The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1888-08-18
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girl to marry, for poor old dad in his dot
age, bald as an apple, and with nose and
' chin that meet. Why, it is degrading TO
both. have name for woman that
does that, that, suppose, it would not do
to mention. 1t is the right name, too, for
any woman that sells herself, beieye. In
this case the buyerwill have bad bargain"
These were the last words that Jerome
eyer heard Maurice speak.
1t was few weeks later that jerome
suddenly met Margaret in the city streets.
He had fancied that he had control of him
self, but now his wrath blazed up afresh,
as she stopped and held out her hand to
him with placid greeting
"What stuff do you think me made of?''
he cried. 81 wonder you do not blush to
look at me, after using me as you did. You
knew | thought you loved me; you knew
considered you engaged to me; and now
am to forget all that, who have suffered
so-oh, good heayens-because you have
sold Yourself for money"
"Jerome," cried Margaret, turning pale
She could say no more for moment then
her courage returned.
81 am married now," she said: ''it is
wrong to speak to me in that way, but Jer-
ome, IL never knew it. / thought you
had forgotten-that you considered 1T only
a Irritation. You said nothing friend
might not have said, and had my aunt to
care for. thought you remembered that
1 tried to forget you, and my good Daniel
was very kind to me. l said TO myself at
least can make his home happier, and l
was weary with the struggle of life. He
offered me rest. did not guess you loved
me; that would have made me strong 1t
is over now-it is past. / should not say
this, know. but if it will help you 10 know
suffered also, take the balm Good
| bye"
| She gave him a look he never forgot and
sped away from him. He followed her and
caught up with her.
81 see it now," he said, 81 comprehend
that you thought me false to you. will
say no word man should not say to an
other mans wife, but if God eyer sets you
Free
"Hush-hushp' she cried, stopping her
ears Free of my good Daniel. Hush"
| A step came past behind them.
~ saw you from the window yonder,"
said Daniel Osborne's voice. 81 knew you
would pass on your way to the cars. Good
day, Mr. Barton"
He took his wife's arm in his. When
they were out of earshot he said coldly:
81 never saw you so theatrical in your
gestures before, Margaret; not exactly be-
coming, either-something of an eXhbl-
tion. And do you know, I heard one of
the men say to another:
There's old Osborne's wife and that
fellow she used TO flirt with
"Did you hirt with him? Well, as a girl
| suppose you did; but it is not the thing
| now"
| Margaret, with her heart torn and con-
sciousness that new sorrow had forced
itself into her life, could say no word; and
the old man was dspleased.
"Dey hey had dey're fust -quawl," said
old aunt Jenny to her husband, Uncle
/ i1lAii 40 oilS ltbhlHOd W bhC hlbNiiNu uibOl
serving supper "Dey looks like it any
way"
And that night the old man sent his wife
away from him to sleep in room where
the baby's crying would not disturb him.
cat my age" he said, ~ need Sleep
But the truth was that he was still angry
with Margaret, and she knew it. Aunt
Jenny, who was called upon to make up
the bed, understood this also. DON yer
mind ole mars, missus." she said as she
beat up the pillows. "TIe's always had de
| debbil's own temper sence | knewed him."
Early Jenny arose and went
slowly down stairs with her slippers flap
ping behind her. The door of her masters
room stood wide open. She looked in, ut
tered an awful, shrek and flew down the
corridor to the room Margaret had occu
pied. The door was locked.
"Missusp' she shrieked, beating against
it. "Missus"
In moment Margaret in her white robes
flung the doors open.
sole mars-missus, he's dead" cried
Jenny. dead, murdered lyin' IN de bed,
| all soaked in his blood. Murder ed, missus,
murdered, murderedw
And Margaret fell to the hoor in a
swoon.
1t was murder, not suicide, as some
| thought; and the whole VILLAGE was astir
within the hour. and tlocking to the place.
It was a strange murder enough, with no
robbery to account for it. A window was
open, to be sure, but old Daniel Osborne
often left it so.
The Watchdog had not barled, or Bill
and Jenny would haye heard him. And
by degrees horrible suspicion, the seeds
of which had been sowed by Maurice Os-
borne's words, awakened and grew strong
The coroner's jury was impressed by it.
At the funeral people shruuk from the
young wife in horror, and at its close she
was arrested charged with the awful crime
of her husbands murder.
That scene in the street had several wit
nesses. The quarrel of the night before
was known.
Tie weapon that had been used was
Daniel OsbOrnes own razor, with which he
had been wounded as no man could wound
himself.
The popular feeling was strong against
poor Margaret Cireumstantial evidence
accumulated. She was sentenced to death,
and the sentence was received with APP
plause by those who had been her neigh
bors from the day of her birth.
"Maurice Osborne prophesiod it," every
one declared. ''IIe knew her."
And so the days went on, and brought
nearer and nearer the awful one on which
the unhappy woman was to meet an igno-
: minious death, and in all the world ne hu-