. The Wasp. A Saturday journal of illustration and comment, devoted to the discussion of public affairs, finance, society and art. bleand jealous, that the moment they should encounter,would be her last. Furthermore, he might be ar-rested, and surely would be, if seen. She could notremain in the city under the circumstances, forher evidence would be in request to insure his con-viction. Of the two evils shell choose the least;shell escape! But her heart bled for John; how could she cruel-ly forsake a man, who, while bravely assisting her,came to ruin? Here she paused. She might behappy with Jo
. The Wasp. A Saturday journal of illustration and comment, devoted to the discussion of public affairs, finance, society and art. bleand jealous, that the moment they should encounter,would be her last. Furthermore, he might be ar-rested, and surely would be, if seen. She could notremain in the city under the circumstances, forher evidence would be in request to insure his con-viction. Of the two evils shell choose the least;shell escape! But her heart bled for John; how could she cruel-ly forsake a man, who, while bravely assisting her,came to ruin? Here she paused. She might behappy with John, yes, but her husband is still liv-ing! Hah! she will save John anyway, and after-wards let things take their course. From a choice ofevils she will accept the least. There, in Tasmania,her ruin was inevitable. She had lost her character,her situation, and will, from necessity, be driven toruin. John had acted nobly towards her; she, there-fore, had a duty to fulfil to brave John. A vesselsails that night for San Francisco; she knows a wayby which John and herself may both escape. Herbrother Bob is a pilot; shell see Conflicting emotions, like conflicting waves, sacri-fice their i-lentity by contention; but the waterswhich constitute the wave, help the formation of thecoming billow. The struggles of Jenny to attain an object, yet toavoid an evil, were of one who had the wisdom to feardanger, but who had not the requisite judgment to es-cape from it. To her simple experience, her embar-assment assumed huge proportions, and becomingregardless of consequences, her desperation quicklymerged into defiance of higher motives and influ-ences. ***** It was a boisterous night; a bitter rain swept uponthe deck aud battered the bellied sails, as the vesselplowed and kicked her way npon her uneven path.
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