The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1877-02-01

of no cloud overhanging, felt no cruel
| sting of conscience in her pure heart.
! A heavy knock was heard at their
| door.
''Come in," said Charles, and a sha-
dow chill and dark seemed to fall upon
his heart as he spoke, for he felt that an
| evil hour was at haud.
| A most gentlemanly looking man, fol-
lowed by another more rude in his ap-
pearance, entered.
| Ct believe [ have the honor to address
Mr.. Charles Albro r. said the gentle.
man.
''That is my name, sir, said Charles,
who did not recognize his visitor.
81 have some private business with
you, sir can [ see you in another room?
said the latter his manner, though po-
| lite, SO firm that it implied command
rather than request.
''I know not of any business which I
cannot attend to in the presence of my
wife, " said Charles, rather stif1y.
81 am agent in the U. S. P NJ G.
Department, said the other blandly.
81 presume need say no moro for you
TO understand my business 90
Charles stood for an instant as if he
had been struck by thunder bolt, the
blood left his checks, his tall frame quiv-
cred like an aspen in the gale, then he
1 1T L. I
ever II
Suddenly, as if struck by the hand of
! death, he fell senseless to the floor He
had been too suddenly awakened from
his dream of security and bliss.
go heaven, sir, what is the matter :?
You have killed my husbandl" scream
ed the bride, and she quickly sprang to
his side. ...--
''No, madam, he is only in swoon,
| from which be Will soon recover. I am
sorry, for your sake, that must-do this,
but he is my prisoner, and I must secure
him while best can y. said the officer
| kindly, while he slipped pair of steel
| handouts upon the wrist of the sense
! less man.
ga prisorer-for what crime o, he
is too good, too noble to commit crime!
Of what do you accuse him 20
! s'Of robbing the United States MALL"
said the officer, assisting to raise Charles
| to chair.
go, it is false-I know it is-tell him
30, my husband-tell him SO % sobbed
poor Annie. as Charles opened his eyes
once more.
4 groan that seemed to come up from
amid the wrecked fragments of a broken
| heart--a look of indescribable agony
was her only answer. His tongue could
! not utter the word which would clear his
| fame before her.
What did she do ? Did she, as other
| friends afterwards did, turn from him
with sudden scorn and oathing-friends
too, who had shared the proceeds of his
guilt Did she do this No she placed
her hand upon his and said to the Off
Ger 'sLead on, SIT; we are prepared to
go wherever you deem it your duty to
| conduct us ?''
''But, lady, you are not under arrest.
''I am his wife, sir; and where he goes
will go. Even though he is convicted
of this crime of which you accuse him,
I will not desert him. am his wife, his
widowed mothers daughter.
The officer took them away, and nev-
er had he duty more sad to perform.
A last scene. He had been tried, con-
victed, sentenced There is no need
that [ should have waded through all
that in this sketch-its main incidents,
| true as they are, and the moral they
convey, the lesson they inculcate to the
young and the tempted-are all that
propose to lay before the reader.
An elderly lady, dressed in deep
mourning, trembling with agitation,
leaned upon the arm of Annie Albro who
had been utterly disowned by her proud
father. It was the mother of Charles,
and they were waiting at the railroad de-
pot to take farewell of the wretched
convict, ere the Sheriff bore him away
to the distant States prison.
He came, pale, shadow of his former
self, utterly abashed and almost heart
broken. And sneer was on almost ev-
cry face IS they placed the young con-
vict in the car. Not a look that was not
cold as the iron whichburned his hands,
except tie glance of that mother ard
| that wife.
Wife young and early baptised in sor-
rows bitter waters, yet wifely in the
noblest sense.
| 'Charles, bear up with manly heart,
said she. eve are to be separated for
years, it's true, but I will fill your place
at home; and when you once more are
free, I will be ready to go with you to
some distant land, where you can win an
honorable name. Do not despair We
are young yet, my husband"
Where now were the sneers of the as
sembled crowd who had gazed so con-
temptuously on the wretched felon ;
where now, when they heard that lovely
and acco complished woman utter cheerful
words, call him husband, and speak OF a
future yet to brighten for him and her
Vanished Tears fell, and many
heart sent up sympathetic sigh as that
train rolled away from the depot rolled
away. bearing Charles Albro to felon's