Cheraw chronicle. (Cheraw, S.C.) 1896-2005, March 05, 1908, Image 6
I
[THE OVTER~~j
DARKNESS.
| f By SIB/rEy H. COLE. A
I Copyright. 1907. by C. H. SutcllfTe. 1
Ackroyd moved bis chair from the
eerner that be might have an unobRtroeted
view of Drusilla's face. She
was seated near tbe piano lamp, ostensibly
examining tbe score of a recent
musical farce be bad brongbt ber. Her
chin rested In one little upturned palm,
and ber eyes were fixed pensively on
the musip Id her lap. Ackroyd watched
ber silently for some moments. He
was loatb to disturb tbat pose.
"I saw Ted Brlggs today," be said at
length, and be said it with tbe evident
expectation of a flutter of excitement
on Drusllla's part In this, however,
he was disappointed. She turned a
page of the score without raising ber
eyes.
"Did you?" she said calmly.
"I did," he affirmed., "Had a sort of
an all gone air about him."
Drusllla was silent.
"Looked as if he needed some one to
sympathize with him?or kick him."
Ackroyd pursued.
Another page of the score was turned,
but Drusllla said nothing.
"Haven't seen blm round here lately,"
said Ackroyd. and his tone sug-1
gested much.
"It's something over a week since he4
called last." said Drusllla Innocently.
"HOW," UID HK, RISING AND BOWING
GBAVKLT.
Ackroyd smiled grimly, but Drusilla's
eyes being on the score its meaning
was lost on ber.
"Same old story, I presume," said he.
"What's the same old story?" she
said, with some emphasis.
"Got his conge, eh?"
"What are you talking about?"
Ted Brlggs."
"Well, what about him?"
- i. I-A- AU ^
"He seems to nave neen casi mio wc
titer darkness with his innumerable
predecessors," Ackroyd observed.
Drustlla shrugged her shoulders.
"I don't see .why I should fret myself
over that," she said.
"For casting him there, of course,"
said Ackroyd severely.
"Admitting I did." said Drusllla with
challenge in her voice.
"Ted Brlggs is a particular friend
of mine." Ackroyd began.
"Must 1 marry all your particular
friends?" said Drusllla with sardonic
deference.
Aekroyd's eyes flashed angrily.
"You knew all the time he was taking
things seriously." he remonstrated.
"You might have a little mercy on
such chaps."
"Oh. doti't let's squabble every night
you come here, said Drusilla wearily.
"Here's the 'Palm* song. Shall I sing
it to you. Max?"
She seated herself at the piano and
i.k ?n InlmllohlallOla rirnll.
BUUg Willi Ull 11VI U11U1.1U1.1V 1.11.V ..v..
eries. When she had finished she
swung about to face Ackroyd.
"Did that soothe your savage breast.
Maxle?" 6be asked sweetly.
Ackroyd scowled. "When will you
ever he serious?" he said.
"I was never so serious in iny life,"
she asserted. "Indeed I am completely
weighed down with responsibility
and remorse. You don't Imagine he'll
take prussic acid, do you, Max?" she
ended In tragic tones.
Ackroyd looked at her with cold dLsapproval.
"Between old friends"? he began.
But Drusilla at once cut him short
"Now, Max, I'm awfully sorry, but If
you begin to scatter any of that fatherly
advice about here you'll have to
go home, and I counted on a delightful
evening with you here," she said tentatively.
"Nevertheless." said Ackroyd, "I
shall say what I set out to, be the penalty
what It may."
Drusilla rested her elbows on the
keys and looked at him archly.
"I was about to remark," Ackroyd
went on, "that In the social sea yon
are a sort of uncharted reef on which
the affections of many serlons minded
young men are shipwrecked."
"What a metaphor!" she taunted.
"Their shipwrecks don't seem to be
alarming calamities, however. They
survive them."
"And there are others who are in
danger of sailing straight on to the
reef, knowing all its dangers," said he.
"Dear me!" said Drusllla. "They
shopld take a course In navigation."
"The fear of ridicule may keep them
away for a time, but in the end they're
bound to tempt fate." he said.
Drusllla regarded him amusedly.
"I think it would be interesting to
meet some of that class," said she.
"I can introduce you to one." said he.
"When?" Drusllla Inquired eagerly.
"Now," said he, rising and bowing
gravely.
"You!" she gasped.
"Even I," he said, unsmiling.
There was a somewhat embarrassed
pause. Ackroyd broke it. v
"I shall never be happy uhtll I offer
myself to you. I don't expect to be
happy afterward. I shall merely join
the others in the outer darkness, and
the suspense will be over."
Drusllla rested her chin on her palm
again. A bit of added color flushed her
cheeks. Her eyes were pensive.
"I've been very much a coward,"
said Ackrovd. "I was afraid you'd
laugh. That Is why I've been silent so
long."
He leaned forward In bis chair. His
manner was pleadingly earnest. Drusllla
moved uneasily.
"Why don't you offer yourself, then,
and have it over?" she asked. ,
Ackroyd squared his shoulders. "I
do offer myself, Drusilla," said he.
"My silence has been such a long one
the laugh should be doubly merry," he
added bitterly.
Drusilla turned to the piano. She
ran her fingers over the keys in" soft
little minor harmonies. Ackroyd wait
ed impatiently; then he strode to the
piano and bent over her. Something
glistened on her lashes, and there was
a shining streak down either cheek.
"Good heavens!" cried Ackroyd in
sudden comprehension. He laughed
happily.
"It?it?isn't funny. I?I?d-don't feel
a bit like 1-laughing," confessed Drusilla.
And Ackroyd was thereupon relieved
from any fears of "the outer darkness."
i
"And you say you are looking for
yrork?" asked the kind old lady of
Frazzled Franklyn.
"That's right, mum, but I can't find
anything to do."
^ _'!How_dJd. you Joee jocr -"I
was pardoned, mum."?LoUlsvllIe
Herald.
?
This ie what Hon. Jake Moore,
State Warden of Georgia, ?ays of
Kodol For Dyspepsia: '*E. C,
DeWitt's & Co., Chicago, 111.?
Dear Sire?I have suffered more
than twenty years from indiges
t ion. About eighteen months ago
1 had grown so much worse that
1 could not not digest a crust of
corn bread and could not retain
anything on my stomach I lost
26 lbs.; in fact I made up my
mind that I could not live but a
shbrt time, when a friend of mine
recommended Kodol. I consented
to try it to please him and I
was better in one day I now
weigh more than I ever did in my
life and am in better health than
for many years. Kodol did it. I
k^ep a bottle constantly, and
write this hoping that, humanity
wilj be benefitted. Yours very
truly, Jake C. Moore, Atlanta,
Aug. 10th. 1604." Sold by T. E.
Wannamaker druggist.
Apple Pie and Justice.
The routine of the criminal court
proceedings had been marked by only
one unusual incident, and that was the
alacrity with which a certain hard
character was sentenced for sixty duyB
to the workhouse. "Judge." observed
the distric t attorney at the close of the
dreary session, "you seem to relish the
privilege of sending that man to the
workhouse. Did his case Impress you 7"
"Now. look here," whispered the
judge as he beckoned the attorney
aside, "that man is a worthless fellow,
always drunk and never contributes a
cent to the support of his wife, who is
a most deserving woman. 1 feel sorry
for her, and whenever be is in prison
she comes to our home and assists my
wife in the kitchen. And." chuckled
the judge as he tapped the attorney's
shoulder cheerfully, "she does know
how to bake apple pie."?Argonaut
.??
Get DeWitt's Oarbolized Witch
Hazel Salve?it. is healing, soothing
and cooling. It is good for
piles. Sold by T. E. Wannamaker
druggist.
mi EC get immediate relief from
ILL J Dr. Shoop's Magic Ointment
/
BMlHiMK
i c ^
1BR
M {,
t?
T
!
I Mixed ir
. fi'erfect prin
1-^4-Give us
want and w
fir you.
' ' ' X
I I No matt
A AiaAr/1 r _ latf At?
I we gi\
I ppssion w
S phone on tl
I '
| 4We do
I# every where
Dies cheerfi
I
| We are
I but we won
I job of print]
i
The
s Prir
I Chronicle Buildi
L
\
i
All
ind
YP1
i
i proportions
ting.
the idea of
e will print it
i 1 ?
1 ' % ' . . *
i
:er wnat it
-heads; circut
re it that ani]
hich acts lik
le crowd.
printing for
. Estimates
illy furnished
pretty busy
Id like to figui
ing you need.
Stricl
M A A
iting <
ing, CHE
sfSj
i
E
i produce I
what you I
correctly I
is--plain I
?Twwvly A ^
aio, UUUH- j
mated ex- I
e a mega- I
m
I
people I
-. I
just now, S
re on that I
.
I
klirv j
Co. J
RAW, S. C. I
.?.J