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P. B. CONN, PUBLISHER
CORNER HUB AHD 4TH
PER ANNUM
1KTAEU1IT IB ADVANCE.
, Wiuttv onrral, jltiiotti) to American $ittcrtsis, fittratat, Imcncc, aiA (Sracral Intelligence.
Z. RAGAN, MtofiaWnetor. ." " STEBBENVILLE, OHIO, WEDNESDAY, JUNE 13, 1855. ' " V0LUMe1.-NUMBER 23.
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From Graham's Magazine.
THE EBONY CASKET.
A LEGEND OF HUTOHINSON-HOUSE.
BT ILLEN LOUISE CHANDLER,
Author of "Thii, that, and the other."
to treat with cordiality and politeness this
strange specimen of perverted childhood,
who was my own and my father s guest.
But she had not been with me a week, be
fore I learned absolutely to hate her. She
was, even then, a woman of the world in
miniature. Her dress and her ringlets
were arranged after tho most approved
fashion j her every sentence was conven
tional and polite. When she left, I de
clined with cold civility an invitation to
return her visit, and told my father that I
had seen enough of children, I did not
wish any more company. I was his idol,
CHAPTER I.
t lwvWfii1 Mnrinn TlloW Tf. ,;, J and he willingly accedod to my desires
Wn been hnejmnn hn wna wiitifiil n4 Ho conducted my education himself, and
est. I hardlv think r, A n rhU T it was os contrary as could be imagined to
nftither mean'nnr nnvionq T rvaa tw1uo all the usual modes of educating a woman
years old when I saw her first. My moth- Grecian poets and German metaphysicians
er died long before f was old enough to wero the fonte companions of my hours
remomber her. I lived alone !with my of solitude. I was proud, passionate, and
father and hi roi.imin nf on,nnt.. in self-willed, but not unloving. I could
large, rambling, irregular house, nt the naYe rivalled a heroine of romance in my
West end of London. Tt had hlnnrwx1 tn devotion to my father.
tho Hutchinson family for many genera- 1 was fifteen Jears old Dcforo anv other
Hons, and there was a legend that good stranger ever passed the portals of Hutch
Queen Bess had at one time honored it by inson-house. Living at so short a distance
her presence, and passed a night in that from the great bustling heart of London,
very room, which I called mv own. It I had never expressed, never even felt,
was hither that m v fnthor hrnncrnt AT, any desire to look upon its wonders. Oc
on Illslev. one stinnv Aav in onSr Juno, fcasioually, of late, my father had offered
Since my mother's death we had Been no to take me out with him, but recollecting
company. A gloom had settled upon my Marion Illslev and considering her a spe-
father's mind, which no porsuasions of cimcn of t,,e S0CletT 1 8nould probably
hii friends nonU irA,,na n,,,, . meet. I had persistently refused. I was
deavor to shako off. T nnvnr rtymomroA disturbed m those days by a haunting en-
to have been outside of Hutchinson-house, "osity to know more concerning my moth
and the park-Iike enclosure which sur- 1 had bccn told bv my nurse that
rounded it. From eno side of tho house Bhe was an Itallan ladv and very beautiful,
I nnuld (. a nnW!. rir f ,! timn but that was all. Growing toward wo-
fxmrit roanrt f .nDinnt. manhood, as I was, I lonccd to know if
io families, witk tWr nnnrwa. T my father had loved her, when they had
had spent hour after hour of lusy idleness, m.et and ife was with her when sho
in watnhinrr th(w vrt,n mnstora n(l misa. died. One afternoon, I asked him some
es from the window, and speculating upon of these questions. He turned upon me
4heir characters and occupations. One his eyes ful1 of remorseful agony.
day my father entered the room while I "Isa," he said, "you know not what
wan thus engaged. you do. Never ask these questions again,
"Well, Isa,' he said pleasantly, "what hereafter. I iovcd yoUr mother, and I
do tou find in this prospect so amusing ? . , ... , .
I made no answer, for mv mind was oannot bcar after a11 th,S laPSO of Vears
busy with an idea which had just occurred even to hear her name. Sho was a daught
o me for the first time. er of the South, beautiful and passionate,
j 28"'" 1 8aid at lengtl1' "ail 1 a and 1 wronged her. Oh, God, can eterni-
"A child! What a question! WoU 7 atone for that deep, damning
.yes, Isa, I suppose you would be called so, wronS 1 Dne was 80 BnSM B0 naPPv WHen
though there ;s nothing very child-like I met ter first, a creature all poetry and
about you, certainly." musio and tenderness. I cannot talk of
" Wel; PaP I want you should bring he but Isa I will give you something that
C .nVriVV T w- W was hers. It contains things which came
her and talk to her. . Will you promise, . , .
tapa f" my possession only after her death,
He smilod. "Yes I will promise. I and which her child may need some day,
ought to have thought of this before. You Keep it sacredly, my daughter, and swear
navo never in your lite spoKen to any one by the cross above your mother's grave,
of four own a?o. Vnn mnnt. Iiiva a nnm- . ... . ..
.:. h . that you will nevor open it until 1 am
uamuu.
The next morning he led Marion Illslcy sleeping in tho tomb of the Hutchinsons."
into my presence. General Illsley was I gave the required pledge, and rising,
on of his earliest friends, and had been he took from an old-fashioned desk a auaint-
easily prevailed upon to consent that his iy ved ebony casket, inlaid with flowcra
daughter and her maid should s ond a , , , ., TT , , .. .
fortnight a Hutchinson-house. I thought of 6old and Bllver- IIe P,accd ltmmy
when she entered, clincine to my father's liandsj aild touching a spring in one side,
hand, that sho was the most graceful and out flow a little invisible drawer, contain-
beautuul vision my eyes had ever beheld. ing a sraau goi,ien key.
ike teeth ; and, above all, the large, lan-1 I turned round and looked at him in-
guishing, passionate black eyes of Italy, quiringly "Well; papa, what did you
I had never before given a thought to my bring him home for?"
personal appearance, but now, surveying "What ? why he is your cousin, on his
myself for the first time, my heart thrill- mother's Bide, and now she is dead, your
ed with the knowledge that I was bcauti- nearest relative except your father. Have
ful as any creation of the painters. It you so many friends you can afford to
was from no mean vanity, that I remained throw them away V
for half an hour absorbed in the contem- "Oh yes, papa. There are you and
plation. I did not specutate on what Barbara, and "
others might think or say of me J I had "And Marion Illsley," said my father,
no desire to display this loveliness to the laughing. "You have surely established
Oh, I thought at that moment my heart again, 1 must go with them. Hush, it is
would break with its wild rapture. This, time !"
then, was love. I could not speak. I ILs hand clasped mine in a convulsive
turned my face toward him. My long pressure. A sudden blast swept, like a
lashes veiled the joy beaming in my down- tempest, the boughs of all the trees, till
cast eyes, but the tell-tale cheeks, over tbey gave forth a prolonged wail. There
which they drooped, wero crimson with was a sudden flash of lightning a deaf
blushcs. euing thunder-crash, and 'mid the glare
"You do love me," he cried eagerly,
and clasping his arms about me, drew me
close to his beating heart.
"Say tho words, Isa, I want to hear
my eyes sought my father's face.
dcud !
He was
I do not know how long the storm con
tinued. I heeded it no longer. The scr-
world, but I smiled as I gazed on, in the your case now, but I want you and Reg- them say 'Reginald, I lovo you ; nay, vants seldom came to me unless they were
very intonsity of my worship for the beau- inald to get on well together, nevertheless, better than that, say 'Reginald, I will be summoned, and now terrified by the unu-
tiful, wherever and whenever it met my Perhaps, if you are a good girl, ho will your wito sual violence ot the storm, they were hud-
vision. At length I drew out the golden como to seo you often, and I must be away I looked up timidly from tho shelter of died together in a distant apartment. 1
bodkins which fastened my luxuriant hair, from homo more than usual this winter." his arms, scarcely daring to trust my voice had no thought of striving to awake him.
to utter the words for which he waited.
"Reeiuald," I said, firmly, ''dearest
and let it fall in a cloud about my should- "How old is he, papa
ers. Hitherto I had been contented with "Nineteen, puss. Only four years old
tho clumsy braids of my English nurse er than you, but three times four years Reginald, I lovo you, aud will bo your
Barbara ; now I was resolved to arrange it wiser."
myself. I wound it about my head, in T went back with an impression that I "Heaven bless my darling," was the
heavy, glossy bandeaux, like a turban; should dislike my cousin, in spite of his fervently uttered reply ; and then diawin:
1 wished no witnesses. 1 knew lie was
dead. In that hour it was my only thought
tho one black cloud, shutting out all
else of life. I held him there for hours.
Beside that one thought all was emptiness
I sat there until the voicea of the storm
patiently, for I longed to tell him of the
discovery I had made.
It was late before he arrived. I order
ed supper in the magnificent old drawing-
Thero were portraits in the Hutchinson
"There, Isa," he said, controlling him-
rtifttlirA fxallrv ff vtrnmnn mnirniflnont in l
vlveU and diamonds-of sweet young self with an effort, "there, when the time
girls in the first blush and bloom of their shall come to open the casket, you will re
loveliness, but nothing half so fair as this member how to find the key : and now,
Twwu ui tue morning, nooaing mo oiu my ieave mo
rambling house with its sunshine. She j went out and sending the stairs, en.
i 1 317 tered my own room, I preyed the casket
colden ringlets: a clear red and white reverently to my lips, for it was all the to
complexion ; delicate and regular features, ken I had to remind mo of that dead
tndeyes so brightly, deeply bluo, they mother, so beautiful ; and, my father had
maao you hum m notmn? Dut ine un- gaid BQ d , wrongod I depogitod the
aside from 'her exquisite grace, and the casKm m? escntoire' and. 8at down to
perfection of 'her personal loveliness, there dream out my mother's destiny,
was to me nothing charming about her. When I met my father at breakfast, tho
Her voice was low and soft, but there was next morning, his manner was ns calm and
something hollow and insincere in its in- . t j had U8Ua sepn ifc Afto thfl
child as she was, were unnatural and affec- meal was over he rose, and giving me a
ted. Sho glanced with a kind of surprise parting kiss, remarked,
at the quaint, oakon carvings, and moth- - I shall not be at home before night,
eaten tapestry of my favorite apartment.
-ai.- i i--!. j ; 3ik
Hed 7 ond cousin, and
A MW AU 0U W UW pmwJvj I , . . till'
Kn .. ft .fmnrrn fn.w f tno nU rnnm. his only son, Reginald, would bo hoir at
beoause Queen Elizabeth is reputed once law to this estate, if I had no naughty lit
to have passed a night here. Isa, love, te cjri to keep him from it."
cannot you come forward and give your it waa a winter day, and I ordered fires
mw rnena welcome. 'Ibis is Alarum lin- Hghtod in an the rooms, and spent the time
eJI advanced to meet her. She lancuid- PacinS restlessly from one apartment to the
h extended her hand, and remarked, another. I walked over every square inch
I "am very happy to see you. Miss of mv own chamber, determined that my
Ilutohinson. Your father was bo good as feol Bhouid tread whore the great queen's
l in is upon Jg, ou mammasaia d v f M , t j detef.
ihat it was quite contrary to etiquette for Fapocu UU1W D . .
me to make the first vit; as I am not a m"ed to attire myself as for a festival,
reiidont of London." and gbre my father a pleasant surprise on
Such a speeoh, worn a enua xnu, his return. I sat down before the mirror,
then, was fair sample of the class in
IP intnnflv Tf. VflA flfl
whom I had been so vainly mteresting ' , ,
Lsolf. Involuntarily my lip curled, and than an Enghsh face, which
turning. I led the way to. a more modorn my gaiie epoountered. There were the soft,
apartment. Instinctively I felt that the silky, and yet luxuriant black hair of the
new comer was not worthy to share the the Venitians'; the delicately arched Ital
room, whose very floor was oonseoratodby iaM b the c, coov olive complex
tha pressure of the royal foot. . , . , . . . ., , , t
Hi i. of hnr visit were amour ,on brightening in the cheeks to a warra
the most trying of my life. I was obliged deep crimson ; the mall mouth ind pearl-
pins, and placed on one side, drooping to frank cordiality of his manner. Tea was there for a long hour, in an eloquent si'
my neck, a bunch of blood-red carnations, brought in, arranged with an eye to har- lence, our hearts thrilling with this new
My figure was what an empress' ought to Uiony of colors, and artistio effect, that bliss, whose nectar we had just begun to
be; full, tall, and perfectly developed. I struck Reginald instantly. Indeed, he quuff.
robed myselt in a closely htting waist ot seemed in a humor to be charmed with "I have always loved you since that first
crimson velvet, that rich, deep crimson every thing. The great rambling house ; night," he murmured at length, leanin
which resembles in hue rare old wine, the cornices carved o'er and o'er with 111- over me. "Isa. don't you know how beaa
mantling over a silver goblet. ith this, ies ; tho antique mirrors in their cumbrous tiful you looked then. It was something
I wore a long, flowing skirt of merino, frames, each and all seemed a perpetual so new, so fresh, so like one of those Ara-
precisely the same in shade. Around my source of delight. bian tales I used to delight in, to come to
neck and arms I clasped ornaments of pure "I must see them all by daylight may this eyrie-looking house, and find in its
jet, and then, standing before my mirror, I not, Mr. Hutohinson r" ho Baid, when very midst a sleeping beauty. And then,
surveyed my work, and experienced my ho rose to go. ' when you sprang to your feet, you were so
first emotion of pride in my own loveli- His words were addressed to my father, full of sparkling contrasts, with your olive
ncss. 1 awaited my lathers coming lm- but his dance soueht my face. complexion, vour flaahinar black evns. and
v w , rj u v I r j j n tl J
"You must ask Isa ! Hutchinson-house your glittering black hair ; your crimson
is her castle. cheeks, and the dress scarcely warmer
"I shall be very happy, I stammered 0r deeper in its hue. You were so unlike
blushingly ; and after that Reginald Per- every thing I had ever seen before. I
room, for that night I had tho tastes of a cy was my frequent visitor. He came of- almost thought I had gone to sleep in
princess. The room was furnished with ten. when mv father was away, and we Entrland. and woke m in the times of cood
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lounges and ottomans of crimson velvet, usd to wander, hand-in-hand, through the Haroun al Raschid, in some palace of the
.a .... . . I . I -
heavily inwrought with gold. I ho walls desolate house, singing snatches of Barmecides. Ever since then I have
displayed the same blending of gold and 0ld ballads, and talking of every quaint loved you, and now my beautiful vision is
crimson, and the lull-length mirrors mul- nnd wonderful fancy which haunted our mv mv own. This will not last. Isa. I
tiplied it with endless repetitions. wayward brain. He used often to bring am too wildly happy. There will come
1 threw myself down among the enm- me flowers, and one day, as he fastened a some great trouble !"
a. - I
son cushions, and leaning my head on my dugtcr of white lilies in my heavy braids, I laughed at his fears then, and for
hand, abandoned myself to a profound he said; earnestly, months afterwards, while the short days
revery. I tried to summon into my pres- "How beautiful you are, Isa. You are of winter lengthened into the spring, and
ence a vision of my mother, as she must the very handsomest person I ever saw, the trees in the park grew full of buds
have been, young, beautiful, radiant. I he except Marion, and she's so different." and blossoms in the early summer. One
amp-light dntted over me, almost with "Marion who?" I inquired with a fore- day in July I was quite alone. Reginald
the full brilliance of sunshine, aud closing ed and painful calmness. had some important business to trausact,
my eyes the long lashes veiled my cheeks. "Marion Illsley. Good heavens, Isa, and I could not see him till the evening,
Absorbed in my own lancies, L heard no how palo you are 1 Are you ill f Lean and my father had gone out. There came
sound, until my father's voice broke upon on me) child why, how you tremble. Isa, Up a fearful storm. All at once the sky
the Btillness. wnat it the matter (" wow black as niirht. Tho wind moaned
"This is my only child, Sir Reginald (v0thine." I answered, as soon as I d fowled through the trees in the park:
t il. TT.-x 1! T -.11 1 T-. -J 1 . . O '
saneua nuicmnson. x can ner isa, could 8peak. "It was only a sudden faint- aad eyer Und anon some fierce flash of
bo may you, since you are cousins. t b tt li-htmii would show me their scathed
I sprang instantly to my feet, and en- v- 1 1 tlm turn8 Isa V , vrhhin trunks. Then the solemn
countered the admiring gaze of the first (Not but the room waa 80 wana thun(ler.toues wouid reverberate, like the
.1 .. . i. ..I 'T1-JI w 1
young genueman io wnose voice i nau From that d u ke n0 more of . . invisil)l0 artillery. I stood in the
ever listened. Reginald Percy was beau- Marion IllgleV) whcthcr it was that he nev- window of my "Queen's chamber," as I
tilul as morning, but it was a genuinely or ti,m,i,l nf u0. tnnf. nfl f.,nnie(i the i, a ainmaA .,n ... m fm,,.
a , . , -
subject was distasteful, I pretend not to early childhood, watching the Btorm. Per
thon I fastened it with gleaming golden beauty ; but there was no resisting tho me still more fondly to his breast, we sat were hushed, aud the broad, full beams of
me juiy moon pourea in at mo winuow,
flooded tie great room, aud bathed the
dead man's brow. Then 1 looked up, and
Reginald entered.
What is this, Isa?" he said, as head
vanced to my side.
My answer was but the utterance of one
thought "He is dead!"
Reginald Percy bent over me, and laid
his hand upon my father's forehead. "Good
heavens, Isa, what is this ? He has been
dead for hours. He is cold aud stark.
We must have a physician instantly. We
must know how he died. And you have
been alone here all this time ? There, I
will bring a pillow. Just rest his head
down here, and get up yourse'f."
"Thank you," I said quietly, but reso
lutely "I am not at all tired. I will hold
him until the physician shall have come."
"But, Isal"
"Reginald, I shall hold my father."
He saw that I was resolved, and left tho
room. ithout alarming the servants, he
went out, and returned in a few moments
with a light and a physician. Then I was
forced to submit to have him taken from
me and laid upon a couch. Pr. Hamilton
had, it seemed, known both my father aud
my grandfather. He culled my father's
disease by some learned medical name,
which to this day I cannot remember. He
said ho must have been secretly struggling
with it for years, and that it was only
strange that it had not brought death or
madness long before that the very inten
sity of his struggles against it was why
death came so suddenly at last.
"Its cause must have been some severe
grief or mental trouble," he concluded.
"it could have originated in no other way."
I listened to his words with a faint shud
der, and then turning, as he left the room,
I buried my face in Reginald's bosom
"You are all now," I whispered, trem
blingly.
"I know it, Isa," was his low reply
"T fnol it. and 1 am wnrthv rs love r.an
make me. But you are wet, poor child
how is this?"
"My father came in wet in a half hour
after the storm commenced, and since then
Singular Effectsof lightning.
About C o'clock, P. M., the house ef'Mr.
David Upton, on Great Chebcague Island
was btruek by lightning, the effects of which
were fearful.
A neighbor laprened to be looking to
wards Mr.'Upton's house, and first perck-v-ed
a ball of fire, apparently a foot injdium-
etcr, with a tail some thirty yards in length,
descended upon the chimney, and immedi
ately after a volume'of smrke legan to as
cend, as if the house wero on fire. Hast
ening to tbc bouse, it was fcunda wink
but not ou fire 1
It is an'old-fashioned one story frame
house, built after the manner of the'.'oM
farm houses of New England, with out;
large chimney in thecenlrc. This chim
ney is completlyjj demolished to the oven,
andthe roateriala scattered in every direc
tion. The family, of six persons, were at sup
per, and their escape with their lives is u
miracle. Old Mrs. Upton's arm is cut to
the bone,' above the elbow, and she is oth
erwise badly bruised. Her granddaugliitr
Marietta Hamilton, six years old, is s
bruised as to be purple from the hips? to
tho feet, and is in a precarious condition
David Upton, Jr., is badlybruised ah ut
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me ueaa ana race, nis cnna in i:is avsi
was unhurt , also his wife, standiug'neer,
and old Mr. Upton, likewise unhurt.
But the effects of the lightning about
the premises aw astonishing. Old Mr.
Upton was eating a bowl of bread and milk,
with one hand upon the bowl, the other
holding the spoon the bowl was broken
in his hand, and the spoon has not been
found. Old Mrs. Upton had a cup of tea
in her hand, and herself covered with the
wreck of the chimney, among which was a
piece of timber from the front of the (irj-
place, eight feet long, with i. flat bar of
iron attached.
English beauty. Ho had eyes of the
same deep bluo with Marion Illslcy's, but
the expression was very different. They
beamed upon you like a summer day, clear,
untroubled, and yet with a noul in tLoi
depths, all the more visible from their
very cloarness. His hair was of the same
golden shade with Marion's flowing tress
es, and it clustered in short, thick curls
aroun his fair open brow. There was
something indescribably sweet about his
mouth, and his smile seemed to kindle his
whole face.
"I am very glad to see you, cousin Isa,"
he said very quietly, in a rich, musical
voice, coming toward me, with his extend
say. haps L had never been more wildly happy.
Through the whole winter he came to Every shriek of the wind tell on my ear
see me almost daily. One day in the early like a shout of exultation, in which i
spring, he came in thoughtfully. longed to join. My eyes kindled with a
nT i 1.. :J nJn t,;nlr mi or, I n-lonm nt rfplirrlit. nnri 1 tmrlv nlnanftrl mv
" ISil, no duiu. uu jyu ium cu i " o r j 1 J . . . , , .
' ' . . ....IT Viovo hoon Vinldinir him in mv irmn."
m.A,J" hands together in ecstacv. buddenlv the '
'r-b' . . . . ruWi rlifl. too Tsa. vou must not
"lounzl Ko, indeed, X answered, aoor oi my room was yusueu uu, uu - -
o i ' ' . I tlirnw vnnr life ftwnv. mv beautiful rturlincr
1 V.- 1 V.. X tr.nr iroora nlHnr mv fnthp.r Bt.1(T(TorP(i &prf)SS tllfl thrOSUOld. " ""J J 6'
laugmugij. xuu ,Uu. v. -v .--OB-.---- - , T cIidII m11 H.tW. For mv V tW
than 1 am, and I feel old enough for one I sprang from tho window and supported 7 '
o luetuuauiuu o ucui iuuuivo, j . . , , .
"True, I am four years older than you, "It has coine," he gasped, faintly. "The lUB uu
nn T fihll U twflntv in a few months. I doom-the sudden death. It has followed w - -
think I may speak. Sit down, Isa, and me for years-ever since I so deeply wrong- art ikLTC
Katnn uirmiiB.v .TminfF ha I ftni. I have ed mv beautuul Inez, it nas come, ai- ri. j
"M,w wviviji w O ' I " I UAIH v!0lUU3 JL ayUiUUbllV aUU VfliUUDl VffltU
1 i:f..l ..J wnna if a ohaHnw hna hopn hPQin A inn in I . . . 1 J: a1 nl V...x
ed hand. My fingers touched his, for a 8ec" BreM m J u.uu.. - ----- -- ---- ----- - - uu, (Wg H.m
i-i 1 j.v ij .iVi 1 had as many fancies as there are beads m the Btreet in the fields, and here in this one light in my darxness, and that was the
singlo instant, and thon I drew them back, u J . , u h entered soul Jth th
trembling so I could scarcely stand. My - - ---- , T. v..,. 1,. three words, "for my Bako." Yes, for
face crimsoned so deeply that my father U I ed you less I could tell it to you tress. Hold me tender y Isa. Ycur 1 ve I .g j
(U ,nA BaA YmAU-. setter. 1 seem 10 ave oui7 wucu . mm . v-w.. - x must live 1
m...v..,.u. v , . - . vnn fil,ftU onv atr vA to AL .1 Hit.. J V
... . . . j T. i llijl. I nere Wltn VOU. imi w wum mew nun k j i vu, niwc nwii, uuki uoi3, nut u mv
xouu.usino.iuiuu. iicwiv i ' . vmr evc .k of toke aay your heritage. I shall be It father lay in state for his burial, and after
puss, isa never saw cut one visitor oe- v . ' - , ' a, . nifi ft, thnt wben his coffin had been borne out
fore in her life eh, lsaT" 1" "T" 7 7 . r T .,, 4 . :.u t' tnnA of the house, when the mourners had fol-
I blushed still more deeply, and he laugh- can 001 80 Ior &ny 0luer' 18 1U evc" l' lowed it, and I was left alone. Isawmany
indv reioined vami
" i .
"A sore subject, isn't it? Well, I I hardly comprehended nis meaning,
won't discuss it any longer. I'm hungry I and Bat in silence,
as a Polar boar. Could your ladyship give
us some supper ?"
"I know it is wrong," he continued,
by her side in heaven I peopi0 jn th0Se days, friends of my fath
Ho was silent for a moment there was er'8l who came and went. They looked
fearful lull in the Btorm a deathly still- pityingly at my sorrowful face, and some
ncss which you could almost see. Not a of them spoke to me, but I scarcely rous-
x ed myself from my abstrtctwa enough to
"unfair. I know you have seen no one oougn smverea eveu uu kU ur u igUj and afUjr while u all ceasedj ftnd
m.j f io. .,m t W fcr nil that, vou can tell whether " w uubuuu wu. mey leit me to myseir. ivegmaiu nau
, , , ... . - .. "u .11 v; lr
tn Boa ti,.f tvn iM.tv:nm, OPa , invn m. If vou do. vou never oould "iney are waiuug, u wuibi-u, t,- Deeu Wu . .u u. . -a.u&
wl Mv. fiither followfld tn. tnt. love another, and it is no harm. I do not a look which was too peaceful for terror,
""bv ' ' v, ,mn ft,tr.'
. T ra in lnrn thn roaiiU nf ni nfifld anv iftloilSV. or OOmPetltlOn. tOmaXO " " "B
iUHo awvs, .v . w- , t.- v . ' .. .u .
exneriment in trvimr. to irive me cloasure. me feel your erace and beauty, darling, "Ane. spmw-vu uu
f . . " I . . ..... . a .iiilJJ. .... rinrm Whnn t.hflT tlltlW
WU,Ipa r' ' CjOjron rove me iKiweTtnan your wier tu ov'"' "
The grand-daughter was thrown from ler
seat at the table near tho fireplace, and
was literally covered with bricks and mor
tar. Nearly every article of crockery in
the house, two clocks, three looking glas
ses, and two old-fashioned oak tables in
the kitchen were smashed. The chair in
which old Mrs. Upton nas sittine, was
broken into twenty pieces-at any rate that
number of pieces belongingto it were found
every chair in tho kitchen was broken
Every partition in the house was removed
from its position and more or less shatter
ed. The fluid seems to have gone through
the bottom of a cooking Btovo, sitting in
the kitchen fireplace, leaving a hole as if
made by a shot four iuches in diameter ta
king off one leg of the stove, then enter
ing the floor, leaving a hole large enough
for any ordinary sized man to pasn through.
Tho hoops ou one barrel of molasics,
two soap barrels, and one keg were all cut
off; a stone jar sitting on a board over one
of these barrels, was severed horizontally
and the bottom part unmoved, the top be
ing carried off. .
Every window sach in the houu ww
completely demolished, excepting, one in
the west chamber. Here there is a souaro
a
of gloss with a space out out as if by the
point of a diamond, just the size of a brick
two inches- by eight showing that a
brick has been projected through it "quick
as lightning." . .
Most of the materials projected fioui
the house were in a northerly dirtciion
pieces of glass and mortar being Lund-six
ty feet distant. Between the houso and
the barn are a dozen of apple trees one
large tree near the house was untouched,
but twojoilers, some six rods distant, wtrc
shattered. . ; , .
A large tight trunk, filled with fine clo
thing, &c., was found locked and apparent
ly uninjured outward, yet, on being open
ed, the soot from the chimney lay. half nu
inoh thick over the contents, and eift-ed
through in every direction. Tin pans of
milk on a shelf in the cellar were unharm
ed, yet some empty pans, one in tho oth
er, on the same shelf, were broken up.
The fluid passed ont through eight differ
ent places in the body of the house, besides
those described. Jfriianrf .AJwrtucr.
.. u VJ
moro and more dear and necessary to me
by his silent sympathy, and the fond care
Iwmcn strove to ugnten my vuruuiu, wnn
out thought for his own.
TO Bl! OONT1NTJEP.J
&.The cure of all the ills and wrongs
and, .cares and sorrows, and tho crimes of
humanity, lies in that . one little word,
Love! '

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