The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1898-01-14

black, fiendish deed 1t is, yet the first
men perpetrate 1t under passions
maddening power. oh! brother, put
those arms away. To me the carry
Ing of them smacks rather of coward
ice than bravery. Granted, according
to your ideas, that there may arise oc-
casions when a weapon is necessary 10
defend ones life, yet surely the IN
stances are rare in the life OF man
VINO is just, honorable and courteous
with his fellow-man, and 1t seems 10
me that true bravery would prefer TO
take so light a risk to thus branding
itself with such evidences of fear"
Charles had never been dictated to
by his little pet-nay, scarcely advised.
To her he had ever seemed too nearly
perfect to need 1t; and now, to APP
pease her fears, he took the instru-
ment from his person and laid IT
aside, although it was to be resumed in
the quiet of his room ere going upon
the street
Three evenings after this that house,
so blessed, so happy, so sought for
years, was closed and darkened. The
black pail had fallen upon 1t; and,
though the two old people bore up for
the sake Of their boy, that none might
say that they condemned him, the
steel was ranking in their hearts and
sore affliction filled them for their on
ly daughter, who lay raving in wild
delirium, burning fever scorching
out life's vitality. Oh, what change!
Their noble boy-their pride and hope
"a murderer and refugee from JUS
tice, and their idolized daughter at the
gate of death.
Charles Tresdon and Edwin Mott,
after gay evening, with more than
usual amount of wine coursing through
their veins and mounting to their
heads, quarreled over a trihe; words
became hot and insulting; and Charles,
mad with wine and hot words, drew
and fired, and Mott, his companion and
friend, fell dead at his feet-fell dead
without q weapon about him-without
having raised his hand against him.
An hour afterward Charles, pale and
to Ellen, and she sank lifeless before
him. He knew not then that terrible
blight, other than his crime, had en-
tered her soul. She had just decided TO
confide all to him, and sat waiting MS
coming to share her great happiness
with him, when his pale, haggard face
startled her from her sweet revere
to hear the curse upon her house ana
feel the double curse upon her heart.
Years have passed since, but Ellen has
never breathed her double grief to
Charles, and by her request her par
ents have been silent as to the reve-
lations of delirium. The old people
did not long survive the terrible shock,
and at their death Ellen crossed the
ocean, and now she and Charles live
in a foreign land, and though their
heads are silvered by time, neither has
ever thought of leaving the other, and
the Italians say never were two such
seen; so tender, so gentle and loving
to each other, so inseparable. yet so
evidently saddened by some terrible
loss, and never seeking others, yet
ever, when met, gently courteous. All
honor and love them, yet the two are
so evidently knit together by some
great grief that they seem sufficient
for each other, and none intrude. The
foreigner knows not that the sister
dares not leave the brother alone with
his remorse and grief. oh, surely
murder is a dreadful thing, and carry
ing concealed weapons a dangerous
custom.