Penny Dreadfuls, 1860 · page 127 of 140
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DEATH OF THE YOUNG. 123 shouldn’t be ashamed to show it to the angels—if they'll have any thing to do with a poor, ignorant fellow like me, as Pallas said they would. You’re married, ain’t you ?” “She is my wife,” said Philip, gently, taking her hand. “It made me crazy to think of it once; but it’s over now. Alice, you’ve my blessin’ and my wishes that you may be happy all your life. Forgive me the trouble I’ve made ye, and may you and him be happy long after the grass grows over poor Ben Perkins.” Alice sobbed aloud, and the rough men standing around were grave and silent. The last sentence had been spoken in a whisper, and it was evident that life was ebbing away rapidly. He closed his eyes, and the sweat gathered on the pallid face, but a short time since, rich with the olive and crimson of health and youth. “I shan’t be twenty-two till next month,” he whispered, with shut eyes. “Put it on my tombstone, and let ’em put on it— , “Oh, his hesrt. his heart was broken For the love of Alice Wilde.’ ” They stood looking at him. ‘““ Alice—good-by. Alice—where are you? Alice!” ‘Here, Ben—here I am;” but she spoke to a corpse. He died with the name of the woman he had loved with all the power of his passionate nature trembling upon his last breath. The next day they buried him in a lovely spot on the bank of the river; and, spite of all his errors and crimes, he was not unwept and not unmourned. Once he had been gay and frank, kind and honest, handsome and merry—and the memory of his good qualities swept away the judgment Eee upon his later actions. Poor Saturn’s remains were ‘not discovered; and Pallas, with the superstition of her class, was inclined to believe that he had been translated bodily, in the chariot of the wind, to that better world of which they had spoken so much together. It was a pleasant belief, and afforded her great consolation. ‘““He allers was so fond of dressin’ and good clo’es; and he’d been taken up in his new suit as if a-purpose to please i ' GCOMiGbdooksaco