. "
The good woman buried her face in her
handkerchief and wept, for she thought
how improbable it was they would ever
see poor Emily alive
Another night was passed in the most
narrowing suspense. They had about
given up all hope of hearing from the
dear object of their solicitude, when a
messenger arrived with the intelligence
that lady answering to the description
was at house in B street. Filled
with fearful imaginings, they lost no
time in pressing on until they reached
the specified place. A single G lance told
the sad tale. For moment Harry and
his aunt gazed on the horror depicted in
each others countenances. Harry then
going towards Emily, who sat as still
and motiOnless as statue, spoke caress-
ingly to her. At the familiar sound of
his voice, she looked up, and laid her
pale cheek upon his shoulder. 1t was
the first sign Of consciousness there was
a visible struggle going on in her bosom
to gain mastery over her feelings, but,
wearied by fatigue and faint for want of
food, she struggled in vain.
Poor Emily had wandered about, she
knew not where, by day, and at night
was taken as a vagrant to the station
house with the vile and shameless of her
sex. The officer who had the charge of
Emily, was humane man; seeing her
disordered mind and destitute situation,
he took her home to his good wife, who
did all in her power for Emily's comfort,
but she would neither speak nor taste a
morsel of food. Kind and judicious
treatment soon restored her TO her right
mind, but much as she wished to 1--we
and make happy the object she most low
ed Oh earth, she felt an impressive warn
ing that Der days were numbered.
just three months from the time this
melancholy event occurred, the mourners
gathered around her bed Peacefully
her freed. soul sped its fight through
the gloom of the grave, to the realms Of
love and bliss, where no tears shall dim
the lustre of her eyes, or discordant note
jar the harmony of song.