The watchman and southron. (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, September 08, 1885, Image 1

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- VTATCBlCAir, 'Be Just and Fear not-Let all the Ends thou Aims't at, toe thy Country's, thy God's and Truth's.* SUMTER, S. C., TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 8, 1885. ? i fc^'fci mmT-~'jk- a > T Ta mm A- Amt' ? gg ; WbK?iAmry Tuesday, ?||p^ adyaiK*.^ ^^^^^P^;T??J?P^*ip*. I :w.- '* - Bf <t j enJbseqoent inverti o ru^.. 50 ^^CWWiet?;^ *bree?<iatiis,. or longer will -of respect will be Hi Marriage notices and notices of deaths nab ^??6r-^n??r^*nries^^ engtb ^nd wholesomeness. More t than the ordinary kinds, and can ^?^comp?tition with the ma? ti tu de jSnoH"iwe?gnt, alum br phosphate Sold only tt? cine. ROYAL BAK DER CO., I?6WaB^etpfc Y.>4i -?TRAOKAIARIC - REGISTERED. ^^^^^^^I^BjHH^^a^^ilSSMnfc r ^^^^^^strwt?s^ Asthma*-Bronchitis, ^^^^^^{^orrh. Headache, Dtb?U ^^^^^u?t?mc^?sm, '? Neuralgia, and aU '^^^^^aromcr^and. Nervous Disorders. |j|?tx3 ?GABD. 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Philadelphia. fa order to meet a nat?g inquiry in re perfco a&L.stand - ^^g^j^fc^10^10 -S^Tg incrt *JJ?-M-^vflfide?icg in on?" ^^^^stenBnaejtt|sand in the genuines? of our testi lials and reports of cases, vrprint the i from gentlemen well and widely -i of the highest personal character. Our ilTr*aiit*o% Compound Oxygen," con i^^- ?ssng: a history of the discovery of and y--~ mode of action of ?bis. remarkable curative agent, and a large record of surprising cores in Consumption, Catarrh, Neuralgia, Broncbi ??g?/. ^tiSy Asthma, etc-.; and a wide range of Chron? ic diseases,, will be sent free. Address Drs. STARKEY** PALEN. gffefcfcll Girard Street, Pt?addpma^ Pm. JT* H. 3Tol?oitt, L. Wo Fo?om. --ESTABT) 1863. ; Main-Street, opposite John Reid's, sranraa,?^ - ^^g??^sWi?I;^*? Ult? O I ^^^^^ I - L^??^ Jemelr$,Spe<todfi*, . ^ Ct?feiy, Fishing Tackle, Violin ^Sv'^i;;.: Slings, Machine Needles, 'i'.^.V- 7" . " . QHs? dec. % ^ . Jtepairiog of Watches, Clocks and Jewelry i? ? promp^y done and satisfaction ?5^ ^ ? : v-:;-fuaranteed. ' _ ^8 SAWS, BRUSHES. OFFER my services to the farmers of j -Sumter sad aurrouading Counties in mSSS?c GOSS AN D SHARPENING D; cp me a card at Sumter, S. C., _ I wHl attend atanytime and place. 'TiTssi liiri il i if fi ? n ff satisfaction guaranteed. * ' " W. W. D. CHANDLER. MORTGAGES, BILLS OF SALE, r BONDS, Other Bianka in Variety, lis '. OFFICE. ^^^^^^^^ The publication pf: this--Story ara? began May 26. Back Numbers con be furnished. A FAMILY AFFAIR BY HUGH CONWAY, Author of "Called Backhand "Dark Day*.9 For boors brhad been sitting axed think? lag of the glorious Ufe be would leid sasoon ca ba couta ascertain the whereabouts of Ids wife. Then be would be able to soar oat of ; thia slough ot pOT(srty,and eat, drink and be merry, no Vender then when after tho ceremony of A slight,knock, Sarah Maier jenedthe? door arad stood before him,' a cry I absolute joy sprang from bis Ups. " Next to Beatrice she was the one ba most wished to see. Kow . that she was hera, Beatrice niuafc abo bc accsarinla ,-His cheek flashed, tosayes brighfeofdf? tk^prf?atioas which he bad been enduringjiad at any time urged bim topromiso tOrbimself that if good for? tune -brought binv\ again in communication with hfe wife bis hand should rest lighter upon her,the thought vanished as Iiis visitor f i?Wi?^j^ triumph was at band, and Jas ono idea was to. wring iE that could 1? wrung from" nor* who?? youthful fo??y bad linked her life to his. He felt contempt for her- weakness" iu having, given biav by sending ber_ serrant to seek him, tho cmanco heao soi^ noeied: L; Sarah, with her white,: thin face, ?S usual f thrown into strong-relief by -har sombre stepped towards; Harvey and ^stood ; at bim with that peculiar raft ex* i which ar, time? came over her fea? tures. As soon as~b<r had: recovered from j his surprise at "this unhoped-for visit, Her rvey eyed thV woman :ct??usly; but for a : wh?e there was silence between therx ; Still she continued to tfaze and gase at the mau, not in anger,- not in fear, but as one actu? ated by motivos cf curiosity. : It was a kind of ga? which no ona coull be expected to j endure for long without showing symptoms of impatience. Sarah J??Uer opened the door and stood before Aim. "What the devil are yon looking at me like that for F aiked Hervey. His rough voice brought Sarah back to herself. She drew her hand across her brow. "It is-there, it ls written there,* she mut? tered. "What is written there, you old fooif asked Harvey. She made no reply, but her thin lips moved, arid agaia her eyes glanced at bim .with a strange, wild look.. "Sit down." said Hirvey, sharply; "and try and talk like a senszkle woman, and keep your wits from wandering." Ho pushed a chair toward her. She sat . down and seemed walting for him to speak agnin. : "Well, what'do you want!" ha "said. suppose she sent y ouf ' "Yes, my mistress sent me." "What for? Has she sent me any moneyror is-she trylbg tostar ve met Let her take care. I shall find her again some day." ~ ? ri ? '"Yes," said Saran, in curious, me? chanical accents. "Yes, she has saut you j -money.0 ----- . j "How much is it F Hand it over.1*; ' Sba drew a small bag from her pocket Hervey cravened it eagerly. "There is fifty pounds," she said, ir. the same mechanical way as before. "Fifty pounds r exclaimed the man, fiercely. "What does sh? mean by sending mea paltry sum like that? Fifty pounds while my wife has thousands a yearP "Take it or leave it, as you choose, V said Svah. '-.-^FD-talce ft; uevcr^-fsarr Oh, yes; PH take it. Perhaps ifs meant as a peace* offering. Kdw^^t jap; near what else you -b?9e?to sa^T^^onr did?^^ome here just to I give me tms wretched sum?*---, [ Mrs. Miller rose from her seat and "looked down into the mac's upturned face. Her. voice when she spoke underwent a marvel? lous change. It. absolutely rang with poe* sion. ..Ho, Maurice Hervey," she cried. '?I come to oller you the'ona ebano?, to show you the one way which is stol opec lt may j bo too lats to tread it, but I say to you, I show- mercy and perhaps mercy may be shown to you. Be warned. I say, and leave I that poor girl in peace. Live your life and Jet her live hers. She is one of God's cho I sen, Maurice Hervev. Beware how you ! war against Him. His anger is like a two edged sword-** "Keep your flights to yourself and tell ma : in plain English what you mean." * Take the money abe offers yon. Go ?ai < trouble her no more." Harvey laughed his mocking laugh. "Hy dear Sarah," be said, "your seal makes you anticipate matters. I must remind you that as yet I have been offered no money." "But Miss Beatrice will pay you money,1* said the woman eagerly. 'Oh, take it, take it I Go away and never seek ber again.*1 "Ah! nowyou're coming to business. What money will she pay?" "Sha will give you five hundred^ year.'* A scowl passed over Hervey's face, but he restrained the oath which rose to bis lipa, "You aro sure that's the bast offer, Sarah?' "She win give no more.** "And if I refuse, what then?** Sarah cast a quick glance around, and showed that she fully comprehended the ! squalor of Hervey's present abode. "If you - refuse it," she said, "I shall go back to ber and tell her you cannot be found. Thea you win be left to starve. Starvation is bard work, Maurice Hervey." "You hag, * cried Hervey; "you would lia to her." 'I would do more than lie for her sake,** said Mrs. Miller. "Wfll you take tba i moneyr i He shrugged his shoulders. "Needs must when the devil drives," he said, airily. "Yea, Sarah, I can't help myself, I must close with the generaos offer. Now tell me where to find my devoted wife, so that I may convey the news of my submission." I "You wffl take itf' siid Sarah, breath* featly. "Have I not said I mest!" ! "Thank Godf As she spoke she clasped ber hands and murmured words of thanks. Hervey watched her with a curious look on bis face. Sba saw it and it startled her. 'You win sign papers?" sha said. "Oh, yes; Fll sign anything. Now tell me whore to find her." "Nb, no. You cannot sea her. She wfll get everything dona. Tho lawyer will get the papers ready, arid when you have signed them the money wfll be paid." "Very well." said Hervey, carelessly. "There's nothing more to say, then." Tho readiness with which he acceded to her stipulations roused Mrs. Maier's distrust. "Do you mean to play me falser she asked. "Will you swear on tba Bible to keep your promiser "Certainly I wfll, but lam afraid there's no Bible in this house to swear on. A sad state of things which shall be rectified before* you come again." I Mrs. Millar made no reply td his jeering words. Sba opened a small bog which she carried and draw out a wall-thumbed, worn Bible. Hervey ceiled hi* contempt ' "Fla?? your finger h&wem&e leaves," she said se*emnlyr "thea kiss \ the sacred book andswsar, so help you God, you will keep your promise. " "It must bes,left-handed oath," he said, as hs obeyed ber. She clasped her band ! over his, and . when with a sneer on his lips I he had taken the prescribed oath, she opened ! the book and marked the Terse on which his I nager had at random been placed. "Read," she said, "and be warned." Hervey read: . "God shall likewise destroy thee for eyer." Without another word she closed tba book and left the room. As the door closed Her? vey laughed a scornful laugh. He waited until she muss have reached the street, then ran swiftly down the stairs. The lower part of tite bouse was used as a kind of marine .store, arid in the shop were two lads of about seventeen. He called one of them. "A lady dressed in black just went out follow her and find out where sha goes . and PU jive you a sovereign." . The boy, who knew something about the state of the lodger's finances, looked amused, but did not budge. "Make haste, you fool," cried Hervey. "Here's the money waiting '-eeettr-,,/'^;. . -. -j The sight of areal tangible sovereign sent the lad off in double-quick time, and utter* ly unsuspecting evil Beatrice's ambassador wai --.cleverly ? tracked to her temporary abode. . : Meanwhile Hervey returned to his garret in a joyful frame of mind However mat? ters might tum out, a comfortable change in his circumstances Jiad taken place. The wont that could happen would insure him a comfortable, income, but, ao far as he could arrange it, he meant to avoid the worst He meant to. find Beatrice, and by the power he held over her, force her to surrender to him all save a bare pittance. Let her only be once more within his grasp and hov would take care that ehe escaped no more. He ground bis teeth as he thought" . what he had already paid for an act of care? lessness. The chance of repairing it was at last within his reach. He positively gloated as be pictured the horror with which his wife would greet him when he again invaded her retreat- Hs laughed in glee at the paternal right, which furnished a weapon so sharp to smite, so irresistible, to compel her to yield to his demand.- Yes, money and revenge were once more within his reach. His spy returned m due course. He had earned his sovereign, for be was able, to give * Hervey the name of the street and the num? ber of the house to which Sarah Miller had gone. Hervey laughed again. He dressed himself, visited the barber's, and then went to keep watch on Sarah's abode. He watched until nightfall. Early dawn found him once more at his post Noon and evening, he was still there, and evening brought him the reward of. bis patience. A "c^drove up to the door, a box was placed nponjErftB^yg:dark-robedfigure entered it The dcor wassh?t ahdLa w^rolle?S^ cab. It was scarcely out of sight when H?FVty rang the bell of the house and asked if Mrs. Miller was in. No, she had, ju>t left Ab,, that was unlucky; he wanted to see ber on important business. Where could be find her? ;?? ' 'You'lf have a long way to go unless yon can overtake her," said the woman of the house, laughing. "She's just off to foreign parts." "Going abroad! Where is she goingf "All the way to Munich, wherever that ' may be." His heart leapt At any rate now he knew where to find his quarry. "Munich!" be exclaimed. "I must try and overtake ber before she goes. What station is it?" 1'Charing Cross. I heard her tell the man." He bade bis informant adieu with scant ceremony. He hailed the first cab he saw, and was soon rattling in pursuit of Sarah. Although he did not know at what time the train started, he was quite at'ease as to catching it. He knew the grace which a woman always allows herself in the matter of trains. : He bad judged rightly, for the first thing he saw upon entering the station was Mrs. Miller at the office engaged in registering her box. He ventured to creep close to ber, and heard her with the . incre? dulity which a-woman invariably displays when she surrenders personal custody of her luggage-twice- inform the cleric that she was going to Munich by way of Paris. After hearing- this, Hervey slipped away, took his. ticket and having watched Sarah enter tho train* took his seat in another com? pra tmeat -So. that Beatrice's emissary as .she started on her return journey;' joyful at tb? apparent; success of ber mission, little thought that she was in something of the same position as the man who, according to the old German legend, carried unwittingly the demon of plague into the village which held all who were dear to him. ' '" CHAPTER jtXXTf. - . . PURSUED. a For hours and hours Mrs. Miller remained blissfully ignorant of'the fact "that the wheels which were bearing her to her desti? nation bore also sorrow and ruin in the per* son of Maur??3 Hervey. - The fellow-travel? ers did not confront each other until tho next morning, and when tba through train was well out of Paris. Sarah, indeed, had been all but invisible since she boarded the Dover and Calais boat The crossing had been a rough one, and sea-sickness claims 'precedence with the mind the most preoccu? pied. Sarah had suffered much, and as soon as she found herself in the smooth-going train had sought forgetfulness of her woes in sleep. Hervey, who had no wish to pre? cipitate matters by an untimely revelation of bis presence, had also effaced himself from general observation. But some time af ter the train bad left the Paria and Lyons station Sarah opened the door of her comfortable compartment and in the narrow gangway of the train came . foil upon Maurice Hervey.. Ha- was smok? ing and watching the flying landscape through the glass windows at the side of the narrow passage. He turned, looked at Sarah, and laughed in cruel merriment ai be saw her gaze of horrified surprise. "Youl" she gasped. .'You have followed me." "Every step since you left my humble abode, my dear Sarah," She turned away and re-entered the com? partment she bad left Hervey followed ber, and with a laugh threw himself down oas tba seat nearest to the door. The train was not full, and the compartments wera small ones, so it happened that the two people were alone. * It was typical of the man's cruel nature that ha looked forward with feelings of keen enjoyment to the torture which he meant to inflict upon the woman during those hours of travel, by forcing upon her the presence which he knew so unwelcome. "Oh, yes, Sarah," he said jeeringly; "I followed you, and I shall never leave your side until you lead me to my beloved wife. It's no good thinking you can give me the slip. To save trouble I may tell you I know you are going to Munich. What a clover woman you are, Sarah. I am so much obliged to you." She wrung her hands convulsively, then covered her face and moaned. She bad acted, as she thought for the best, but this man's craft had overcome her. Her mistress waa to be made to suffer, and through ber. Through the one who would willingly sacri? fice body and soul to save her from pain! "Don't be sulky, Sarah," said Hervey. "The game's up now; you may as well give in. Here, make yourself useful and fill my pipe. I can't use this confounded right arm of mine." She took no notice of his request, but presently she raised her head and looked at him. "Be warned," she said in low tones. "Once more I say, be warned in time. Leave this train at the next station. Fly while you can." He laughed scornfully. "Now, isitlike lyf ' he said. She made no further appeal She sank back into stony silence, and from that time no remark, no question, no taunt of the man's could draw a word from her thin lips. Hour after hour went by and Sarah Miller sat in her corner motionless and silent as a statue. But ber thoughts! Her thoughts were busy enough. They thronged and invaded her brain. They changed and shifted from incoherence to systematic arrangement and back again to incoherence. Through all the jumble the one fearful truth shone out dis? tinctly. She waa taking this man tobar 1 ! mistress, I Bo food had passed her lips since she left I London. All desire to eat had left her when she first caught sight of Hervey's hateful form. Her hands were hot; her veins 1 seemed foll of fever, and now and again a j mist seemed to close round her, from which I she emerged only to see once more the cruel j face of bier tormentor. So the hour* went i by. j Hervey bad food sent into the carriage. j He also consoled himself at short intervals with brandy and water. He bought cigars, smoked them, and grumbled at their bad? ness. Sometimes he rose, walked ont into the gangway and stretched his k?r*, but He ?kept a keen watch on the woman. Kot a second time would be fail from lack of vig : llanca For amusement he now and again taunted his companion, and his jeers, ap? parently unnoticed, drove har to the verge of desperation. Her hands grew hotter, ber pulses bea i with fiercer rapidity. . The sun sank; the twilight died away; the lamps were lit Every hour, every moment brought grief nearer and nearer to Beatrice. . Long before another sun rose the train would ' be at Munich. . The. thought maddened the white-faced woman. ' Shortly after tba train left Stuttgart the ste ward looked in and inr broken- Eng? lish suggested that the beds should be pre? pared. Mrs. Miller shook ber head, and. signified that she had no wish to retire to rest. Hervey ordered mom brandy and also declined the proffered couch. The steward wished that be could have the re? fusal of one of those unmade couches and the time to occupy it, shrugged his should? ers, and withdrew. The travelers were once more alone. In less than five hours the journey would be at an end. Suddenly a wave of inspiration flooded tiie poor woman's harassed brain. An in? spiration which made all things clear as day. A strange brilliancy shone in her eyes. In a flash sha saw, br believed she saw, to what end these things were leading. God's band was at work. Had Jibe not dreamed a dream in which Maurice Hervey figured? Had she not per? suaded herself when she first Baw him that She had seen written in his face that his days were numbered! Was she not sure sure as she was of her own eternal con? demnation-that God meant Beatrice to taste happiness as well in this world as in the next? The hour of deliverance was at hand. The inspiration which had told her that ber errand would be crowned with suc? cess was not that of a lying spirit God was at work. Hervey had been led to take this journey; to break the promisa he had made; and thereby accept the fate fore? shadowed by the fearful words to which his finger had f ortuitiously pointed. This jour? ney, begun in craft and in defiance'of God's warning conveyed through herself, would Lneverbeended. She, by the light of her f^dld^3cllvJ0a^be Divine purpose plainly as if it was^wr?feiriiU^ . If the line bf demarcattonT^??^T''finft^r dsm and madness in the poorVSP^j'8 brain was not by now entirely obliterate^ it had grown faint, blurred and indistinct She was hovering on the'verge of insanity, and the method which sometimes lies in madness was at work and supplying the loss of the reasoning faculties. Now that the truth had come to her, now that she knew by inspiration why this man had been per mitted to trace and follow her. and for while enjoy his triumph, she found herself speculating and wondering bow and by what means the interposition of the Divine hand would be shown. She waited for the moment when, from some apparently earthly cause, the cup of triumph would be dashed from his lips. She waited and waited, and although the hours passed with? out a sign, never wavered in her belief that even at the last moment deliverance would be brought about Once or twice she turned and looked at ber companion, and by the same strange fancy which had before seized her, per sueded herself that the something which she imagined she ?ITV in his faca and which be? tokened approaching death, grew more and more distinct She felt no pity for the man; nor would she have dared to attempt a second .warning; but she gazed on him with a kind of awe, raised by the though t . that in a brief space of time this wretched creature would be lying in the place ap? pointed for him, lying there, and to lie there, forever, and ever, and ever I Her madness, if it maybe called madness, deepened as the time passed by. After all, in spite of its claims to superiority, the mind is but the slave of the body. Tba joke may be thrown aside for a while, ont sooner or later its pressure becomes apparent Fa? tigue and want of food were, with Sarah Miller, completing what distress bad be? gun. Yet to herself it seemed that ?ha had never seen things clearer, never reasoned more cogently than at this moment when ber brain was taxed beyond endurance. How would GodaoW Would He strike this man dead as he sat there! Would something frightful happen! Would the train be over? turned! As this question exercised her, every jolt as the wheels passed the points sent . thrill through her and made ber fancy the moment was at hand. Na This could not be the appointed method. Merciless as her creed taught ber to buUeve the One to whom she prayed, her sense of justice forbaje her to suppose that many other lives must be sacrificed for the sake of destroying Maurice Hervey. She must wait patiently and in faith, not antici? p?t* God's purpose. But the time was growing very short! Suddenly she turned and knelt on the floor of tba -carriage. She offered np a prayer that things might be made clear to her; that her agony of suspense might be brought to an end. Hervey watched her and laughed aloud. "Quite right, Sarah,'' he said. "Never neglect your religious observances. I am "Quite right, Sarah," he mid. "Never neglect your religious observances." afraid you can't pray yourself out of this situation; but there'sno harm in trying." The sound of his voice gave another and a fresh turn to her thoughts. At that mo? ment her prayer was answered and every? thing grew clear. The clouds which trou? bled her rolled away, or it may be, closed round ber to break no more. She shivered, and still kneeling, turned her face to the speaker. Her look for a mo? ment startled him in spite of the contempt he felt for her religious vagaries. And well it might sterile hiuA Now she knew aJ. She knew why she had lived. She knew to what she was pre? destined. Cycles ago this moment had been decreed. It was she whom God had ap? pointed to remove this man from the path which led one of elect to happiness. The belief that ages and ages before she was born, har place, not only in this world, but also in the next had been irrevocably fixed, the terrible conviction that she was one of the many doomed by God's will to eternal torture, a fate which not the prayers of a lifetime, or the conduct of a saint could avert or in the slightest degree mitigate; tins fearful belief closed round her like the walls of a prison from which there is no escape, from which death itself there is no release. How in such a state of mind could she turn with feelings of love and adoration to tile Supreme Being Who bad doomed Esr to. Such unutterable woe? No, she could fear Him, tremble before Him, abase herself at His feet, pray her wild hopeless prayers, but such love as she had to give was fain to be? stow itself upon an earthly object, and for the want of a better that object was Beatrice. Even as Jael, even as Judith, bad their mis? sion so had she, Sarah Miller, a mission equally terrible, that of slaying a man whom God had doomed. With her brain flooded, per* moated by this one fearful thought, the woman rose from ber knees and resumed her seat Everything, she fancied, with her mind bewildered in reality, yet to herself seem* ingly clear, pointed to the carrying out of this decree of destiny. The solitude, the night journey, even the man's half-helpless condition were but details of a settled scheme. The opportunity was here, only the way and the means wera wanting. These in good time would be vouchsafed to her. She would bo shown how she? a weak woman, was to take the Hie of a strong Little did Maurice Hervey, M from the effect? of fatigue, cigars and brandy be sat half dosing in the corner of the compart? ment dream what thoughts were passing through Iba mind of the woman near him. To him she was nothing more than an ad* die-headed sort of creature, who once upon a time bad done a great deal towards bring? ing bim to ruin; an act for which he rightly believed he was now paying ber in full. How was she to do it? Time was passing, and yet the path was not yet pointed oui. See, the man's eyes were closed I Had the moment come? If she bad a knife she might even now drive it into his heart! But she bad no knife; had nothing which would serve her need, or rather God's need. Sud? denly she remembered, as one remembers a dream, that hours and hours ago she had seen a fellow passenger opening a bag, and had noticed on the top of that bag a pistol Had she been allowed to catch sight of the weapon for the purpose which she was deputed to carry out? If so, where was that pistol, and how could she get it into her bands? Sie rose, and without any settled object passed Hervey and stepped ont into the gangway. Her movement awoke him. He put his bead through the door and watched ber as a cat watches a mouse. Sarah went the length of . the long carriage, but found nothing to guide her to her end. Every door was hermetically sealed. It seemed as if she and her companion were the only per? sons awake. The only sound beard was the ceaseless rush of the train as it tore its way on end on.through the night The woman returned and resumed her seat The means had not yet been given her. A phantom of common sense also flitted through her mind. If she killed this man In such a manner it meant arrest and trial of herself It meant shame and ex? posure to her loved mistress. Ko, she must wait yet a while. God had not yet spoken the last word; not yet shown the exact way in which His vrorkw^??e done. Yet her belief never swen? ^^averei : until sj?M wk* end of the long, droary*^?H M kmd; not until a kind of ^ ?rtbat ina few shortmmutesMu^H^PJ* Hervey, whom necessities^Pf eprived of the means of telling the t?nSkT 8tal sleeping bis wakeful and rm ipi Hnf& L_?ff!a sleep Suddenly the long, shrill sounded. The man started np, wide awake, and for the first time for hours a doubt as to ber true reading of God's purpose flashed through Sarah Miller's brain. The time was so short. There was so much-so much to be done. The way was still in darkness. Would the last few moment light it up? She clenched her hands convulsively, dig? ging the nails of one into the flesh of the other. Sho glanced once moro at HaSS^ face which, from his fatigue looked pale and wan. She rose, and mechanically, like one in a dream, stepped out of tile compartment into the dimly^f?fbted gangway. Hervey followed her. _ Without kr o eins why cr wberef-we, sba walked the ?ie length of the carriage. IQ a dazed way Sie-opened the door at tile end and stepped* ct into toe open cir. Hervey followed her and the door closed behind1 them, and the. man and the woman srooo alone on the iron platform which lies be? tween one carriage and its forerunner. The train had not yet slackened speed. Its wild rush still whipped the naturally calm air into a fierce gale. The woman's dark hair, which had become untwisted, streamed behind her in elf locks. A tall black figure, with a white, a death-white face and burning eyes, staring fixedly at the destination to which the train was hurrying her, as fixedly as ber mind was turned to the work which she yet believed she was doomed to execute. The night wastdoudy and moonless. Some way ahead, a little to the right the lights of the great city lit up the dark sky. It was on these lights that Sarah Miller's eyes were fixed, her lips the while muttering inaudible words. For a few moments Hervey stood in silence by her side. Then he spoke. "Ifs no good, Saran, you can't give me the slip, m follow you everywhere. Be a sensible woman for once, and don't give me more bother." She spoke, but not in answer to his words. "That glare! that red glare!" she cried, in a thrilling voice. "Look at ttl Look at it weill Doyen know what it means to yon and to me?" Before he could reply she answered ber own question. "It is the red glare of hell," she cried in still wilder accents. "The glare of the fire which burns for you and for ma. The shriek! Hear the shriek of the damned !" Once more the whistle sent its piercing scream of warning far on the night air; and in another moment the strong brakes would have fallen on the great wheels. Hervey, really startled by his companion's wild bear? ing, turned to. her savagely. "Here, no non?teBse.? ho said roughly. These were the last words--he-spoke. Sud? denly, and without the slightest warning, the woman threw herself upon him. Her -arnmdasped him with the strength of frenzy. Her weight threw him off his balance. He staggered backwards. He made one wild grab with his uninjured arm at the iron rail, missed it and most likely could not have held it had he caught it, then slipped down the three or four iron steps, and, with the woman's arms still holding him, the two fell with a fearful thud on to the six-foot way. His cry, if he had time to raise one, was lost in the rush of the train and the shriek of the steam-whistle. All was over in a second the train was speeding on. leaving behind it a dark mass lying between the up and the down lines. At the very last moment the way had been made clear to Sarah Miller. Even as she fell with ber victim her one thought was of frenzied joy that she had found tho means to do God's work. For a minute or two after the last car? riage of the train had swept by, that black mass lay motionless in the sir-foot way. Then part of it began to show sighs of life. Slowly and painfully the woman detached herself from her victim. She rorie to hsr knees, and remained there staringjlxedly at the white face that looked upiJ?er own. Her frenzy for the moment had pissed and she scarcely knew what had happened or what she had done. She was unhurt The man had struck the ground first, and so borne the brunt of the shock. His head had fallen heavily on the ballast of the line, and he lay wict?ut sense er motion. Was he dead? ? This, when her disjointed ead ih-rterod thoughts were once more able to rejoin J toe terrible kaleidescope pattern inti which fanaticism had shaken them, wadfthe ono question asked by the woman. Sha felt for the moment no remorse, no horror! but the dread seized her that her band milht have foiled; that the worls,might not yetlbe done; that she had not fulfilled her destwy. She bent over the prostrate man and ?ced her cheek close to his lips. T He breathed! She felt the fahft breath on her cheeki She laid her banu ou his heart and felt its pulsations, slowlyVdfetinct She sprang to her feet with a shalp cry of distress. She had failed! Hervey Iras alive and would recover. The work hadjnot been done! 1 She peered wildly into the darknjss. She scarcely knew for what she looked! A large stone, a piece of iron, anything wbjch would show her that the hand which hfti guided her so far on the fearful road ofWate had not deserted her; but she foundf nothing, absolutely nothing which could^erve her need. But suddenly, away alon?tba downline she saw a round red light creeping apparently nearer and nearer. Her oeart leaped at the sight To the uttermost bitterest end the way was clear. - The final word had gime forth, the final revelation waa made to her. She placed her hands under the' man's. Shoulders, and br an effort of strength, desperate and far beyond what might have been expected from her frame, dragged him ! over the few feet of roadway which lay between him and the metals. He groaned once or twice, but remained senseless and motionless as she placed him right in tba track of the coming train. She placed him right tn the track of the coming train. The red light was close-close at hand, but the man lay still and recked nothing of it The woman having accomplished her ghastly work, wound ber black shawl tightly round her bead, then fell upon ber knees, waited, and lived an age in every moment She heard, through the muffling, the rush, she felt on ber bands the wind of the metal monster as it s wept ey ; but she heard or felt no more. She rose and shuddered con? vulsively; then, without a glance to ses what her hand had wrought stepped over the line, down the steep embankment, and was lost in the night She had done what she believed to be ber appointed task. No longer would Maurice Harvey stand be? tween Beatrice and happiness! The poor wretch was al moot cut in two. The wheels which had crushed the life out of bim were those of an engine on its way to pick np trucks on a siding some way down the line. The driver felt the slight obstruction, and having marked tba spot where it oc? curred, upon his return stopped the train and knew what had caused that momentary jolt, knew that a man's life bad, m Abat second, passed away. * The body was picked up, placed in atruck,^ taken to tba Munich station, and thence to the place appointed for the inception of thc bodies of unknown men who meet with a sud* de? or violent death, _y . fTO BS COOTTKtJED ] ~f Our Editors Say. i Deal. Journal. Oar excellent mt"5 wjlljary,the New? and Courier, basSjj?I having a great many ioterestiDg^^erviews upon the above subject, ananas with its usual energy given them to the public. If this journal bad gone a little farther and left the ranks of _tbe office holders it might, perhaps, bafc presented a dif? ferent color to ita interview, for it is not to be expected that the mao ?Hbe set of men who luxuriate in soft pV>? and draw good salaries from the govert ment are to be the ones who woulj^wish a change or have a new deal. It snits them well. Why not ? And it would be a piece of unheard of patri? otism npon their part if they would so readily and willingly relinquish. But not so ; all is prosperous and good in their eyes, and a life tenure, we pre? sume, would not be objectionable to them. Now,suppose we go totbe"outs" and ask them what they think of it? Doubtless the reply would be different, and justly so, too. This is a republican form of government, and while we have no unkind word or thought io regard to the present officials, we must say that we believe in.rotation. Yes, give us a new deal and a clean sweep. Kot Hart by Railroads, Spartanburg Herald. We beg to warn the Edgefield Moni? tor that io looking for a County ruioed by railroads, he bad better let Spartan? burg alone. It will prove a boomerang that will hit him fair between the eyes. In 1873 the total taxable property of j Edgefield was $4,745,077.09. The total taxable property of Spartanburg was $4,467,383 13. In 1883 the tax? able property (exclusive of this railroad property,) in Edgefield was $3,924, 320 ; in Spartanburg. $6,502.160. In addition to this six and a half millions, the Air Line alone payes taxes on over half a million. The figures speak for themselves-of our ability to pay our taxes ; of the desirability of land in Spartanburg in spit" of the taxes. No County ever made a better investment The enhanced value of the property io Spartanburg can pay the debt ten times over, and leave the County as rich as it was before the roads came. The people in Spartanburg are eminently satisfied with their roads and their debt. Greenville Neics. We have never seen anything mean? er or more cowardly than the conduct of the New York World aud other organs of thc trough democracy towards Cleve? land. They fear to attack him direct? ly, knowing his strength with thc peo? ple, but attempt to stab him io the back, using precisely the same methods used by the* New York San last fall. Correspondents are employed to assail and belittle the President, and commu? nications purporting to be written by dissatisfied democrats are eagerly made prominent. The trough Democrats want a Democratic President elect? ed iu 188S, but they do not want an other unpalatable dose of Cleveland and civil service reform. But the trough Democracy will be about as severely left as the Butler Democrats were last year. Is it the Dawn of a New Era ? Abbeville Press and Banner. Judgo Witherspoon, at Chester, re? cently refused bail to a gentleman who had slain his neighbor, and the afore? said gentleman is now put to thc incon? venience or mortification of leaving his" business to lie io jail until Court shall convene. This, we believe, is thfe first instance whereiu a gentleman has' Been refused bail, and we hail the event with j no little satisfaction, as indicative' of a ? determination ou't'he part of our Judges, io tbe future to lend no encouragement to the crime of morder. When the stayer ceases to receive a certificate from the Judges that the proof is not evident cor the presumption great of their guilt, and wheo they must at least suffer the inconvenience of goiog to jail, we think there will be lesa killing, even if our juries should continue to ac quit, as heretofore. We trust that Judge Witherspoon may preserve the eveo tenor of bis way, and do nothing to aid the slayers of their neighbors, in these times of profound peace, to escape justice. Wilmington Stuf. Month after month and year after year the papers are recording the mis? takes of druggists in selling poison for some other medicine and with fatal re? snits. Our dispatches of Monday gave two instances in which one was fatal and the other will probably be so. It was the same old terrible mistake-giv? ing morphine for quinine. These mis? takes are frequent. Why shall drug? gists be allowed to commit such awful errors wheo it is possible to avoid them? If the morphine were colored, or if the bottles of morphine were compelled by law to be made io a peculiar shape these fatal mistakes might never occur. North Carolina ooght to take the intiative and by law forbid the nse of bottles resemb? ling each other for morphine and qui? nine, and requiring cross bones and the word poison to be affixed to all morphine and other dangerous medi? cines. Who are Gentlemen P . Lexington Dispatch. There are thousands of men who as? pire to the reputation or who perhaps fancy themselves to be gentlemen, yet whose highest conception of such is coo fined to the mere external accomplish? ments. How utterly erroneous is this idea. True gentlemen are confined to no walks in life. Why shaold not the high-toned, honest mechanic or laborer be entitled to the honored name instead of the fop who sk i ps through college with his kid gloves and cultivates his graces before the- mirror ? It is a false nod unjuit notion, that often prevails, that unless a man cnn boast of high de? scent and have plenty of money he does not deserve the title of gentleman. Which class of men, from time imme -tnorial, have cooferre| the brightest honors on dh^umanjie ; the haughty aristocrat, who shrinks??m the touch of the honest poor man^^aove^u^ step that seems daiofl on or the humbj who claims j^s^ soul ? -IIj, *t>w 1 i l,B~ ?flrthe intellectual firmament; the stars that form the galaxy whose beams daz? zle the eyes of the beholder ? By a great majority they have emerged to eminence from the depths of obscurity and want. Whose voices are oftenest raised'in vindication of the rights of man, and float over mountain and plain, crossing the mighty waters till they vi? brate on tee ear of the remotest bounds of Christendom ? Not the scions v of aristocracy, but men who have, buffeted the billows of fate and trusted the mer? cies of God and their own energies and rectitude. Tho undeniable fact is that "worth makes the man." Character makes the gentleman, regardless of the accident of birth, the length of bis purse or the texture of his cloth. Ia the Newspaper Business Over? done. LaurcntvUle Herald. In our view there is as muoh "over? production" in tbe newspaper business as there is in the manufacture of cotton goods. ?s a rule, of late, (there are some exceptions) as soon as a town at a railroad depot grows large enough to becomes "body politic and corporate1' a charter is obtained. The next great and indispensable requisite to the life and prosperity of that town-io the opioion of its citisens-is a newspaper. A few type (old and well-worn, per? haps,) and a second-hand press are procured. The paper is "started.** It makes ito appearance with one side rea? sonably well printed ; the other, .ma cnled and blurred, and scarcely read? able. Upon inquiry it is ascertained tbat the readable, better-printed side of the paper is printed somewhere else than at home-or at any rate, not at said railroad station In other words, half the paper, or what is known as a "patent outside,'* is printed in the sweet land of Yankeedom, or by some fellow, similarly enterprising, nearer home, who takes his eue therefrom. Little or nothing of a local nature is recognized in the "patent outside,'* and for the reason already stated, what little may be in the home-printed side can scarcely be read. The effect is that thoge who only a few weeks previ? ous were so aoxious for a paper to be "started" have some very decided ap? prehensions that they have been pretty badly "sold." The result ia, after a few weeks, or possibly months of miser? able existence, the little mongrel "turns up ?ts toes." It is dead. And somebody, with more enthusiasm than either judgment or experience, is mi? nus a few hundred dollars. This is ooe feature of over-production in the newspaper business. Another feature is in the multiplicity or excess of newspapers now published. Two newspapers in. the same County may not be too many-owing in a great measure, of course, to the population, and the complexion and intelligence of the inhabitants. Not more than one third of the white voting population, ott an average, are bona fide subscribers to the County paper, where only orte is printed. Where there are two or more published, this proportion is nec? essarily lessened, as a very Small per ceut. of the population of any county, outside of towns or villages, support more than one loeal newspaper. Deuce we take rt that where more than two papers are published in a County with* a population of less than three thou? sand white voters there is an excess of at least one paper, and consequently an over-pr educ ti on to that extent. -' j ?- ? ? fc 'So you are going to keep a* School?' said a young lady to her elli' aunt. .Well, for my part, sooner than do that I would nmrry a widower witfr mfre' children.' I should prefer that" roy* self,' she replied**.* 'bat where? is "toe. widower ?.* j ? hoy hw ? liar? time in &n w?t?%^ any^w?y it ?a n be fixed, and never get? a fair shoW until" bia .ob?t?Wi''r?ff?t?'^ fa tte ??^?p%pc<>" '"' . The other day it-b^^at??^twlve'^ years old w ss nMyiig ' e*c?*cb*^?lt?t ?ff;?iS orange and a reo year old girl in Col- W% lege street, when ibo; mmk iwflt wrong and sqtt?sb?? aga^?fe^V eye. She began to whnnper; iud s? -M mao who waa pacing stoppedat t??-^ front gate and cmkiofc ^ careless little meal., and if I liad yw? ? oat here I would w?top you*tnyseMt The girl raised ^^^M??a?W?^ ? tion that c?uld i? benr^:fom^o^. and another man crossed! too street ana - remarked: -^-v'. . 'I believe yo* m ?t*n FU bet you grow n^?oWm^jr ? Five more men stopped and began to* express Tarions opinion?' uDcom^im??i tary to the boy, and three w?me? wen? J into tbe yard and began to comfort the' girl, who by that timewaa ?ne?^i?^ if she was being tortured. :?Bon^^^ dozen boya accumulated from the neighs bor hood and stood a ron od- undone of J them slipped bebind the girl, passed js\"r rock about tbe sise of a man's j^ jb?t?^rgS ber band, and whispered ?-A?oy who* bits a girl onght to be killed ?nybowy and you'd better do it.* The girl stsggered slowly into tn? ; house as if she was on tbe point of faints '% ing, and tbe crowd dispers?a^ ?^r^ ^ minutes later, as tbe boy^ stood'^trjtt^;^ to catch his breath and get his indigna* r tion down below the bursting point, th? rock descended from tbe second; story window and bit bim on the bead with at jar that made bim weak io tbe knees. Blood began to drop? and*''l6?:fiirBtet^ ?ame into his eyes. / Ait old colored woman who . was passing, sahl* *Heny ~f?\ cry baby.' r Two.boys came to:^^gs^^?i and made other sarcastic remark^; ?i??:^: men paused-as tlw>y ^jr^^^'^'^^p boy wno cried ^q^^^^^S?M?-^jS that would ne^fbllowin^-^-Jog^^ And tbej^ V, ???I sense of inj 4 Mi ri yh^r&^?mg. he is in the wC;^^/?i knew that be wilf^^^^ $% experiences in aU W^?i^ipb^s^^^^ the other sex unfit the stty ?b^^E^g? life, bis determination to befnh?s?p^ & dark, and bloody pirate wheu lie grbwi?^ up would be more firmly fixed than ir is.-Greenville News. _ ^^l^p^e^s^J ^^t!scAP? or . A ? Ts IWagallas, Teus^nanSo^H T^^^t^^^^the house told nts ne?^^ gro se^^^pfto tb? - gal? anfrordtt^ tbe5^?p^flf^Tb?: Bernnt^^n^iJ^ and <|Q^^n^ altercation e^sn^? ;Tbo M tramp finaflyvrent off, and the colored V menial returned-to the house, which was ?5 some distance from the gate, shaking bis head, ?nd talking to Jiimsetfii ^^ very excited manner. ; y ' ^ 'That tramp .' gate' yon, scnae impu- .-^ dence, didn't he ?; asked ?se gertkaao. 'He did boss.' 13? enfiel sest kindon names, and I bad half ? mind to kno him down, and stomp* Cy him; Why, D*~?, he caed sich badiw^ guage, d?V fosh God,. i'leeved^ ? ^ while it was jot who was a taltra' ;to?:;Q: me.'--Texas Siftings. ' ? : : Belgium, according to the London: g| 2Vmci, alfords . ?ueootesfably thc worsl 5 ^ statistics lu regard to the eonsumptioiif of alcoholic liquors* tn >l?jsa<j0m\^:^.. a century the use of spirituous liquors* ;; has more than totted Itself in- tla*^^ country, while the. popu?s?on has ouifpM advanced ttomSM?,^ to]S^0^0 The use of spirits increased per-cent, between leland 188?, and ofl^iu^|?? creased during the esme period^ 15.75^ > per cent. The consnmption of stjrmt*^ ? wine and beer for 1881 ?tneunied W0M value to 4?6,000.000f. At^wsj^ tt^^ country is so small? it contained in 1889 no fewer titan 122,000 places devoted to the sale of intoxicating liquors. There was a public house on th? aw* age for every 12 or 19 grown-up males. . The suicides ros? from 54 per 1,000, 000 inhabitants tn l^ to'-^ifr^W^^ The lunatics advanced from 720 per 1,000,000 inhabitants in 184S to 14.70 io 1881; Hie Inspector General of Belgium prisons reports that four-fifths* of the crime and social misery during the last quarter of a century has n?etf :>JJ I directly attributable to intemperance. An Egyptian mummy has been re? ceived at Due West, which is a present from Rev. John Griffin, of Egypt, W Erskine College. This mummy was*' the daughter of ? priest and h recorded ; to be betwean three ?nd four thousand' years old^tt has created tome sensa? tion in th?< vacation vHtage. It will' not be opened entirely before the 8088100^ begins. A mummy is rather a curtest- * : ty in the South-we mean sin Egyptian:c mummy. . -? * e ? arfi .*"...-. 'Molly, I wish you would be a better: ^ little girl/ sard sn Austin father to hir' little daughter. OTou hare.no tdesir how sorry I am that mamma baa to" scold you all the time.' ?Don^t worry about rt. Fa, ' was the reply of the little ange!. *f ara not one of those sensitive" , cbMdreu. Half the time 1 don't hear * ^ what she says.' 'Wife, I wish you could make pier ' that wou&i taste as good as my mother r^g used to.' 'Well, my dear, you* run out" and' britta hi a pailful of Water, and s> bodfnr of coat, and an armful of woo? jn'sit as you* used to' for your mother, and maybe you1 wfli 13te myr pi,ea ar^ ^ war.' tu - ' ? ? People may say what they please" <^ about it, but facts prove t&st; ^eelt,V^^ coupled with' rascsHty and a' -lack conscientious scruples. Will give s> man; ^ ^ ten times more success ?u this worM:^'^l thau intellect and business capacity,; Yf; coupled wiih m?d?sty,- will db for bim. -".^ A cynical old bachelor, who firmly^ . believes th^at sil wom?? have something: to say on-ar?! stibjects, recently . asked, a^i t male rri??ndr 'Well; tetfiam, ??at)|ff do you Hold on this question of[^ti^WM suffrage t To him the lady ws?c^ft^^ calmly r *Sir, ? ho|Twf^^^^