The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1876-03-16

perhaps you have suspected,
then" be began in guivgring VOICE.
Not calmly, but viii: the HnTjs 81
sn accuser, I told him what had
seen, and thought and felt
"Sir," said he, in t1ues which J
shall never forget, i'if hsye sinne1i
Gcd in heaven knows that have sui
/ fered aud If in F.'s bereavement hS
has cursed me, that curse - fearfaily
fulfilled Poor Mary y cying-hA'
bee1 dying for months, and | hsv'
known il. It mas been fcr b1s to ses
I tbs failiug step-tiie dinnink eye
| it Is for me nov to see ti:e terrisj'
struggles of her nearly worn o1i
/ frame; 1t is for me 10 listen To he
/ language Of remOrse that sometime
almost drives NE mad Yes med-
maG-mad," he said in frenzy Tisins
and crossing the fihor win long
hasty strid. . Then buryiHs iiis fsc'
la his hands, exclaimed, Zoo late
too lste-I have re9eB;e1." Their
was long pause, aim I've coBtiHuy'
more eainly. mo human m-aI-
can now restore my poor ej'npanion
! Her moral sensibiiities become NOR
and more acute as she fails a
strength, SO that she reprOacS IS her
self constantly
A weary, nOurnfuI sigh broke frou
| his lips, as IL his heart would break.
90! IL he knew" hs exclaim0,
how hitter penalty she is paying fci
the outrage she has committed uppr
him, he would pity ber-Ant, IL e'ule
be, forgive" At
ssWH you see her, SIR ?ih
shraak from the Very Thought
'sShe has asked for you, SIR da n-Ji
deny her request Hearing Ghst you
came from America, she entreatet
me t0 bring you 10 her. I prODise
that would"
81 Will 60, then"
Up the cool, wide. m itte1 Stairs Ia
led me, into a chamber oriental In it,
furnishing, its chaste maguificencs.
There, half reclining III n wide
easy cllair-a costly shawl of Lace cast
over her attenuatsd shoulders Z; the
rich dres sing gown eiiHgjng and hol-
lowed to tae ravages sickness had
mRde-sa. one whose great beauty
aud once gentle gifts made the light
and lOveliness OF q sacred home.
BHt not o pity pity :
The eyes only retained their lustre ;
they were wofIiIy sunkeiii The blaz-
ing fire, kindled at ths vitsls, baraed
upon her sharpened cheeks burnsi
more fierceIy, more hOJly, as she
looked upon my face I could think
no more OF anger could only say to
myself, "Oh, now sorry am fJr
you 90. Sic
She knew, probably by her bus-
bands manner that | wzs aware Ol
their circumstances.
Her first question was
"Are you going back tn America,
sir ?" -
The hollow voice startled me- |
seemed to see an open sepulcher
told her that it was not my intention
TO return at present.
"Oh, then who viii take my little
child back to her father ?' she cried,
The tears falling. "I ael dying, and
she must go back to him 1t Is the
only reparation Team make-3ud lit
tie enough-for the bitter wrong I
have done them"
"I hoped. sir, you might sea him. .
she added a moment aftsr, checking
her sobs (; 81 hoped you might tell
him that his image is before me from
morning till night, as knew he must
have looked when the first shock
came. Oh, sir, tell him my story.
Warn, oh, warn everybody Tell
him have suffered through the long,
long hours these many weary years
-ah God only knows how deep
ly."
"Mary, you must control your feel
ings,n said my host gently.
= "Let me talk while l may" was
the answer "Let me say that since
the day l left my home / have not
known a single hour of hgpplness. 1t
was always to come-8lways Just
ahead-and here is what has come
the grave is opening, and L must go
to judgment. Oh, how bitterly have
I paid for any sin. Forgive me, on,
my God, forgive ~
1t was q solemn hour, that which |
spent by that dying penitent. Prayer
she listened to-she did not seem to
Join, CT, if she did, she gave no out
ward sign. Remorse had worn away
all her beauty even more than illness
She looked to the future with a dis
pairing kind of hope, aud feeble
faith.
Reader, the misguided woman Of
Ceylon lies beneath the stately branch
es of the palm tree. Her sweet child
never met her father in her native
land. She sleeps under the troubled
waters Of the great wide sea. Where
the betrsyer wanders, 1 cannot tell,
for him. How often rings that holi0w
voice in my ear, "rell him my story
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