The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1881-03-17

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upon your brilliant success as An a
tress." Silence "Let me, to,
congratulate you more heartily upo
having made the most brilliar
match of the season. Mr.. Cahnin
has told me that you promised t
be his wife, Still silence. Bu
when the home door closed on theI
and her foot touched the stain sh
turned upon her father like v pun
empress. 81 &
Il have done as you desired.
have given myself for gold that yo
might still bear at least not a. dis
honored name. i have abrokek tn
truest heart in Christendom AM
shattered its faith in womans
have broken my own heart andtsok
myself to the bondage of a thou
sand devils. l have cut off iron
my life. all that makes the life o
woman either beautiful or good.
have done what you cali my duty
And it is done. From this nigh
We are strangers"
4
Six months later the newspaper:
of Sal Francisco rang The whole
round OF Ginning adjectiYes To de
scribe the wedding ceremonial oi
the Hon. Walter Canning and Miss
Leila Eyerson, the most beautiful
of the Golden Clty's lovely dahgh.
ters. Society called her queen
and bent in idolatIy at her feet, but
her husband knew her to be 3 now
queen, an ice maiden, who glisten.
ed, sparkied, seintillated in the sun.
shine, but never thawed. -
They travelled far and w:de. Mrs.
Canning was as much the rag ge in
the salons of Paris as in her own
western city. She received the ad-
miriug glances and grave attention
of Oriental nabobs with the same
calm air that she accepted a hot
house flower from her respectful
gray-hairsd gardener.
The civilized world held scarcely
a spot but barren, desolate, psrch-
ed, sundried Arizona, which she
had not seen. And almost the first
train that entered its borders car
ried among the gay party of etcur
sionists the Hon. Mr.. and Mrs. Can
ming. Here, like an oasis in the
desolation about her, they found q
lovely, accomplished woman, who
following her husband in this vii,
country, had gathered about her
larZe group OF cur'ous memeltoe
of her remarkable sojourn anon
Che semi-savages of Arizona. Til
gay young people glanced thrpu-
the molly collection, and fiitJe
off for other amusements. ButlM
Canning, more sedate, lingering b
her kindly hostess, and listened as
she related strange scraps of incl
,Ien;s connected with the object
uefore them-queer relics of the al
Gent Aztec; old arrows and inpla
nents, warlike and peaceful, of a
ater baIbarism. At last, takine
up a skull from the group before
her, she asked its history and tn
cause Of its peculiar decorations
Then the gentle old lady, in her
sweet monotonous voice, told its
story:
"A young physician" said she,
who was connected with the army
came to Arizona two years ago, and
IN a brave defense of some helpless
immigrants who were attacked in
the desert he fell, his brain pierced
by an indian arrow. This is his
skull, and, as you see, an artist
friend has drawn upon it these
sketches, illustrative of his life
Here, his infancy, he lies a babe in
his mothers arms. Next, his
school days, a rosy-cheeked boy
coasting on his sled. Next, a stu.
dent, bending over his books
Then his entrance i.to the world,
as the grave college president
places in his out stretched hand his
diploma. Next, his appearance in
the maelstrom of society. Last.
his gallant defense of the helpless
immigrants and heroic death in the
desert"
5. "a strange, sad history, is ii
notP' calmly said Mrs. Canning.
"What did you say his name wasp
, "Phllip Ray"
Was it the same cold woman who
sat so still and collected a minute
ago, who, in a harsh, choked voice,
with starting eyes and trembling
lips, begged again for the name.
"Philip Ray" repeated the gentle
old lady, in wonder at the eagerness
of her guest.
1t was enough. With the empty
skull clasped to her breast she
cried: SENS.
81 am indeed punished. have
murdered the man l loved!' snc
sank back, white and still,i ins hel
chair. l -.
Fsds siSA
When they lifted her up she was
dead; dead-with the skull OF hel