The Mysteries of the Court of London Vol. 7 — page 24: what you’re looking at

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TRE MIBTERIEE frieudyt—for to possess money argnes to a éattain, “Yei,--yeo—I have friends,” qjaculated Crexy Jane,-—" friends who sought to do everything for. a: Buk, nol—my wandering epitit would not suffer mp fo dtay where they placed me. Do you- know, old man,” she added, advanioing chev op to him, and “speaking In s low voice, as well as with & certain mysterious sighifican * do you know that if ever I remain in one b place, something whispers in my eat that I must go forth on my travels again~-for that thete is something which I seok—aud that ‘somethibg I muet find!” “And what is this something which you seek ?” asked the old sexton in « gentle voice; for he pitied the poor woman. Bhe had fallen into a deep reverie: she did not hear the question—or if she did, ghe chose not to auawer it; and for upwards of a minute did silence thus prevail, At length suddenly raising her eyes, abe fixed her looks upon the gravestone with the strangely brief imecription—and abruptly asked, “Who lies there f” ° “A poor lady,” responded old Carnabie, * who died in this village under very distressing circum- stances.” “Yes, yoo—I_ remeniber! you-eaid so the other night {” ejaculated Crasy dane. “I heard you telling that man who was with you-——Bat, ob! my memory is so bad!” and then she pressed ber band; as nf with a sensation of pain, against her forehead. “You told me on that night,” continued Jora- than Carnabie, “that you wanted to ask me some questions. If you like to put them now, I will give you any information thet lies in my power.” “That lady,” said Crazy Jane, keeping her eyes still riveted upon the gravestone,“ was she not mad? did I not heat you say that it was a deep, silent, brooding madnessP ‘Yes, yes! those were the words[” cried the poor creature, with a sudden exultation at having recollected them. “And what I said was the trath,” answered Jonathan Carnabie. “It was a sad tale—and if I thought you could understand it, or follow my | gi words while I tell it-——” q i shball understand it,” interrupted Jane. “Yes -—my mind is clearer now—my ideas are collected —I shall bg able to listen to you. Proceed, before the cloud again comes over me.” se “You see that atone beare the date of October, 1830,” began the sexton: “ but it was in the be- ginning of the same year—therefore a matter of cight = before hers date—that as I as coming early one morning to open the church to ring the hills for » marriage which was to take | place, I agw'a fonisle lying across one of the graves with her face down I hastened towards her, and lifted har up. I thought ehe wai dead—slie wae as puis at 6 corpee, and as cold as one tao. But how beautiful |” "Ab, beantiful indeed!" mermured Crany Jane. | “Bit yo on--go on. Mad elie dark’ bulr—long flowlsig dark hair? " ! ® In trutl she‘had not af that thne,” x old sexton: “foe her head had busi clisly a ) | sla *xouimied ing ker hands eXo.0 the nad wouan, clay g , ‘the| ‘Ob, to ‘cut off- thas beattifal, besutifal hair 2] OF THE COURT. ZT and shaking barwelf ss if in rage Dis heat to «Bid you know her, thea?” sexed dbf Jehucths TN possible thet you aly oF only ho.she was matter eagerly do you who she itterrupted Orazy Jane ti . " Proseed, ¥ E you" . Inte “Well,” continued tig déXtou, at hie mprers perry ae pure Oo iar as , *tatehe was fa a evitable fraune of natad t beat eh he had to "ys and Genel to render it worth whtle for im to proceed,—" I went and pitked ap ; asl have fast told’ tou--the o& ‘lady she wu every & travdl-soiled ;—an you see clove by. The ‘sey all absent at the time, on « in Lancashite: there was no one servant jn the house—but she did her best to re- cover the poor Indy feom her invenstiility. ‘When she opened her eyee-——" “ And those eyes, Gevalated Orsay Jane cagerty, “ were large end — bright, bas :ewdeotly ex: pressive? Oh, methinks I see them tw f”—and the poor creature suddenly Brirst forth Mite an agony of gonvalsive sobs. “ Truty this woman must have Knows (but lady well,” thought Jonathan Oarnabie to himself; and suffering a minute or two to elapse until Crazy Jane's paroxysm of was moderated, he said alowly and quietly, “ Yes, to the beet of my recol- lection the lady Aad large derk eyes: but as for their lustre, it wae andes for their sweet- ness of expression, it was lost in the dull vacaacy of her gaze,” “ Poor deat lady f* murmured Crazy Jane. “Oh, what must she have suffered { what must she hare suffored f sufferings--they have beon as nothing fn ! Do you mean, old man— do you mean thet she was mad?” “ ¥ do,” answered Jonathan ! then after a pause, he went on t say, “I was telling you that I oon- veyed her into the parsonage, where the servente ri attended upon her; and though she came back to life, it could be called to consciousness for the poor ure’s mind seemed totally gone. She took no move notice of anything than a child of six mont d, Stopt—I forgot! Yes, when the maid u ber, there was a emall velvet bag, sewn all round—a little bag not + Z ear 90 large as the palm of your band—and it was fastened to a black ribbon round her neck. This, ap the maid told me—for of course I was not sent when the ledy wag, undressed—she clu with a sudden vehemence, crying out, *No, no! you shall not take it from me f’—The girl’ never meant to: take the bag away; end thirefore she £8 LOAO© in A SS a ee eee (CO)