. Harper's weekly. s not the victim of a deception, the young wifedarted away, and a few minutes afterward found reach of her loving she not gone to the Directory, possibly shemight have procured a pass to Nashville and gone;or, failing in that, might have gone home without gers, longing through day and night for a glimpseol the lace which made the sunshine of his home. A NIGHT IN A SNOW-DRIFT. Theyi An old and apparently totally paralyzed gentle-man, so swathed in shawls, comforters, fur cap, andbuffalo-robe, that only a small strip of his face wasVisible, and that was of a deathlike
. Harper's weekly. s not the victim of a deception, the young wifedarted away, and a few minutes afterward found reach of her loving she not gone to the Directory, possibly shemight have procured a pass to Nashville and gone;or, failing in that, might have gone home without gers, longing through day and night for a glimpseol the lace which made the sunshine of his home. A NIGHT IN A SNOW-DRIFT. Theyi An old and apparently totally paralyzed gentle-man, so swathed in shawls, comforters, fur cap, andbuffalo-robe, that only a small strip of his face wasVisible, and that was of a deathlike hue. A young lady, thickly veiled, apparently not thedaughter of the invalid: for she seemed to avoidlooking at or approaching him, as he half-sat, half- was lying very deep on the ground; e a drift had formed acrossthe line, we had much ado to force our way through party I have described, and amused myself by .-,ulating on the connecting links between suestrange quartette. The lady irtu a lady evidently. Though I. lied by such an evil look, that I resolved to hold ? tongue for the remainder of the young lady, when 1 spoke to the men, gavouick sort of half-turn toward me, as if she spoken; but was instantly checked by one ofI men desiring her, in a rough and peremptory and the young lads between t I should here say that the ; lntelv refused to take any fo r direction, also standing, with her i-tant wilh a , With a quick iveil, and looks fagonized glance slightly leaning toward me. pallid as a word with her lips—but without soundit — pointing to the men; then lowered her ? ? her, looking i folded arms, and eyes half-shut, as if sleepy; not so sleepy,though, hut that I caught o moments view of that That second look satisfied me of what I haddoubted—the word dumbly spoken by the younglady. The uoid was •?Murder! I sat still and thought: Here I am with a couple of murderers—prob-ably armed—their victim apparently the
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