The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1881-12-27

with nervous rapidity; "f0r nothing
less than her memory could have acted
this base part toward the good man who
would have cherished me among his
own children, her whose last hour was
hurried on by your wlckedness, and
filled with the bitterness of earthly
grief instead of the triumph which
should have ended her sanity life-
With her dying breath che bade me
make known the dreadful secret that
clouded my soul, and obeyed but
when 1t was done, all that you had been
to her returned to my mind. l remem-
bered that in her early days of trouble,
she had poured upon you all the tender
ness of her nature, that you were the
only thing in the world that could glad
den her heart. / remembered how fond.
ly forgetting all your late unworthiness,
she used to talk of your childish ways,
and to tell how much dearer you became
for every trial she endured for your sake
and / could not, Oh ! could not bear
the thought, that by my means any
thing she had so loved should perish
/ rendered how careful she was of her
good name, that no stain should rest
upon it--not through worldly pride
but that not scoff, for her error, should
fall upon the faith she professed, and 1
could not endure to think, that, as borne
by her son it should go abroad, blacken-
ed by most hideous crime, and be pre-
served with the record of shameful
death Oh 1t Is for her memory have
done this THAT / deceived the kind
confidence of my protector, watching
every word and action that could show
me how you could be set free. My brain
almost grew wild again, George Slade,
when / crept into his chamber, where L
had always been trusted as freely as q
child of his own, and stole from 1t like
base tn ief, these instruments of your
release but go go all that will be left
for me in this world, Is to confess this
deed, to be accused of falsehood and in
] grattude-at best, to be dealt with as a
maniac, and then to die ~
"But, Jane why should that be -
withdraw your charge against me; deny
the truth of what, 1t will he readily be-
lieved, you uttered from a derangcd
mind, and you may go again to your
old home and be happy"
"Happyl-happy in sight of the ground
that j saw wet with his blood !-here, at
every step, l would fancy her eyes look
ing after me in pity for my load of sin
man, man, 1t is you who are madl"
eyes, Jane, you may be happy, why
not 2--the heaviest loss can be forgotten,
If we take heart to bear it bravely. Could
my mother look back, would she not
rather see you keeping down useless
sorrow, and making the best of your life?
had Lewis Walton thought he should
die in his bed and leave you widow,
could he have reasonably asked, that,
with your beauty and young feeling you
should remain so no, no, Jane you
conld be happy yet, and might make
me so. In the home my mothers labor
earned by her, we might spend our days
together, for, If you would, you could
love me as we'll as you did Lewis Wal
ton.'
"Love you, George Slade = God
knows how hard strive not to hate
you with hatred equal to my horror of
your utter wickedness.''
"Lower your voice, Jane, and answer
me truly" said George assuming an
air of regretful concern "do you indeed
believe me guilty of the act of which
you accused meY though, through my
love for you'll felt no grief for the death
of one looked upon as a rival, and did
not affect it, could you really have
thought that had taken his life?''
"Did not see you do all but plum ge
the weapon into his heart ?'' exclaimed
Jane; "did not see you spring upon
him like wild beast, and see your arm
fell him to the earth ? did not see you
drag his body to where you thought il
could lie, without betraying you to the
world, which has no tortures terrible
enough for the crime did 1 not beal
upon my own person the print of your
guilt which sent your mother to the
grave ?" and her manner grew wild
and her voice shrill at the recapltu lation
''Hush hush, Jane !-you will raise
an alarm your mind is wandering again
poor girl !--come here into the shadow
or you will betray yourself and me p
and he stretched out his hand to draw
her into the darkened recess of the gate
way, for she stood in the open moon
light, and few feet from the edge of 8