Claiborne guardian. [volume] (Homer, La.) 1877-188?, 1880-11-10

really gone, for he had persuaded
himself that, after all, she would
remain.
"How dare she defy me thus r
he cried angrily.
But after awhile came calmer
thoughts. His mind began to wan.
der over past years. He dreamed
of the bright maiden he had wooed
80 perseveringly, and who came to
him in all her young beauty. The
stern face softened as the sweet
vision came up before him. He
thought of the golden head that had
nestled on his breast, of the blue
eyes that had frightened at his ap.
proach, Of the warm kisses that had
melted away the ice that had crusted
around his heart. He remembered
how submissive she had been until
he had driven her to rebellion by
bis exacting selfishness. Then came
to him the memory of their child,
and of the happy hours they had
spent watching its unfolding beau
ties. His heart yearned for the
mother of his babe. Memory, with
her busy fingers, had unlocked the
chambers of his heart, and her
softening influence was doing it,
work.
He began to see at last how be
had wrOnged aud injured the wife
he should have cherished. HI
sprang from his seat, and walket
rapidly to and fro.
This shall he no longerm he cried
al will beg her forgiveness, l viii
win back my darling's love. Sh'
shall lie on my heart, as in TIT
olden tines
Tue hour grew late, and he begal
10 wonder why she did not return
Opening the door he looked into tn
deserted street. A strange drea'
stole over him, for nearer came th
sound of wheels driven rapid!
Fastening down, rs the carriag
reached the door, he was confront
ed by man who sprang ont, e,
= claiming breathlessly:
, "Mr. Aylmer, if you would sc
e your wife alive, come with me!'
r And forcing the terror stricke
2 husband into the vehicle, they wei
D hurried away.
i; Returning from the party, Car
e line Aylmer sat alone in her ca
e riage, not thinking Of the gay scei
she had left, but of her unhapr
4 married life. She was taking
herself much blame that she hs
= not been more submissive and mo
Il forbearing, and wondering if it we
i too late to undo the evil. Tend
thoughts of the husband, once
4 dear were stealing into her heal
, Suddenly there came the SOUND
r. men running; the cry Of "fire!" Z
!. whirr of the engine, and rear al
. plunge Of horses; the ineffected
r forts of the driver to control the
!, then she WAS thrown violently f
20 ward, and all was darkness.
>. When the repentant husba'
i reached the side Of his wife, dea
in had sealed her eyes. Some one h
a lifted her fair form, and horne in
=. the nearest house, but medical .
"a was useless-the vital spark h
ri fed. The injury was internal, a
not n blemish broke the pure VII
surface of her marble face.
~ Caroline Aylmer never looked II
III lier than now, when she lay tn
- in her gala robes. Her dress
~ male blne silk with it's frost WORK
Jus lace and pearls. only made M
'e pallid the round form, lately 40
Of life and health. She had pas'
er away without pain, and very pla
at was the sweet face, fast grow
20 cold in death.
Words cannot picture this strC
~; mans agony. He flung himself
ng side the body, and his voice 81
,. honrse with pleading for one IN
nd look, one single word OF fOrgiven'
AR Alas! none came.
lie, Years afterwards, n grave was
,ss by strange hands in tar dist
be land. None there knew that
we lonely, broken hearted man, VIII
lly last resting. place it was, had, W
alive. borne the name OF Ha
re- Aylmpr. and had spent his d
ay ever since that fatal night, in
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