Pulp Fiction, 1867 · page 50 of 100
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52 : OLD JUPE. and trusted. Iwas warned before my, marriage, but I did not heed the warning. “T shall not, at present, seek a divorce, though IT might do so, under the law; but you must never expect to hear from me nor see me again. May fate be kinder to you than you have been to LUKE Bryant.” “™ CHAPTER VI. THE PRISON FLOWER. Like a flower blooming in the midst of Alpine snows, Mary’s child first saw the light through prison-bars—a boy, healthy, perfect, beautiful, as though no terrible surprise, no lingering suspense, no final agony of a broken heart, had tor- tured his mother for months, to end in long unconsciousness and a fearful after-struggle for life. Under such miserable cir- cumstances as waited on the child, it might seem as if it had been better that he had never been ; but, he was the savior of his mother from utter despair—perhaps insanity. The love which her husband had thrown back to her, found an object in their babe. Auntie Clare was supported in her “ asservation ” that “no finer boy had ever been born in dat country,” by all the elderly ladies who were permitted. a glimpse of him. Mary wanted for nothing in her illness. The jailer’s wife, who was kindly disposed to her, still voted it a nuisance to take charge of all the delicacies that were sent in. A physician gave her as good care as he would have bestowed on his richest patient. But, as one young life came in, the feeble flame of an older light went out. Mr. Miller was unable to rally after hearing of the cruel letter which his daughter had received, and of the critical condition in which she lay. He died when the baby was a few days old, having never seen his little grandchild. The citizens gave him animposing funeral. Somehow, a feel- ing was creeping through the community, and taking root, that a wrong had been done toward the innocent—that an old man had been sent to his grave, and a young wife brought to _terrible straits, through a too-eager desire of the people to get connicloooks.com