St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1878-11-23

favored friends of his own country.
Still TT TIE end Of u year nc went
alone and left me he.e desolate. Oh,
it WAS u weary, dreary time! lie
never wrote, he never sent for me,
he never came.
'i'he Voice ceased III quive:.ng
wall, and AGAIN Ill wis silent save
the rustic Of some rhndent wander
ing behind the wuinscoting, or !hc
rattle Of the dead tree limos with
out the windows. Then the hands.
SO urearthly and luminous, seemed
70 str the vanory vail through
which the strange. spectral eyes
scintiiiated like Incau,teScent sap
phirgs.
4 said he never. came" spoke
the vision, but he did after twelve
months silence had passed. He
came nj dead OF night and surprised
me sleeping in yondtr old oaken
bel, whcrc yJu lay only last night.
He lid not awake me with kisses.
rs he had been accustomed To when
lie loved me first. ] was aroused
frofn sweet deans OF him by his
cruel hand crushing my lips ike
weight of iroa, and the deadly suf-
locating odpr OF some insid;ous
drug scorciling up ny nost'iis 70 my
: brain. / WIS conscious oil beng IN
! his arms, and then of listening to
the rumble Of wheels with dread
, ful delirious alright. At length
the roaring and the whirling was
stopped, and ! l:eard no longer the
steady. haddel.ng tiiud OF hoot-
beats, the roll Of wheels ncs the
hard-drawn breath OF gailoping
thorses. There WAS q PAUSE in the
Journey; gush OF b. my wind, COO
with dew aud delicious with the
perfume Of flowers, swept over NE.
I heard he lnarmur of voices. anil
peeping cautiously through the
curtains of closed carriage, where
I found myself alone, | saw through
the dusty, yellow haze OF dawn. the
dismal. iron barred portals OF 4 mad
house. On the dark, moniir steps
OF the entrance stood Count Beres-
ford. III confidential conversation
with Il strange man, whose visage OF
stone and smirk of cunning seemed
To chill my blood to Ice. They turn
ed and came towards tic carriage.
There was q cruel laugh on the lips
OF my husband. and on the bestlal
front of his eoiapanion II savage
seeming Of qualification, and of OBJ
seauiousness also. Il I had heard
their words l could not have known
n,oce fully The import of those soft
whispered sounds. My handsome.
dark-haired husband, was tired o!
his unrecognized wife, but coward
to the core of his false, black neart,
he dared not take the life of the
bride he despiscd, an SO he deter
mined to consign her to the keep
ing of That acknowledged master Of
gibbering wre;ches whose shriels
|. and c.lrses / could hear within those
iron walls. Purposely | lay like one
dead as they approached. They
bore me WITHIN the portals and laid
me upon the damp, icy floor of the
halN, until the two-the hickey of
crime and-the lackey of the GRIM
iual-shouldtlriuk to- my destrne-
ton in III ante-room near where |
was lying. l corld see the glitter
OF crystal and the CLEAN Of amber
wine; and rs the upkfted glasses
c!inked rim to RIM, l spranS noise
lessly to my feet and tied through
the yellow dusk of the dawn. Per-
haps it was instinct that guided and
guarded me on the long and tor,u-
Gus way bael; TO. this. place. /
reached lie house and this room on
another Just such night and hour rs
this. Tie same old moon hung
gli:tering over he purple mountain
peaks. just the same iuster of pink
amdlaoseI anltpgoist ard sea-foain !.
white lay on garden and Field: 1t
chat window by the pier-glass yon-
der, I looked and saw my 'hus-
band sitting wkere you ST. now, and
embraced On is fllse bosom lie
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