The Ripley advertiser. [volume] (Ripley, Miss.) 1843-1897, 1881-04-09
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BY W. G. FALKNER.
CHAPTER xxx,
lNGoMAR's STORY CONTINUED.
BY W. @, FALKNER.


Being so completely prostrateC
by the great mountain Of grief tina
pressed heavily on my sad heart,
failed to notice the condition O
Harry Wallingford, whose upturn
ed face had put on death-like ex
preston. 1t was after several min.
ntes had elapsed when | happened
to look at him; ! was considerably
frightened when ! beheld the ghost
like features. i ascertained, upon
examination, that he had tainted
and also discovered stream o
blood flowing from his left temple
that came from anNgly wound caus
ed by striking his head against the
sharp corner Of the seat as he fell.
dashed some cold water in his face
then lifted him from the floor and
laid him on the seat, and watched
eagerly for signs Of returning life,
which | was graCified to see very
soon. Fixing his eyes on me with
avid restless expression, (Which
caused me to fear he had gone mad J
he'said: lis it true, Edward, that
Lottie is dead2" III one word oil
mine could have restored Lottie to
perfect health, | could not have
spoken it then5 for my heart appear
ed TO be in my throat, whilst the
circulation of my blood seemed to
have suspended. "How can you
gaze on me with such look OF
kindness, Ed, when you know what
a contemplate puppy am! Do you
mot know that by your kindness
you are heaping Goals of living fire
on my unworthy head? Ii you
would abuse me, curse me, spit on
me, spurnt me, or de anything to
show that you dsSpisehns, ] could
bearit; but t6fecefS9 disinterested
kindness, froml~Qle that, ! have so
deeply wronged, is a greater pun.
ishment than hQhiadity can endure.
You must reilember that | have
murdered Lottie, yes, have closed
those pretty blue eyes forever; |
have pushed her fair body into the
grave; IhaVe invited the worms to
the banquet on her queenly form;
4 slapped YOU in the face, ] drove
Viola to desperation. and caused
her to murder er little brother
and yet 1 am unhung, and you can
look kindly on me. What kind OF
man are you9 what sort of heart
is yourss why do you not plunge
daggerin into my breasts Well Isup.
pose you think that you can kill nj
with Kindness as we'll as any other
way; and in that you are very cor.
rect. When am dead, | wantyou
to continue your kindness until you
see my remains deposited by1
the side Of my murdered sis
ter ! Ikhow | don't deserve such
honor, bntI May rely on your good
ness 10 have my last request com
piled with. A
The strangeness of his conduct,
and mystery OF his language had a
tendency TO a6d tothe great waves
ot misery that were rolling over me,
for inferred thathe was confem-
plating suicide. For fol- thirty |
minutes he contituedte rave about
innumerable hlunders that he ac-
cused ihimself Ufhaving committed, I
and | positively assert that no pros
ecutlng attorney could have given
such an offensive c0loriGg to will.
fnl and malicious HI as he
gave to tife caGse Of IloBtie's death;
al (which he declaFedha been
pfodueed by himself. Lventured
to discnsssthe matter with him as
soon as / regained sufficient self.
sommandtoenable me to DO it, hop
ng to lead his mind away from
The subject OF Lothe's death: but it
was like the blind trying TO lead
he blind. Whilst | was endeavor-
ng to console Harry Wallingiord,
stood as much III need oiit as he
lii, nevertheless | put forth my at
most efforts 10 soOth him. After ai.