Murder of General Nelson
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OCTOBER 18, 1862.] HARPER'S WEEKLY. 671 haunting terror of Mrs. Lecount spread from Noel Vanstone to the captain. For the first few minutes the eyes of both of them looked among the women in the pews with the same searching scrutiny, and looked away again with the same sense of relief. The clergyman noticed that look, and investigated the License more closely than usual. The clerk began to doubt privately whether the old proverb about the bride was a proverb to be always depended on. The female members of the congregation murmured among themselves at the inexcusable disregard of appearances implied in the bride's dress. Kirke's sister whispered venomously in her friend's ear, "Thank God for to-day, for Robert's sake!" Mrs. Wragge cried silently with the dread of some threatening calamity, she knew not what. The one person present who remained outwardly undisturbed was Magdalen herself. She stood with tearless resignation in her place before the altar—stood, as if all the sources of human emotion were frozen up within her. What she suffered that morning she suffered in the secrecy which no mortal insight can divine. The clergyman opened the Book. It was done. The awful words which speak from earth to Heaven were pronounced. The children of the two dead brothers—inheritors of the implacable enmity which had parted their parents—were Man and Wife. From that moment events hurried with a head-long rapidity to the parting scene. They were back at the house, while the words of the Marriage Service seemed still ringing in their ears. Before they had been five minutes indoors the carriage drew up at the garden-gate. In a minute more the opportunity came for which Magdalen and the captain had been on the watch—the opportunity of speaking together in private for the last time. She still preserved her icy resignation—she seemed beyond all reach now of the fear that had once mastered her, of the remorse that had once tortured her to the soul. With a firm hand she gave him the promised money. With a firm face she looked her last at him. "I'm not to blame," he whispered, eagerly; "I have only done what you asked me." She bowed her head—she bent it toward him kindly, and let him touch her forehead with his lips. "Take care!" he said. "My last words are, for God's sake take care when I'm gone!" She turned from him with a smile, and spoke her farewell words to his wife. Mrs. Wragge tried hard to face her loss bravely—the loss of the friend whose presence had fallen like light from Heaven over the dim pathway of her life. "You have been very good to me, my dear; I thank you kindly, I thank you with all my heart." She could say no more; she clung to Magdalen in a passion of tears, as her mother might have clung to her if her mother had lived to see that horrible day. "I'm frightened for you!" cried the poor creature, in a wild, wailing voice. "Oh, my darling, I'm frightened for you!" Magdalen desperately drew herself free, kissed her, and hurried out to the door. The expression of that artless gratitude, the cry of that guileless love, shook her as nothing else had shaken her that day. It was a refuge to get to the carriage—a refuge, though the man she had married stood there waiting for her at the door. Mrs. Wragge tried to follow her into the garden. But the captain had seen Magdalen's face as she ran out, and he steadily held his wife back in the passage. From that distance the last farewells were exchanged. As long as the carriage was in sight Magdalen's face looked back at them; she waved her handkerchief as she turned the corner. In a moment more the last thread which bound her to them was broken; the familiar companionship of many months was a thing of the past already. Captain Wragge closed the house-door on the idlers who were looking in from the parade. He led his wife back into the sitting-room and spoke to her with a forbearance which she had never yet experienced from him. "She has gone her way," he said, "and in another hour we shall have gone ours. Cry your cry out; I don't deny she's worth crying for." Even then—even when the dread of Magdalen's future was at its darkest in his mind—the ruling habit of the man's life clung to him. Mechanically he unlocked his dispatch-box. Mechanically he opened his Book of Accounts, and made the closing entry—the entry of his last transaction with Magdalen—in black and white. "By Recd from Miss Vanstone," wrote the captain, with a gloomy brow, "Two hundred pounds." "You won't be angry with me?" said Mrs. Wragge, looking timidly at her husband through her tears. "I want a word of comfort, captain. Oh, do tell me, when shall I see her again?" The captain closed the book and answered in one inexorable word: "Never!" Between eleven and twelve o'clock that night Mrs. Lecount drove into Zurich. Her brother's house, when she stopped before it, was shut up. With some difficulty and delay the servant was aroused. She held up her hands in speechless amazement when she opened the door and saw who her visitor was. "Is my brother alive?" asked Mrs. Lecount, entering the house. "Alive!" echoed the servant. "He has gone holiday-making into the country to finish his recovery in the fine fresh air." The housekeeper staggered back against the wall of the passage. The coachman and the servant put her into a chair. Her face was livid, and her teeth chattered in her head. "Send for my brother's doctor," she said, as soon as she could speak. The doctor came in. She handed him a letter before he could say a word. "Did you write that letter?" He looked it over rapidly, and answered her without hesitation, "Certainly not!" "It is your handwriting." "It is a forgery of my handwriting." She rose from the chair with a new strength in her. "When does the return mail start for Paris?'' she asked. "In half an hour." "Send instantly and take me a place in it?" The servant hesitated; the doctor protested. She turned a deaf ear to them both. "Send!" she reiterated, "or I will go myself." They obeyed. The servant went to take the place: the doctor remained and held a conversation with Mrs. Lecount. When the half hour had passed he helped her into her place in the mail, and charged the conductor privately to take care of his passenger. She has traveled from England without stopping," said the doctor; "and she is traveling . back again without rest. Be careful of her, or she will break down under the double journey." The mail started. Before the first hour of the new day was at an end Mrs. Lecount was on her way back to England. THE END OF THE FOURTH SCENE.THE MURDER OF GEN. NELSON.ON page 669 we publish an illustration of the ASSASSINATION OF GENERAL NELSON BY GENERAL J. C. DAVIS, which took place ten days since at Louisville. Our picture is from a sketch by our artist, Mr. Mosler, who visited the spot immediately after the affair. The Cincinnati Inquirer gives the following particulars: When the alarm was raised in Louisville that the enemy were marching on that city, General Davis, who could not reach his command under General Buell, then at Bowling Green, went to General Nelson and tendered his services. General Nelson gave him the command of the city militia so soon as they were organized. General Davis opened an office and went to work in assisting the organization. On Wednesday last General Davis called upon General Nelson in his room at the Galt House, in Louisville, when the following took place: GEN. Davis. "I have the brigade, General, you assigned me ready for service, and have called to inquire if I can obtain arms for them." GEN. NELSON. "How many men have you?" DAVIS. "About twenty-five hundred men, General." NELSON (roughly and angrily). "About twenty-five hundred! About twenty-five hundred! By G—d! you a regular officer, and come here to me and report about the number of men in your command? G—d d—n you, don't you know, Sir, you should furnish me the exact number?" DAVIS. "General, I didn't expect to get the guns now, and only wanted to learn if I could get them, and where; and, having learned the exact number needed, would then draw them." NELSON (pacing the room in a rage). "About twenty-five hundred! By G—d I suspend you from your command, and order you to report to General Wright; and I've a d—d mind to put you under arrest. Leave my room, Sir!" Davis. "I will not leave, General, until you give me an order." NELSON. "The h—l you won't! By G—d I'll put you under arrest, and send you out of the city under a provost guard! Leave my room, Sir!" General Davis left the room, and, in order to avoid an arrest, crossed over the river to Jeffersonville, where he remained until the next day, when he was joined by General Burbridge, who had also been relieved by Nelson for a trivial cause. General Davis came to Cincinnati with General Burbridge, and reported to General Wright, who ordered General Davis to return to Louisville and report to General Buell, and General Burbridge to remain in Cincinnati. General Davis returned on Friday evening and reported to General Buell. Nothing further occurred until yesterday morning, when General Davis, seeing General Nelson in the main hall of the Galt House, fronting the office, went up to Governor Morton and requested him to step up with him to General Nelson and witness the conversation that might pass between Nelson and him. The Governor consented, and the two walked up to General Nelson, when the following took place: GEN. DAVIS. "Sir, you seemed to take advantage of your authority the other day." GEN. NELSON (sneeringly, and placing his hand to his ear). "Speak louder, I don't hear very well." DAVIS (in a louder tone). "You seemed to take advantage of your authority the other day." NELSON (indignantly). "I don't know that I did, Sir." DAVIS. "You threatened to arrest and send me out of the State under a provost guard." NELSON (striking Davis with the back of his hand twice in the face). "There, d—n you, take that!" DAVIS (retreating). "This is not the last of it; you will hear from me again." General Nelsen then turned to Governor Morton, and said: "By G—d, did you come here also to insult me?" Gov. MORTON. "No, Sir; but I was requested to be present and listen to the conversation between you and General Davis." GEN. NELSON (violently to the by-standers). "Did you hear the d—d rascal insult me?" and then walked into the ladies' parlor. In three minutes General Davis returned, with a pistol he had borrowed of Captain Gibson, of Louisville, and walking toward the door that Nelson had passed through, he saw Nelson walking out of the parlor into the hall separating the main hall from the parlor. The two were face to face, and about ten yards apart, when General Davis drew his pistol and fired, the ball entering Nelson's heart, or in the immediate vicinity. General Nelson threw up both hands and caught a gentleman near by around the neck, and exclaimed, "I am shot!" He then walked up the flight of stairs toward General Buell's room, but sank at the top of the stairs, and was unable to proceed further. He was then conveyed to his room, and when laid on his bed requested that the Rev. Mr. Talbott, an Episcopal clergyman stopping in the house, might be sent to him at once. The reverend gentleman arrived in about five minutes. Mr. Talbott found General Nelson extremely anxious as to his future welfare, and deeply penitent about the many sins he had committed. He knew that he must die immediately, and requested the ordinance of baptism might be administered, which was done. The General then whispered, "It's all over," and died in fifteen minutes after he was conveyed to his room. His death was easy, the passing away of his spirit as though the General had fallen into a quiet sleep. ADVERTISEMENTS.
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