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Mexican Times (Newspaper) - March 17, 1867, Mexico, New Mexico A SEMI'WEEKLY JOURNAL DEVOTED TO MINERALOGY, AGRICULTURE, LITERATURE, COMMERCE AND POLITICS* DAME WILLOW'S KNITTING. Ci'ies of sunshine, rivers of shade, �\\re-e mapped upon the sanded floor. The ancient clock a finger laid Over agtint the sign of four ; A hollyhock took t� its flaming breast All th- 2"ld 'hat the sun could spar", And jruartled it close \>y the window west- Bchiod the good dame's cross-legged ehair. There, where she sat, the slant, warm light �Made bronze glows on her bombazine ; A high, frilled cap of softest white Shaded her countenance serene. Ere't slip sat, as in younger dny e hours 10 days. The days to mouths, and the months to years, While man, in God's mysterious ways, Knits an existence of joys and lean. All of life in one woof is wrought- Past hnd present With future joined. By stitches of word, and deed, and thought. By threads of hope from the soul-fife coined." Good Dame Willow, with wondering gaze, Looked at the needles a moment-then Cleared her '-specs1' of suspected haze. And arched them over her nose ngain. "Through all the bright and nil the murk "The earth grows steady," the voice went on ; - "For earth is Heaven's knitting work, And the ages seem it, ore by one, God gathered the threads, ere the work begun, * He holds them, still, in His hollowed hand; Each life-pattern shows when it's done, But the weaver can never understand. All good arts are knitting the heart To God, in loops of faith and prayer; Evil is cutting the sthches apart. To ruin the fabric everywhere. 'Beauty and Wisdom," the needles said, "Are casting the s-titches tor purer life . While, thooghtlessly, Pleasure, passion-led, Mingles tiiein in a tangled stri'e. The seems of th- times will widen fast- Widen to fit the coming Heaven ; Death will cast light on the darkened past, To show where the stitches were left uneven. The angels wilt help, in 'he stronger light, To take up loops that were dropped before ; The hidden pat�rn show, broad and bright, While the work progresses more and more. BLACK SHEEP'. IT XDS1VSB TATEI. Book II. CHAPTER III -THE HUBOW Of DEATH. - Continuation. - The appearance of this person the man failed in describing with much distinctness, but h'S was quite positive about the coat, which he hud taken from the man and hung up on a peg with his own nands. And now. Glare, I am coming to the strangest part of this strange story. " T.ie girl listened with interest indeed, and wi li ait' tition, but still wondering how her u�rl*>. rould be involve.? in the matter, and perhaps feeling a little impatient at lh rderas a political assassination ? Listen to this, Clare ;" and he read aloti I, while she stood by the window, her buck turned towards him, and listened, intently, greedily, with a terrible fear and sickness at Iter he.art: ' The supposition t��ai ths atrocious crime has been committed from political motives has, in our opinion, no foundation in probability, and derives very little support from common sense. The appearance of the body, the fineness of the linen, the expensive quality ol the attire, th* torn condition nf ihu hreasl and sleeves of the shirt, which seems plainly to indicate that studs, probably cf value, had been wrenched violently out the extreme improbability that an individual, so handsomely dressed as the murdered man, would have u-en nut without money in his pocket, all indicate robbery at least; and if perhaps more thin robbery. "bability is that themurdered man is a po- , -.crt.inly not less, to have been the motive Dame Willow looked round ; the voice had ceased, Down at her feet the knitting work lay ; Thh frill wf her cap was a trifle creased- The kitten had rolled her ball away ; She turned ; away f.om the window flowers A hummingbird flew. With startled dire; The lioljjhock closed its colored towers, 'Ihe clock was pointing the hour of five. EGO AND ECIKU-A PHANTASY. BY JOHN G. SAXK. I asked of Echo, t'other day. (Whose words are few and often funny,' What to a novice fh� wouhl say Ol courtship, love and m-itrimony ! Q,uolh Echo, plainly- ".Waiter of money?) When should I marry ?-should it be A dashing dan-sel gay and pert- A pattern of inconstancy Or selfish mercenary flirt! Quoth Echo, sharply-uIYary Flirt! What if-aweary of the strife, That long has lured the gay deceiver- She promised to amend her life, Anil sin no more, can 1 believe her ! � �>: Quoth Echo, villi decision-''Leave kerV But if some maiden with a heart. On me should venture to bestow it, Prey, should I act'the wiser part To take the treasure or" fun go it? Qouth Echo, very promptly-"6fo But what if. seemingly afraid, To;biml her fate'iri Hymen's fetter, She'fows she means to die a maid- Jin answer to.m) loving letter? Qouth Echo, Taiher cuolly-'�Let her!" What if-, in spile .nd the. man de�-coat asked Clare, with a ^ name. ween die man purchaser of the c�;av enbed by the waiter as the wearer of th at the tavern. But b-ith descriptor] ar; very vague. �* ' W'iat was the cp\t like V in a strange, deliberate tone. " It was a blue Witney overcoat, label inside the collar, beating Evans' The waiter at the tavern, where the mur-drre.d man dined, hid read ih-i name, arid rem-rnhered it. This led to their sending to me, an 1 my being known t-> the authorities as a very active magistrate " (here Mr. Oai-ruthers swelled- ami 'pouted again with importance), ''they naturally .communicated with mc The question is, now, h .wain I to j-istify the v- ry flattering confidence which Lord W-.dsteidiidirie has placed in me. It is a 'difficult question, and I Inve been con-sideiing it maturely. Mr. Dalrymp|e seems to think the clue quit* lost. But I am not disposed to let it rest; I am determined to set every possible engine at work to discover wnether the description given by the waiter, and that given. by_ Evans, tally with one another." 'You said the inquest was adjourned, I think," said Clare "Yes. until to-day; but Mr. Dalrymple will not have learned anything'.' There will be an ripen verdict." (Here MrJ Carruthers' condescendingly explained to his niece the meaning of the term.) ' And the affair will be left to be unravelled' in time. I im anxious to do all [ can towards that end ; it is a duty I owe to socje'v, to Lord Wolsten-bolmc, and t'^J^self Clare.had risen from.,her p,hajr, and ap oached the TjindoV-'*' Her" "hcfe'could no her face, as he-resumed his seat at the* of the crime. An absurd theory has been founded upon a peculiarly in the dres3 of the victim, and upon a remark made by the only Witness at the inquest about his tone of voice. Nothing is more likely, in our opinion, than a complete miscarriage of justice in this atrocious case. Suspicion has been arbitrarily directed in one chancel, and the result will be, probably, the totil neglect of nthir and more likely ones. While the political n-urdered is being theorised about and "wanted," the more ordinary criminal, the rtiffiar. who kills for giin, and not for patriotism or principle, is as likely as not to escape comfortably, and enjoy his swag in some pleasant, unsuspected, and undisturbed retreat.' " Now, I call thi* moat unjustiii.-ible," said Mr. Carruthers in a tone of dignified remonstrance and indignation. ' Really, 'he liberty of the press is going quite too far. The government are convinced that the murder is political, and I can't see-" It was at this point of Mr. Ca rrulhers's harangus that he was interrupted by his wife's ..maid. - When-'lie ffg tin looked for Clare, she had disappeared, nor did he nor any of the frightened or agitated household at Poynings sec the young la-ly again for many hours. Dr. Miiukj arrived and found Mr. Carruthers considerably distressed at the condition in which Mr. Carruthers was, also a lit le annoyed at that lady's want of consideration in being ill, and tinabln to refrain from hinting, with much reserve and dignity of manner, that he was at present more, than usually engig.jd in bu-iness of the last importance, which rendered it peculiarly unfortunate that he should have any additional care imposed on him-public importance, he took care to explain, and no less onerous than mysterious. But the worthy gen'leman's pride and pompous-riess wer� soon snubbed by the extreme gravity of Dr. .Vltnms's manner, as ho answer ed his inquiries and put questions in his turn relative to his patient. The doctor was both alarmed and puzzled by Mrs. Carru hers's state. H^ told her husband she w.n very seriously ill ; he feared brain fever ad already si t in. Could Mr. Carruthers ac.couni for t:�e seizure in any way T No, Mr.. Carruthers coufd not; nei her could the housekeper, nor M>. Carruthers'* maid, oth of whom were clos-ly questional, as having more and more frequent nccess to that lady's presence than any other mem-lisrs of ihe househ ild. Had Mrs. Carruthers heard any distres- Quo h Echo,; laughinglyout'" But ifjsome maid wituuwj^  1 Wilh blA�ts; ., rest: ISvSl. I ' ^outh Echo/(, jng*;'tiieywerr, �,,�...._,..___,.. it* they had nbttlmt paramount claim to'eon side{c�Uon>.<ihe communictsiioti,j? question, mighthare.been ,deemed. jliilLand trivial. Whatever their nature, Clare Carruthers turned her head from'-Xht' wiiidW, and fur. lively watchedi her.!uncle dniiiig th-ir pe- and much use of bw fold rimmed, eve flag. se*, as Ins habit was, but '(hen Iqid them sing intelligence ! had she received Vshock 6f any kind! th.i doctor inquired. Mr. Cir-rotheis appeared l� sustain one from the question. Of course not; certainly not; nothing of the kind, he replied, with some unrepressed irritation of manner, and secretly regarded the; bar- suggestion of such a probability as almost indecent. Mr. Carruthers of Poynings receive shocks indeed ! The doctor, who knew and disregarded his peculiarities, calmly pursued his inquiries undeterred by Mr. Carruihers's demeanour, and, finding that nothing particular-had happened, acknowledge tha1, there' being' no apparent cause to which so sudden and serious an illness: could be attributed; he was the; more u,ne,a�y^as to its probable result. Then .Mr, Carruthers caught the infection of his-alarm, an J all the best side of his character, all ihe real lore and ap-, preciation of hi*: wife,' ordinarily overlaid P.V his egr^h?m11n*n�8ijout.'n full force, and the stauiichest.stickler for.domestic fealty could uot'ha'ye jJemrinded'greHt^r solicitude than the fr.igliteriedh'usban'd exhibited. In a wonderfully short snace of time the honso.assumed itheisppearance which ill ness always gives. The servants went about their work whwperiiig, and the siting-rooms were, sije'i.t and deserted. No one bestowedVWiougfit^on' 'Clare, the attendants -ks, heavy-eyed, the girl was piteous to see, and �li--knew it. The hours that had passed over since she left her uncle's presence in the morning had been laden with horror, with dread, with such anguish as had never in its lightest form touched her young spirit before, and she trembled as she marked the ravagns they had made in her face. " What shall 1 do?" she murmured, as though questioning her own forlorn image in the glass. "What shall I do? I dare n�t stay aw.ty from dinner, and what will they say when they see my face ?" She fastened her hair, and bathed her face with col.I water, then returned to the glass to look at it again ; but the pallor was still upon the lips, the discolatiou was still about the heavy nydids, As she stood despairingly bftfore the dressi ngtable, her maid came to her. " The dinner-bell will not ring, ma'am," said the girl.''Mr, Carruthers is afraid of the noise for Mrs. Carruthers." ' Ay,'"said Clare, listlessly, still looking at the disfigured imag.i in the glass. " How is she ?" " No better, ma'am ; very bad indeed, I believe, But don't take on so Miss Clare." her maid went on, aff-ctianately. ' She is not so bad ns they say, perhaps; and at all events, you'll kilo :k yourself up and be no comfori to Mr. Carruthers." A light flashed upon Clare. She had only to keep silence, and no one would fiad htu out; her tears, her anguish, would bs imputed to her share of the family uoubie. Ile.r maid, who would naturally have no ired her appearance immediately, expressed no surprise. Mrs. Carruthers was very ill, then. Something new had occurred since the morning, when thre had been no hint of anything serious in her indisposition. The maid evidently believed her mistress acquainted with all that had occurred. She had only to keep quid, and nothing would betray hfr ignorance. So she allowed the girl to talk, while she made some t'ifluig chance in her dress, and soon learned all the particulars of Mrs. Carruihers's illness, and the doctor's visit, of her uncle's alarm, and Mrs. Brokes devoted attendance on her mistress. Then Clare, tiembling, ihoug relieved of her im mediate apprehension of discovery, went down-stairs to join her uncle at th ir dreary dinner. He made no comm nt upon the gir'li appearance, and, indeed, h irdly spoke. The few word* of sympathy which Clare ventured to say were briefly answered, and as soon as possible he left the dining room, Clare sat by the table tor a while, with her face buried in her hands, thinking, suffering but not weeping. She had no more tears today to shed. Presently she went to Mrs, Carruihers's rocm, and sat down on a chair behind the door, abstracted and silent. In the large dimly-lighted room she was hardly seen by the watchers. She saw her t.ncle come in, and stand forlornly by the bed, then the doctor came, and several figures movefl about silently and went away, and then thre was no one b.it Mrs. Brookes sitting s ill as a statue beside ihe sufferer, who lay in a state of stupor, How long she had b.:en in the room before the old woman perceived her, Clare did not know, but she felt Mrs. Brookes bending over her, and taking her and taking her hand, before she knew she had moved from the bedsi le. " Pray go away and lie down, Miss Carruthers," the old woman said, half tenderly, half severely. * You can do no good here yet,'and you will be ill yourse.f.' We can't do with more trouble in 'the-house, and crying your eyes out of your head, as you've been d'jying. won't li lp any one, my dear. I will send you word how she is the. first thing in the morning." The old woman raised the girl by a gen tie impulse, as. .-he spoke,- and she went meekly away, Mrs. Brookes closing the door-behind her with an, unspoken reflection oh tne u";eli-ssness of girls, who, whenever anything is- ihe rhatter',; can d.> nothing-but cry ' :The night graduallyvfell: upon Poynings. the soft, swe.ct, early^sitrnmer night, ft crept into the sick-roorn, and overshadowed the still forrti'up'on'the bed, tlie form whose stillness was to' be succeedcd'W-the '.gerceun-rcst the torturing,;bngue.; efllirt of,fever; it closed over the stein pompous master of Poynings, wakeful'and sorely troubled. It darkened the pretty chamber, deeorate'd wilh rcthousand girlish-treasures, and simple adornments, in which Clace Carruthers was striving sorely with ih� first fierce "trial of her prosperous young-life! When it was at its darkest and deepest; the-girl's- swollen .weary eyelids closed, conquered by the ir-resisijble^mighty.,ben-factor of the yo-tng who suffer.' "Then, if any eye could hare pierced tHe,ida./rk'ne"ss'and'looked at her. as sb,e,l�y stoepmgj.jtfii}' stamp' of great-fear upon her face, even in her slumber, And.her breant shaken ,by( frequent. b,eiivy sighs, it 'would^vtf'Ineif'.Meh" thai1* o'n�-'hand'- was Riddeptiinder ml where she found the reign of dangerous illnes serious* ly inaugurated. J'r. Munns came, and early in the after-ro"n it grave and polite gen'leann arrived from.-London, who was very affible. but rattier reserved, and who was also guilty of the unaccountable bad taste of sngg istin^ a shock in connection with Mrs. Cicru-thers's illness. He also was emphatically corrected by Mr. Carruthers, but not with the same harrhness which had market tint gentleman's reception of Dr. Munns's suggestion- The grave gentleman from L m-don made but htile addition to Dr. Munus's treatment, declined to commit 'himself to any decided opinion on the case, and went away, leaving Mr. Carruthers with a sensation of helpb ssne-s and vague injury, to say nothing of downright misery and alarm, to which the Grand' Lama was entirely unaccustomed. Before the London physicianmade his appearance, Clare and her uncle had met at breakfast, and she had learned all there was to he known on the subject which had taken entire and terrible possession of her mind. It,seemed to Clare now that s-he had-no power of thinkingdf anything else,, ih�.l it was quite impossible that only yesterday morning she was a careless, uricorHCious girl'musing-'over' aromantic incident in her life, speculating vaguely upon the possibility of any result accruing from it in the fi-ture, and feelirig as far removed from the crimes and dangers of life'as if they had no existence. Now she took her place,oppo�ite her, uncle wi-'h a face whose pallor and expression of deep-seated trouble even that unobservant' and "self-engrossed potentate ciiuld ndV fail to' notice; He did observe tho alteration in Clare's look*; and ww.nofcaltogether displeased by it. .,lt arijucd deep solicitude for Mrs! Carruthers of Poyningj -ah extremely p.roper 'sentiineiif;rso Mr. Carruthers consoled his niece,1 after his stately fashion,j<ackwowle a,; ye/y, great.drcart of - illness of eveir kind, and a superstitious reverence for the medical.art. the conversation w.n interrupted byihe arrival �f the pVistVand Mr. iCnrrutliers's attention w-as^again drawn.\Q of promoting his own importance in c.mr iJeVtioh-Viih itl

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