The Darlington news. (Darlington, S.C.) 1875-1909, November 08, 1894, Image 2
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EDITOR AND PROPRIETOR. CHAP IKK XLI1I.
TERMS—11 Per Annnui in AdYAnce; T .
so cent* for 6 months; 25 cent* for' Late one afternoon, two men,
Smooths. j looking unspeakably battered,
Advertising Rates: ! got into a fly at a small off sta-
Cn > Square first insertion $1.00, tion and told the man to drive
One Square second insertion 50 them to Strange Hall.
Every subsequeutinsertion 50i “I'll not show to a soul for a
Contract advertisements inserted 1 week,” said the first man, who,
nopn the most reasonable terms. if one looked at him microscopi-
r- ■ ■ i ■ ■ . cally, seemed like the remains
THE STATE ELECTION. | of Strange, “never in all my life
have I felt so humiliated. To be
It bad been our intention to
publish in this issue a tabulated
statement of the vote of Dar
lington County on Tuesday last,
but though we have made every
effort to obtan a full statement,
there are still several precincts
to be heard from at the time of
held by the leg by i
niggers for the best
a parcel of
part of four
months, and at my age, is too
much for any fellow.”
“You were next to off your
head most of the time, and then
only for us you’d have escaped
long ago,” said Brydon.
“Don’t try to find excuses, it’s
too damnable altogether, and to
think after all that those idiots
our going to press. Our failure
iu this respect, however, is not . .
r ’ • got home months sooner, laden
so serious a matter as it would w j t h J V ory!”
“After the week what will you
do?” asked the other, look in;
have been had the election been
a fair and open expression of
the will of the people. As long
as the result was arranged be
forehand by the “dominant fac
tion”—when we know that
the majority for Evans
mg
’’ll
out of the window. “You
show yourself to your people
directly you are presentable, I
suppose?”
interviews to re
was
Give interviews to reporters
probably,” he returned shortly.
. Brydon furtively watched the
about .100, and that fully the g aun t i shattered man. old before
same number who would have hiH t j me> who not ^ i on g before
voted for Pope were prevented had looked as if he could move
from doing so—the detailed vote the world.
... ... he
at each precinct means nothing,
stands for nothing, represents
“Oh, that
thought savagely.
Almost in spite of himself he
nothing, and all interest in it is had become the keeper of all the
entirely lost. The Tillmanite
majority on the county and
legislative tickets was practi
cally the same as that for Gov
ernor. It is believed that “Con •
stititutional Convention, Yes”
prevailed in the County, though
by a much smaller majority, As
elder man’s secrets, and the of
fice weighed frightfully on him.
By some extraordinary mis
chance, neither the letters sent
at that time nor the cablegram
ever reached Strange; they came
some time after the expedition
had gone, and in transmission
were lost, and the negligent
messengers thought best to en-
far as heard from in the State, tirely deny the existence of any.
the vote will be against the hen Strange inquired at the
Convention by several thousand;
that is, if it is properly counted,
of which, of course, we have
no assurance. Evans’ majority
will reach 20,000.
Rumors of fraud in the man
agement of the election come
from various sections of the
State, though, as yet, they are
rather general and indefinite.
They are sufficiently well de
fined, however, to give Dr. Pope
something to hang on to yet,
for he has announced that he
will make a protest. Of course,
under the circumstances, that
will amount to nothing. The
same rumors of fraud and irre
gularity are prevailing concern
ing the several precincts in Dar
lington county, though except
as far as the local precinct is
concerned, we are unable to
furnish our readers this week
with anything definite on the
subject. The trouble here was
that t^e voting was so slow that
in the nine hours provided by law
for the opening of the polls, only
863 persons voted, an average of
about 39 an hour. Some of these
stood in line for five hours be
fore they could reach the poll,
and when it was closed crowds
of them were turned away with
out having been permitted to
vote at all. Exactly what the
number of these was it would
be impossible to say, though it
probably ran up into the hun
dreds—enough to carry the coun
ty against the Tillraanites.
There is good deal of righteous
indignation here about the mat
ter. For the leading business
men and taxpayers of the State
to be thus deprived of their
franchise—to be treated as if
they were a party of children—
is right hard to bear. There
are ominous meetings on every
hand, and the charge is openly
made that the managers did all
they could to causo the delay,
knowing that a large majority
of the voters were anti-Tillman-
ites. We have not talked with
any of the managers, but we
understand that they take very
high ground, alleging that they
followed out the law strictly,
and were as expeditious as it
was possible to be under the
circumstances. It’s strange that
such a thing never happened
here before! But whether the
result was accomplished by de
sign or arose from incompeten
cy, the fact remains that a con
siderable port.on of our best
citizens were practically dis
franchised on Tuesday last.
Things have certainly come
to a serious pass in South Caro
lina. Where is it all going to
god, we wonder?
office at Cairo, there was no ac
count of any cable for him, the
clerk who had received it had
been exchanged, and Strange
made no very pressing inquiry,
for he hardly expected one,'and
as a P. and O. boat was starting
the next hour, he took passage
on her and went on board—even
giving the reporters the slip.
As a matter of fact, he was so
desperately ill at the time that
he was hardly responsible for
his actions, or he must have re
covered the record of the cable,
and both Brydon and Tolly were
too much occupied iu the at
tempt to get him home alive to
think of anything else. They
succeeded, as it turned out, but
only by the skin of his teeth.
On the whole, despite certain
eccentricities, both Tolly and
Brydon had done better than
any other men could possibly
have done, Their sentimental
devotion to Strange put starch
into their rather limp souls, and
their uncomplaining heroism
under the most shocking suffer
ings was almost pathetic, and
then by some special providence,
they had both escaped the se
cond fever that nearly put an
end to Strange.
“What’s that, do you see, in
the field there? My eyes are
beastly dim yet,” said Strange,
peering out at Some object a few
fields off.
“I don’t know, it looks like a
hump.”
“Driver, just turn into that
lane and take the south road.—
It’s a silo! By Jove! Old Hop
kins is coming on, and look, ail
that waste moor under cultiva
tion! I always said it would
grow potatoes. Seemingly the
place is not neglected. Hopkins
was always a good fellow, but I
had no idea until now he wasn’t
also an ass. I dreamed frequent
ly of that ensilage scheme, some
one else has hatched out my
dream for me. O Lord, here’s
that shivering on me again!
Where’s the draught?”
“In your breast pocket.”
“Tell him to wait, I can’t get
in like this, ‘there’s a decency
to be observed.” '
The driver waited, revolving
in his mind supposition as to
his remarkable fare, and won
dering why “in the devil’s name
the trap shook as if it had the
palsy.”
After quite half an hour it
sthpped and he had orders to go
on, while Strange mopped the
cold sweat from his brow with
a trembling hand.
“This degrades a fellow!” he
muttered. As a rule he pulled
himself well together after these
attacks, but this time he got no
reaction
When they reached the door
he was almost unconscious.
“Take me quietly to my den”
he muttered, “don’tlet the ser
vants bother me.” Then he
fainted dead away.
CHAPTER XLIV.
As he lay in the death-like
sleep of exhaustion which fol
lowed his swoon, th change in
Strange was terribly evident.
He had shrunk to half his for
mer size, his clothes hung in
bags on his (bin limp limbs, his
eyes were sunk into deep hol
lows, and his lips were drawn
back from his teeth in a way
that told of fever and thirst.
When Brydon, with the help
of the panic stricken servants,
had got him to the sofa, know
ing his horror for fuss, he told
them to send at once for the
doctor, and then dismissed them
—and as he stood at the window
revolving many things, and
wondering, if Strange grew
worse, what would happen,
would he send for his wife, and
would she come?
“My God! I wish I did not
know quite so much of him,
be muttered, “I wish he had
not, in his ravings, turned him
self inside out in that ghastly
way: no man should know so
much of another fellow as I do
of him, it is like eaves dropping”
He moved softly through the
rooms and was vaguely finger
ing a piece of drapery, when he
struck his foot against the lei
of a chair; he looked roun
breathlessly to see if he had dis
turbed Strange.
No—he still slept, and Brydon
continued his purposeless in
spection, and, drawn by some
strange colored texture, he went
towards it, and came face to
face with his own bride-picture.
He staggered back a step or
too in a spasm of horror. He
had learned a great deal too
much about that picture in
Strange’s ravings, but the over
mastering love for one’s own
creation forced him back to it,
and as he looked, all the past
died out, right back to the day
when he was sitting in Waring
Church, painting, and wiping
great sweat drops from his face
in the ecstasy of knowing that
he had done a great work, and
one that would live forever.
A sudden indefinable sound
from the terrace brought him to
himself.
It was a queer primitive sound;
he felt somehow that Strange
should not hear it, and went to
the window to find out what it
was.
Presently it began again, and
ended in a chuckle, then he
caught sight of a flutter of petti
coats around the corner, and
could distinguish a murmur of
words. Then a distinct squeak
startled him, and suddenly a
toddling creature appeared on
the terrace, and making a grab
at a flower fell sprawling on its
face, and in a fraction of time
was pounced upon by the owner
of the white skirts, who cuddled
it to her breast, with anxious
care, but as it only kicked and
crowed she lifted her head from
her kissing. And there within
ten paces of him was his picture
made flesh, but with the sorrow
of all ages upon her face.
He swayed, put his hand to
his head, then he dropped like a
man in a dream into a chair,
and murmured:
“Oh, God! has the earth open
ed—has she fallen from Heaven
—has—has—”
He looked again and the flut
ter of her white dress in the sun
light gave to his dazed, enchant
ed eyes the figure of a new Ma
donna before whom the whole
world must kneel and rise up to
call her blessed.
She came on still murmuring
to her baby, she came up to the
French wiedow and put out her
hand to open it—then the mad
ness fell from Brydon, and the
whole truth came with a rush.
He sprang to his feet, cast one
perturbed look at Strange, “Kill
him or not, I can’t face it,” he
muttered, and fled.
When Gwen got into the room,
she sank wearily into a chair,
and throwing off her hat let the
baby butt her at his will.
When the smile for her baby
flickered off her face, the final
contained anguish of it was aw
ful, but the child gave her little
time to nurse grief. Every mo
ment she had either to rock him,
croon little songs to him or tick
le him, if she were silent or p
sive for a moment a lusty butt
against her breast or a punch
from the pink dimpled fist
brought her oack to his service.
As she sat—sideways to the
window—it was impossible for
her to see Utrange, but there
was nothing to hide her from
him.
The soft murmur of croons
and baby-sounds at last half
awoke him, he lay for some mo
ments and let the vague music
creep into his semi conscious
ness, then he opened his eyes
impatiently and closed them
again—it was only one more
dream, he thought—he was be
set with dreams, tortured, shak
en by them.
“Oh, God! those drugs,” he
muttered.
Again the murmur broke on
his ears, there was a chuckle, a
tender protesting voice, and a
sharp little squeal. He shiver
ed and peered out toward the
sounds, his eyes were dimmed
from nis great sickness and
could only see “men as trees
walking.’ Gradually he made
out the shapes of a woman and
a little child,
“Is it a dream, or death?” he
murmured. “Oh, God, spar-
mel I am haunted by delus
ions.”
Another little murmur, and a
soft low sob; it was the woman
this time. Again he opened his
eyes and through his dreaming
saw the little yellow-headed
child laughing around the chair,
and inviting the woman to a
game of bo-peep.
“Oh! my baby, my own, own
baby,” she broke out, stooping
to him, “do you know what
they say—what they din into
my ears, little love, dear baby
mine? They say your father is
dead, dead,dead, dear one. And
must you live, grow up, little
manikin, without knowing what
a man he was?—Sweet, must I
sing?—Ah! If you only knew
how it hurts!”
The smile flickered back to
her face, as she took him on her
knee, and she sang a little song
he evidently knew well, for he
kicked and crowed by way of
chorus, then he played with
his bare toes for a little—his
mother, as she sang, had pulled
off his socks to kiss his feet—
and as he played she returned
to her soliloquy.
“You will have to take all
from me on trust, little one, and,
of course, you will think I ex
aggerate, my own, when I tell
you that your mother had the
best man that God yet made or
will make, to love her. to love
her.—Ah! what love it was!”
she repeated gently.
Then her eyes -dreamed, and
rested for a moment, all the
pain fled, and her face shone
with radiant triumph and her
mouth trembled like a happy
child’s.
“Ah! what love!” she said
again; but instantly all this was
swamped in a mighty wave of
pain—she caught her child and
kissed him rather wildly, whis
pering, “Baby, she killed this
man wh > loved her—killed him,
baby, because she was unnatu
ral and couldn’t love—she kill
ed her mother too, and oh! baby,
when in her loneliness she pleads
and prays that God may let her
love Him, He hides His face
from her, and it is all quite just,
baby mine, her mere desert. ,
“Ah! my own—I can’t sing, I
am so tired.”
She put him down gently, and
looked before her with sad un
seeing eyes. •
Strange struggled to break
the spell—to speak—to move—
but he was impotent—paralyzed.
A vague horror—full of sickness
and delirium—had him by the
throat. He put his hand feebly
to his forehead to brush the
sweat away.
“This is more cruel than
death,” he muttered.
Meanwhile, the baby—being
a young person of an exploring
tendency, and loose on the pre
mises—played havoc with his
opportunities. Having smash
ed two Venetian glasses and an
atom of old Sevres, he perceiv
ed his father on. the sofa, and
toddled over to investigate him
—but so softly that no notice
was taken till Strange sudden
ly found a tiny fist thrust into
his mouth, then he started am-
azedly and touched his child
with quaking awe.
Just then Gwen discovered
her loss, ran a few steps for
ward with outstretched hands,
and saw the two—Humphrey
and his child.
“Humphrey—Humphrey! she
cried faintly, tottering toward
them—then she fell at their
feet.
To Strange it was still a cruel
dream—her falling but part of
it. Between the two, the child
stood wondering, then he caught
sight of a diamond on his fath
ers finger. He seized on the
finger and dragged it to show
his mother, but as she took no
notice, he smacked her face
soundly with his other hand—
and simultaneously the two
awoke, he from his delirium,
she from her swoon.
And for one moment the two
of them peered at each other
through the fog of a bitter past.
Then she sat up slowly, and
looked at his face marveling
above her, and at his hand
caught in her baby’s, and broke
into half incoherent wild ex-
plainings. But suddenly the
consciousness that words could
in no sort of way touch her case,
silenced her: she just sat dumb
ly on the floor, knowing that
she had done evil in ignorance,
but that she had come up
through great tribulation into
unutterable joy, full of knowl
edge, and with a soul as white
as Naaman’s skin. And so—as
best became her—she simply
held up her face to be kissed,
while the baby clutched hold of
one of her fingers and one of his
father’s, and in words all his
own and untranslatable, but
mightier than those of gods or
churches, decreed that hence
forth and forever those two
should be one flesh. Which,
after all, is the especial mission
of his kind.
THE END.
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County of Darlington.
Coart of Common Pleas.
Sammons for Relief. (Complaint not
served.)
S. D. Harrell, as Administrator with
the will annexed of I. M. Harrell,
deceased, Plaintiff against J. N.
Parrott, Jno. Siskron, C. 8. McCul
lough and J. C. Blackwell, trading
as McCullough & Blackwell, T. A.
Wilbur and T. Smith Wilbur, trad
ing as T. A. Wilbur & Sou, Betue
J. Gandy, Ashley Phosphate Co.,
F. W- Wagener and Geo. A. Wug-
ener, trading as F. W. Wagener i
Son, and G. W. Foster. Defeudants.
To the Defendants J. N. Parrott,
Jno. SUkron, C. 8. McCullough, J. C.
Blackwell, trading as McCullough A
Blackwell, T. A. Wilbur and T. Smith
Wilbnr, trading as T. A. Wilbur A
Son. Bettie J. Gandr, Ashley F ht*s-
phate Co., F. W. Wagner and Geo.
A. Wagner, trading as F. W. Wag
ner A Co., and G. W. Foster.
You are hereby summoned and re
quired to answer the complaint In
this action, which is filed iu the office
of the clerk of the court of Common
Pleas for the said county, and to serve
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complaint on the subscribers, at their
office at Darlington, S. C., within
twenty days after the service hereof,
exclusive of the day of such service,
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the oompiaint.
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Plaintiff's Attorneys.
Oct », 1894.
To the Defendants above named:
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court of Common Pleas for Darling
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