The star of Pascagoula. [volume] (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1873-1878, 1877-01-05

UNlOfe VWlIt Nflli tUNs WHNiHf ~ WHVN'
blood relation he wat had sent him here,
and nov recalled him, on business ol The
commonwealth, and how he must obey;
leaving me only for q little while-'a
very little while I made him whisper
over and over, with my arms about bis
neck. And then he pulled from his Gn.
ger that ring, with its dark yellow stone
and the little bright pearls, and slipped
IL over mine.
The yummer crept on, and the hot days
shortened their fierce fires, and the Au-
gust haze was in the sky; the golden rod
shook out its plumes all along the dry,
dusty road, and the ragged white thistle
down blew here and there. | watched
ior the first change along TIE dark Dor
| dcrs Of the woods-fOr the red leaves, and
for Roger; but one morning ! woke up
and saw the white frost glittering on
| some blackened, dropping vines around
my window, and a broad splash Of scar.
| let, like blood, dashed across the maple
trees, and no lover came riding down the
road or straying through the Salem wood
to find me.
"Never, never more! had the last
kiss on my lips forever, for zone touched
them after Roger Vane. The leaves
turned crimson, and golden, and russell
brown, and withered and dropped from
the bare trees: the dark November days
glow ed over the land, and my lover never
came. No word had | from him-ne
sign | knew not if he we're among the
1 ,u;n. %. tln ,lnnl ,,ptil L,lann ItIa9
coming home in the early winter from a
weeks journey TO Boston, told me, as he
sat in the elbOw-chair by our hearth, that
he had seen gay young Roger Nane.
$50 | knew that Roger Vane was liv-
ing, and had forgotten me. could have
borne his death, | could not bear his
scorn. The bitterness of hell crept into
my soul, and taught me hatred OF all
mankind. | shrank away from the sight
of human faces, and in gloom and soil
tude ate my own heart away witt brood
ing upon its despair. 0 my vain beauty
o cruel dover that brought my fall
Two soft months of early summer,
against the long, dreary winters cold
the warmth of kisses in green, glancing
wood, and the icy walls of Salem jail
the crowd on Witch's Hill, the strang-
ling rope, the darkness of the death
struggle, and the trackless abysses OF
eternity these things my fair face
brought me-Re, old Chillingworth's
proud daughter?
&" | had no fear of God or man." muir
INJURED on the voice again ''and my
mouth was full Of bitter words, and ]
defed both in my heart and OF my lips
"The land was still astir with cries OF
witchcraft, and Parson Mather was al
his bloody work, in the name of God
On the long, low hills beyond Salem
stood the gibbets, where old Mrs. Nurse
had suffered, and Goodwife Corey, and
the old and frail, and the strong, young
limbs had swung against the sky for pit
iless mobs to iibe at. There were crue
tongues in Salem that whispered against
me, and brought me before the judges
me, Esther Chillingworth, nineteen year
old, in that wretched A~pril-whOn
Roger Vane had lovedl There wer'
those who swore to bitter threats that
had made, and strange mutterlngs an'
wailings heard when | was alone, anC
PRAYERS and cries that had another nam
in them than Gods and it was said tina
| stole out in the forest to meet my iou
master and worthy Goodman Giles hat
heard me call him to my side as he stray
ed through the trees near me. And
J child when I had pushed from my wa
as | walked down Salem street, had fal
len in, and cried, in its strange fits. tina
Esther Chillingworth tormented him
and nv old fathers honor and his gra.
hair could not ave me, nor my youth
: and my poor, fading beauty. The,
, dragged me from his house and cast m
2 int 5 lem Jail; they locked the heav.
door, and drew the creaking bolts fast
/ and left me crouched under the gratet
window TO stare up, in my blind anguish
at the glimpse of tender sky that had n
: pity for me-none. God, like Roger
had forgotten me.
"Then came the crowded courtroom
! day after day the solemn, u~nfincifin!
/, face of the gray old judge; the hot, still
ling air, and the sunshine through th
/, glazing row of windows, and the %jeering
, cruel women, and merciless men, tn
Z. writhing children, who in their lying fit
: played like devils babes with my life
and flung it away the screams an
curses lifted up againt mt the slow, col,
! vioces OF the wise old men who wer
: giving me to death for an old wife's tale
: and the dark walls of the jail--the damp
the icy chill, the silence and the death
! in-life. So, day after day, | cam an
: went, and asked no mercy at thei
= hands.
"There was one face in the crow
y, that had a plying look for me, thong
!, it was only a young lad's--young Ma
u tin Brown's--whom | had counted
child only a year ago, but who ha
:, grown OF late to look with a mans eye
at me. saw the hot rage and the bi
ter tears Oh his face as he stood with th
. crowd in the court room, and listene
= and could not speak to me-; and on
: night-a wild, rainy night-he sto'
Z under the window of the Jail, where
! was pressing against the grated bars, an
" whispered my name.
, "'Esther, Esther! do you hear me
he said softly. Esther, will you answ'
meH
"And | spoke, and the peor lad pou
ed out a passion OF grief, pity an
is anger with the muttering OF the win
h and rain.
"'They say there is no hope, Esther
he sobbed up to me from the dark. %
~ II 7 could but ave you-you so inn
N cent! 0, God what can | do against q
r. this cruel persecution? You are l
I witch, Esther! You are purer than al
soul of them all, and | must stand by
or helpless, and see you die for their wick
* sport! IL.
ne ing to the bars, if you cannot save W
YOU do for me what you can
ID "rDie for you if may, Esther "
'ss cried with a boys e~agerness.
r.. "And | reached up and pushed n