The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1876-04-13
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convince you of this, you need only visit
| the old, uninhabited house bordering On
the river, about nine or ten this evening
when you viii undoubtedly surprise
Miss Reynolds and her lover, enjoying
one of their pleasant, loving interviews.
If should be mistaken, I will submit
to your censure but should you find it
| as I have predicted, you have only to
rush from your place of concealment,
charge her with perfdy, and renounce
her forever"
OF all the plaques, of all the torments,
of all the curses which torture the soul,
jealousy of q rival in love is the worst.
Enraged, confounded, and astonished
it seemed as though my bosom would
instantaneously burst. To conceal my
emotions, left ny sisters apartments,
| after having. thanked her for her infor-
nation, and proceeded to obey her in
functions. I retired to my room, and
there poured out my execrations.
s'Cursed woman i' [ cried, sis it thus
yOb iSistieS pSiiNACl IOfC. oOuiu IL
vague report of my Inconsistency drive
you to infdelity? Did not my letters
breathe constant alteration, and did not
yours portray the same sincerity of afec-
ton? No; it was that wretched passion
for novelty, which more or less holds a
predominancy over your whole sex. To
a new lover you will sacrifice your most
sacred engagements, though made in the
| face of heaven !"
| Thus did I rave through the entire
day. The proceedings Of that day are a
vacuum in my memory. Every fend
in Hades were pointing their scared bony
| fingers at me, and, with derisive sneer
| ing, laughter, and sarcastic tones, were
urging me on to revenge.
Through the whole of that day I was
q raving, frantic maniac. was hope
lessly and incurably a victim of that
worst of all passions, jealousy. Slowly
the day wore away. At last the sun went
down. Better for me had it been posi-
| bic for that bright orb to have remained
immovable for all time.
| It was beautiful summer sunset.
The fast receding rays, as they inger-
ingly rested upon the topmost crest of q
distant mountain, engulfng its base in
pall-Eke gloom, and slantingly beamed
upon the dancing, shimmering waves of
| the silent river, threw back mixture of
shade and sunshine which plainly told
that night was approaching. Night, oh,
| fatal night
pleasant garb. The caroIing of the
birds, the purling rivulets, grand old
forest, majestic river, and twinkling
stars were all lovely.
But in the midst of this soul -enchant-
ing scenery. appeared a cloud, a mere
| speck at first, but which rapidly in
creased. Bright sheets of lightning be-
gan to flash along the darkening heavens
and the low rumbling of distant thun-
der, resembling the harsh growing of
| ferocious beasts, announced the coming
| ooOAih' Afi5OA fblAst 1hI SCI grew CilC
clouds louder and louder pealed the
thunder, while the lightning fairly flood
ed the gloomy heavens with a stream of
eccentric light.
And there I sat in my room, occasion
ally giving vent to outbursts demoni-
acal laughter. Black and terrible as was
the scene without, it was nothing to the
storm of raging passions that were howl
ing in my breast. The storm continued.
A deep, hollow, distant roar announced
the approach of summoned winds. The
whole forest bowed in awful grandeur,
as from its dark bosom rushed the i'm
| petuous hurricane, twisting of, or tear
| ing up by the roots the stoutest trees,
and whirling the heaviest branches
Deep night now filled the atmosphere
The rain poured in torrents /; the wind
| adjacent groves the river ragged and
roared fierce lightning rent the heavens
alternately, involving the world in the
sheeted flame of it's many colored fires;
thunders burst with horrid din, bound
ing and reverberating among the sur
rounding woods, hills, and valleys, until
| it seemed nothing less than the crash of
worlds resounding through the universe.
The whole scene was majestically grand.
The clock struck the hour of ten. I
| sprang from my seat, and rushed into
| the street. The "trysting hour" had
| come, but the storm without had made
| me oblivious to the hell within. The
scenes, externally and internally, were
weil-ftting to the black and damning
deed I was that night destined to per-
| form.
| was alone in the street. Not one of
the hardy inhabitants of that town dared
venture out on such an evening as that
On went, with burning fever consum-
| ing my inmost soul. On and on, unmind-
| full of the terrible aspect of the raging
elements. The boiling, seething, turbu-
lent river, as it flowed angrily on, the
bowling winds, the lurid lightning, the
loud bolts of thunder, were uncared for
and unheeded by me. arrived in view
of the old house by the river side. L
looked-au was dark, silent and gloomy.
I closed my eyes, clenched my hands,
and swore by the black heavens above
me to be avenged.