Bridlington and Quay Gazette. — 1897-08-13 (Bridlington, Humberside, England)

POD. solation in all my troubles, that even in this awful hour, an unconscious habit of thought set stirring in my momentarily benumbed brain the idea, that in her sympathy, at least, I should find some lightening of my agony. But in the next instant I remembered that the agony from which I thus sought to find surcease was remorse for her most foul murder, and I laughed a laugh which was a thousand fold more awful than any cry. And in that moment of self-revelation I read my heart as I had never read it before, and I knew that the woman of whom I fancied myself weary, was the one and only being in the world who was more necessary to me than the air I breathed— that I had grown to love her with an intensity of which I could not have believed my selfish nature capable. With a great cry of infinite love and longing I sprang to my feet, stretching out my arms to the empty darkness, as though the very intensity of my passion must compel her bodily presence. Her face rose before me, imploring and beseeching as I had so often seen it in the past. Her timid touch was on my arm again; her tear-filled eyes looked into mine; and I heard her tremulous voice, pleading piteously as I had heard it plead on the very day of her death, for the tender words which I had refused to speak. I knew, in that moment that my love for her was so great that, were I under the open sky again, and in possession of all that made life sweet; I should have loathed the very sunshine which warmed a world in which she was not. I loved her so truly that life without her were to me more lonely and desolate than death would be to the Christian without his God. It was at my heart that the weapon which shed her blood had been pointed; it was my happiness, here and hereafter, as well as her life which I had slain. I knew then that I had killed the soul and murdered the body of the woman I loved—the woman who should have been more sacred to me than all which is on earth or in heaven.  " Hear me, 0 God!" I cried, "and visit the sin not upon her, but u.. me! Spare me that hell at leastt—the hell of ..owing that Thou gayest an immortal soul into my keeping, and that I flung it back to Thee, stained and shamed, and lost to all eternity. Spare me that, for Thy Christ's sake, and upon my head be it visited, CI God !—if Thou art, indeed, a God of Justice—and not upon hers!" "But she is not dead! I cannot believe it! I will not. She could not go--she who loved me so well —where the sound of my voice would not recall her! .. She is mine, and I am hers, and we must be together—in hell, if need must me, but always together, 0 God! she and I." Dose God hear and heed the supplications at His creatures? I think so. and God help the sinner whom God convicts by the Nemesis of an answered grayer 1 70? one moment the intensity of my anguish ✓ased my heart—strained wen-nigh unto bunting-I —to 'fail 00, sad I staccd forward ot two, but nerveless gave wit, me. and XxPu4 aluP,Ag• V.O 411.'-"ißili  or . fallen spoke _ _ _ appeared recede Ws, I seamed to be look' at them down 'vista.. their voices sounded as if from a distance. But I talked well. and even brilliantly. and I knew that I did or, as I might have known At of another pereon. The real self that • shrunk ineessd like a snail within a shell, -whet. it lay kuggiag lee guilty meet to its heart, away ,fres its woo sight and the sight of othoro—looked -a with imam*, tratehfUl syse M the 142 v. who bore its name and nem, sms ass tim brain whirl animated. Um