Ah, my God, how my heart went out in pity for
the sweet young creature; but what could I do. The villain had his
way; and all night long his victim wailed in a way to melt a heart of
stone. They became alarmed at her constant crying; and one dreary
night the old woman and Silent Poll dragged her to the edge of the
pond. Tying a stone to her neck they threw her in. She lies there,'
pointing to a spot about twenty yards distant, near a steep part of
the bank; 'and the water is three fathoms deep.
'But she is not the only victim. At a class-leader's house Jud Sykes
made the acquaintance of a beautiful girl of eighteen. On a certain
Saturday afternoon Marguerite, for that was the girl's name, set out,
on foot; from her own house, to pass the Sunday with her aunt. The
Rev. Mr. Jonas, who had spent the preceding night at her father's
house, was aware of the visit; and he was posted in the bush close to
the road-side as the girl came along.
'"Good afternoon, Miss Marguerite," he exclaimed; "I was gathering
these beautiful wild flowers, and heard a step. Guess my surprise, my
pleasant surprise, at seeing you, my dear.
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