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C. McfCINNEY, fr Committee. J. S. DGRANT. > May 25._3t_ fri onflTofn Philadelphia at the Newspaper A'Jver _'tising Agency o'* H^sra F7? Yf ft * SOM. oar auto, -rized a?e uta SCANDAL MONGERS. Do you hear the scandal moogera Passing by, Breathing poison in a whisper, in a sigh ? Moving cautiously and slow, Smiling sweetly as they go. Never noisy-gliding smoothly as a snake Slipping here and sliding there, Through the meadows fresh and fair, Leaving subtle slime and poison in their wake. Saw you not the scandal monger As she sat, Beaming brightly 'neath the roses On her hat? In her dainty gloves and dress Angel-like, and nothing else, Seemed she, casting smiles and pleasing words about. Once she shrugged and shook her bead, : Raised ber eyes and nothing said, When you spoke of friends, and yet it left a doubt. Did you watch the scandal monger At the ball ? Through the music, rhythm, beauty, Light and all. 'Moving here and moving there, With a whisper light as air. Casting shadows on a sister woman's fame Just a whispered word or glance, As she foaled through the dance, And a doubt forever hangs upon a name. You will find the scandal mongers Everywhere ; Sometimes men, but often women, Young and fair. Yet tbetr tongues drip foulest slime, And they spend their leisure time Casting mud on those who climb by work and worth ! Shun them, shun them as you go Shun them whether high or low, They are the cursed serpeo ts of the earth. -New Orkans Picayune. ICCOTTXUED.I CHAPTER XXXIII. VENGEANCE. For three or four minutes moro they whis? pered together, after which the Hottentot rose to go and find out how things wero among thc Boors below. s??d see when Frank j Muller retired to his ter As soon as he had marked tam down he w- to come back and report to Jess, and then the final steps were to bo decided on. When he was gone Jess gave a sigh of re? lief. This stirring up of Jantje to the boiling point of vengeance had been a dreadful thing to nerve herself to do; but now at any rate it was done, and tho deed settled upon. But what the end of it would be none could say. She would practically bo a murderess, and she felt sooner or later her* guilt would find her oat, and then she would have little mercy to hope for. Still she had no scruples, for after ali Frank Muller's would bo a well merited doom. But when all was said and done it was a dreadful thing to be forced to steep her hands in blood, even for Bessie's sake. If Muller were slain Bessie would many John, provided John escaped from the Boers, and be happy: but what would be? come of her? Robbed of her love, and with this crime upon her mind, what could she do, even if she escaped except die? It would be better to die and never see him again, for her sorrow and her ehame were more than she could bear. And tuen she began to think of John till all her poor, bruised heart seemed to go out toward i him. Bessie could never love him as she did, she felt sure of that, and yet Bessie was to have him by her all her life, and she-she was to I go aw*?y. Well, it was the only thing to do. She would see this deed done and set her sister free, and then ifasho happened to escape she ?would go-go right away, where she would never be heard of again. Then at any rato, sho would have behaved Kko an honorable woman. She sat np and put her hands to her face. It was burning bot, though she was wet through, and chilled to the bone with the raw damp of the night A fierce fever of mind and body had taken hold of her, worn out as she was with emotion, 'hunger and protracted exposure. But her i brain was clear enough; she never remem I bered its being so clear before. Every j thought that came into her mind seemed to present itself with startling vividness, stand? ing out by itself against a black background of nothingness, not softened and shaded down one into another as thoughts generally are. She seemed to see herself wandering away alone, utterly alone, alone forever!-while in the far distance John stood holding Bessie by the hand and gazing after her regretfully. Well, she would write to him, since it must be so, and bid him one word of fare watt. She could not go without it She had a penc?, and in the breast of her dress was the Boer pass, the back of which, stained as it was with water, would serve the purpose of paper. She drew it out and, bending forward toward tho light, placed it on her knees. "Goodby,"she wrote, "good by! Weean \ never meet again, and it is better that we never should, in this world. Whether there is another I do not know. If there- is. I shall wait for you there. If not, then good by for? ever. Think of mo sometimes, for I havo loved you very dearly, and as nobody will ever love you again; and while I live in this or any other world, and am myself, I shall always levo you and you only. Don-1 forget me. I never shall bc really dead to yon until 1 am forgotten. J." She lifted the paper off her knee and then put it back again and began to scribble in verso, quickly and almost without correction. It was a habit of hers, though she never showed what sho wrote, and now it asserted itself irresistibly and half unconsciously: "When hands that clasp thine own in seeming truth. Or linger in caress upon thy head, llave rudely broke the idols of thy youth And cast them down amid thy treasured dead, ! Remember me" WTben she had got thus far she stopped, dis? satisfied, and, running her peucil through the lines, began afresh: "If I should die to-night Then would'st thou look upon my quiet face, Before they laid me in my resting place. And deem that death had made it almost fair; "And laying snow -white flowers against my hair "^"ould'st on my cold cheek tender kisses press And fold my hands with lingering caress, Poor hands, so empty and so cold to-night! "If I should die to-niffht Then would'st thou call to mind with loving thought Some kindly deed the icy hands had wrought. Some tender words the frozen lins had said. Errands on which the willing feet had sped; The memory of my passion and my pride. And t-very fault would sure bc set aside. "]g'rrfe' So should I be forgiven of ali to-night. "Death waits on mc to-night. E'en now my summons ech<>es from afar. And grave mists gather fast al>out my star Think gently of me; ? am travel worn. My faltering feet are pierced with many n thorn. The bitter world has made my faint heart bleed. "When dreamless rest is mine I sliall not need The tenderness for which I long to-night:*'' She stoppeil, apparently moro bemuse si ie had got to the end of the paper than for an? other reason, and. without even rereading what she had written, pushed tho pass l?aek into her bosom and was soon lost in thought. Ten minutes later Jantje carno creeping in to where sh* sat like a great snake in human form, his yellow face shining with the rain drops. "Well,"1 whispered Jesss looking up with a start, "have you done it?" "No, rnissie, no. Baas Frank has but now gone to his tent He has been talking to the clergyman, something about Missie Bessio, I dont know what I was near, but he talked low and I could only hear the name." "Have the- Boers all gore to sleep?'' "All, missie, except the sentries.7* "Isthere a sentry before BaasFrank'stentr "N^>. missie, there i*nobody near/' ?"What is the tim*?, JantjeP _?_ "About three hours and a half after down" (10:30). "Xet us wait half an hour, and then must go." Accordingly they sat in silence. In sil they sat facing each other and their thoughts. Presently Jantje broke it by d: ing the big white bandied knife and* mencing to sharpen it on a piece of leath( The sight made Jess feel sick. "Pm knife up,* sho said, quickly; "it is si enough." Jantje obeyed with a feeble grin and minutes passed on heavily. "Now Jantje," she said at length, spea huskily in her struggle to overcome tho s modic contractions of her throat, "it is 1 for you to go." The Hottentot fidgeted about, and at spoke. "Missie must come with me!" "Come with you P answered Jess, wit start:'* why V "Because the ghost of the old English man will come after me if I go alone." "You fool!" said Jess angrily, and t recollecting herself, added: "Come, bo a n Jantje; think of your father and mot and beaman." "I am a mau," he answered sulkily, "au w?l kill him like a man, but what good i man against the ghost of a dead Eng woman ? If I put the knife into her she w< only make faces, and fire would come out the hole. I will not go without you, miss "You must go," she said, fiercely; ", shall go!" "No, missie, I will not go alone," he swered. Jess looked at him and saw that he me what he said He was getting sulky, and worst dispositioned donkey in the world is 1 far easier to deal with than a sulky Hotl tot. She must either give up the project go with the man. Well, she was equi guilty one way or the other, and, was rei almost callous about being detected, so might as well go. She had no powerieft make fresh plans. Her mind seemed to exhausted Only sho must keep out of way at the last. She could not bear to near then. "Well," she said, "I will go with y Jantje." "Good, missie, that is all right now. *S can keep off tho ghost of the dead Engl woman while I kill Baas Frank. But first must bo fast asleep. Fast, fast asleep." Then slowly and with the uttermost cauti they once more crept down the hill. T time there was no light to bo seen in the rection of the wagon house, and no sound be heard except the regular tramp of 1 sentries. But their business did not lie in 1 direction of the wagon house; they left tl on their right and curved round toward t blue gum avenue. When they got nearly < posite to the first tree they halted in a pat of stones, and Jantje went forward to rece noitre. Presently he returned with the int ligenco that all the Boers who were with t wagon had gone to sleep, but that Muller w still sitting in his tent thinking. Then th crept on. perfectly sure that if they were n heard they would not bo soon, curtained they were by tho denso mist and darkne till at length they reached thj bole of t first big gum tree. Five paces from this tr Frank Mullers tent was pitdied. It bad light in it which caused the wet tent glow ia the mist, as though it h: been rubbed with phosphorus, ai on this lurid canvas the shadow Frank Muller was gigantically limned. I was so placed that the light cast a magn i ft reflection of Iiis every feature and even of 1: expression upon the screen before them. Tl attitude in which he was seated was his f ave ite one when he was plunged" in thought, ? hands resting on his knees and his gaze fix< on vacancy. He was thinking of bis triump and of all that he had gone through to win and of all that it would bring him. He he thc trump cards now, and the game was : his own hand. Ho had triumphed, and y over bim hung the shadow of that curse th; dogs the presence of cur accomplished desire Too often, oven with tho innocent, does tl seed of our destruction lurk in the rich bio som of our hopes, and much more is this ? with thc guilty. Somehow this thought w; present in his mind to-night, and in ? rougi half educated way he grasped its truth. One moro the saying of the old Boer general ro; in his mind: "I belicTO that there i? a God I believe that God sets a limit to a man doings. If he is going too far, God kii bim." What a dreadful thing it would bc if th old fool were right after all! Supposing tbs there were a God, and God were to kill hil to-night, and hurry off his soul, if ho kadon< to some dim place of unending fear I All hi superstitions awoke at the thought, and h shivered so violently that the shadow of th shiver caused tho outlines of the giganti form upon the canvas to tremble up an? down. Then, rising with an angry curse, be hostil; threw off his outer clothing, and havin? turned down but not extinguished the roug! paraffine lamp, flung himself upon the littl camp bedstead, which creaked and groanoi beneath ins weight like a thing in pain. TTien came silence, only broken by tho drip drip of the rain from tho gum leaves ever head and the rattling of the boughs wheneve: a breath of air stirred them, lt was an eerit and depressing night, a night that might wei have tried the nerves of any strong man who wet through and worn out, had been obliga to crouch upon thc open and endure it Hov much more awful was it then to tho unfortu nate woman who, half broken hearted, fovei stricken and well nigh crazed with suffering of mind and body, waited in it to see murdei done! Slowly tho minutes passed, and at every raindrop or rustle of a bough hoi guilty conscience summoned up a host o; fears. But by the more power of her will sh? kept them down. She would go through witt it. Yes, she would go through with it. Surelj he must be asleep by now! They crept up to tho tent and placed theil cars within two inches of bis head. Yes, ht was asleep; the sound of his breathing rost and fell with the regularity of an infant's. Jess turned round and touched her com " panion upon the shoulder. Ho did not move, but she felt that his arm was shaking. "Now," she whispered, j Still he hung back. It was evident to her that the long waiting had taken thc courage ' out of him. ! "Be a man," she whispered again, so low that the sound scarcely reached his ears, al? though her lips were almost touching thorn, "go, and mind you strike home!'' Then at last she heard him softly draw tho groat knife from the sheath, and in another second he had glided from ber side. Pres? ently she saw the line of light that cut out upon the darkness through the opening of the tent broaden a little, and by that she know that ho was creeping in upon his dreadful errand. Then she turned her hoad and put her fingers in her oars. But even so she could see a long line of shadow traveling across the skirt of tho tent. So she shut lier eyes also and waited, sick at heart; for she did not daro move. Presently-it might have boen five minutes or only half a minute afterward, for she had lost count of time, she feit somebody touch her on the ann. It was Jantje. "Is ir done.'" she whispered again. Ho shook his head and drew her away from the tent. In g^ing her foot caught in one ol' the guide ropes and shook it slightly. "I could not do it. missie," ho said. "Ii" is asleep and lo?les just like a child. When I lifted the knife bc smiled in his sloep, and nil tho strength weht ?jut of my ann, so that. I could not strike. And then before Ic->uld get strong again tho ghost of fue old English? woman came and hit me in thc back and 1 j ran a wa}'." If a look could have blasted a man Jantje would assuredly have been blasted then. The man's cowardice made her mad, but while she still choked with wrath a duiker buck, which had come down from its stony home to feed upon thc rose bushes, suddenly sprang with a crash almost from her feet, passing away like a graj* gleam into the utter darkness. Jess staited and then recovered herself, guessing what it was, but- tho miserable Hot? tentot was overcome with terror and fell upon the ground groaning out that it was thc ghost of the old Englishwoman. He hM dropped the knife as ho fell, and Jess, seeing the im? minent perit in which they wore placed, knelt down, picked it up. and hissed into his ear that if he were not quiet she would kill bim. This pacified him a little, but no earthly power could persuade him to enter the tent again. What was to be done? What could she do? For two minutes or moro sho buried her face, in her wet hands and thought wildly and despairingly. Then a dark and dreadful determination entered her mind The man Muller should not escape. Bessie should not be sacrificed to him. Rather than that, she would do the deed herself. Without a word she rose, animated by the tragic agony of her purpose and tho force of her despair, and glided toward the tent, the great knife in her hand Now, ah! all too soon, she was inside of it and stood for a second to allow ber eyes to grow accustomed to tho light. Presently she began to see, first, the outline of the bed, then the outline of the manly form stretched upon it, teen both bed and man distinctly. Jantje hod said that he was sleeping like a child. He might have been, now he was not On the contrary, his face was convulsed like that of one in an ex? tremity of fear, and great beads of sweat stood upon his brow. It was as though he knew his danger, and was yet utterly power? less to avoid it. He lay upon bis back. One heavy arm, his left, hung over the side of the bed, the knuckles of the hand resting on the ground; thc other was thrown back and his head was pillowed upon it. The clothing had fallen back from his throat and massive chest, which were quite bare. Jess stood and gazed. "For Bessie's sake, for Bessie's sake!'' she murmured, and then, ' impelled by a force that seemed to move of itself, she crept slowly, slowly, to the right hand side of tho bed. At this moment the man woke, and his opening eyes fell full upon her face. What? ever his dream had been, what he now saw was far more terrible, for bending over him was the ghost of the woman he had murdered in tho Vaal! There she was, risen from her river grave, torn, dishevelled, water yet drip? ping from her hands and bair. Those sunk and marble cheeks, those dreadful flaming eyes could belong to no human being, but only to a spirit It was tho spirit of Jess Croft the woman he had murdered, corni back to tell him that there was a living ven? geance and a hell! Their eyes met, and no creature will ever know tho agony of terror that he tasted of before tho end carno. She saw his face sink in and turn ashen gray, while the cold sweat ran from every pore. Ho was awake, but fear paralyzed him, he could not speak or move. He was awake, and she could hesitate no more. HE WAS AWAKE AND SHE COULD HESITATE NO MORE. He must have seen, the flash of thc falling steel, and She was outside tho tent again, the red knife ia her hand. She flung thc accursed thing from her. That shriek must hayo awakened every soul within a mile. Airead}' she coul'l faintly hear tho stir of men down by the wagon and thc patter of Jantje run? ning for his fife. Then sic too turned and fled straight up the hill. She knew not whither, she cared not where. None saw ber or followed her, thc hunt had broken away to the left after Jantje. Her heart was lead and her head a rocking sea of fire, while before her, around her, and behind her yelled all tho conscience created furies that run murder to his lair. On she flow, one sight only before her eyes, ono sound only in her ears. j)n over tho lui], far into the rain arAl night > CHAPTER XXXIV. TANTA COETZEE TO THE RESCUE. After Jess had been set free by the Boers outside Hans Coetzee's place, John was sharply ordered to dismount and offsnddlo his horse. This he did with tho best grace that ho could muster, and the horse was knee haltered and let loose to feed It was then indicated to him that he wa? to enter the houso, which he also did, closely attended by two ofctheTJoers. "Are.you hungry, rooibaaje?" asked one in English. John answered that he was. "Tie bis J.-ai ds behind him, and let us see if he can catch io his mouth, like a dog," sug? gested one of the gentle youths. "No, no; make him cat pap with a "wooden spoon, like a Kaffir." said another. I will feed him if you have a very long spoon." Here again was legitimate cause for merri? ment, but in tho end matters wero compro? mised by a Jump of biltong and a piece of bread being thrown to him from the other end of the room. He caught them and pro? ceeded to cat, trying to conceal Iiis ravenous hunger as much as possiblo from the circle of onlookers who clustered round to watch the operation. Suddenly one of the men remembered about thc young fellow whom he had thrown backward oil tho horse and who was lying very sick in the ?icxt room, and suggested that measures of retaliation should be taken, which would undoubtedly have been done had not the elderly Boer who had commanded the party mteroosed. This man was getting drank like the others, but fortunately for John lie got amiably drunk. "Let lum alone," ho said. "Jet him alone. We will ^'?d him to tho commandant to morrow, /rank Muller will know how to deal with him." John thought to himself that ho certainly would. ''Now, for myself," tho man went on with a hiccough, "I boar no malice. Wo have thrashed tho British and they have given up tho country, so let bygone.'" be bygones, I say. Almighty, yes! 1 am not proud, not I. If an Englishman takes off his hat to mo I shall neknowh-dge. it.-" This staved the fellows Off for a while, but presently John's protector went away, and then the others beg.-.;-, tn got playful. They got their rifles and amused themselves with leveling them at him, and making sham I-?rs as to where they would hit him. John, see mg;thc omorgeuey, backed his eluiir well into the comer <>f tho wall and drew hi< revolver, which fortunately for himself he si ill had. "if any mun interferes with mo, }<v Ood. I'll shoot him!" bo said, in g<?>d English. v.*hi?'h they did not fail to understand. Un? doubtedly a.^ the ev. liing went '?li if was O?ilv the ?>?ssession of this revolver and his evideni determination to use it. that saved his life. At last tilings got very bad indeed, so lind that li" found it absolutely necessary to keep his eyes continually fixed, now on one and now on another, to prevent their patting a. builet through him unawares. He had twice appealed to the old woman, linus Coetzee's wife, but she sat in her big chair with a sweet smile upon her fat face and refused to inter? fere. It is not every day that one gets the chance of seeing areal Jive Eng! isbTrooi??aatje baited like an ant bear on the fiat Presently, just as John in dos?>?>ration was making Up. his mind to U-zin shooting right and left'tho old woman, seeing that matte? s were getting beyond a joice, came waddling down the room with marvelous activity and threw herself between them: "There, there.*' she said., cuffing right and left with her 'fatalists, ftbe off with you, everyone. Ican't have this noise going on here. Come, ' off you all go,- and get the horses in to. the stable; they will be right away by morning if yon.trost them to the Kaffirs.'' . The woman," to John's astonishment and relief, literally bundled the whole tribe of them out of the front ,doof. ? "Now then, rpoibaatje," said the old lady, briskly, when they had gone, "I like you be? cause you are a. brave man, and were not afraid when they mobbed you. Also, 1 don't want to have a mess made upon my floor here, or any noise or shooting. If thoso men comeback and find'you here they will first get rather drunker and then kill yon, so you had better bc off. while you get the chance," and she pointed .to tiieuoor.' "I really am' much obliged to you, my aunt," stud John,'utterly astonished. "Oh, as to that,?-she said dryly, "it would be a great pity to kill the lost English rooi boatje ia the whole British army; they ought to keep you as a .curiosity. Hero, take a tot of brandy befca^J you go, ft is a wet night, and sometimes, when you are clear of the Transvaal and' remember this business, re? member, too, that you owe your life to Tanta Coeteee. But I would not hare saved you, not I, if you had not been so plucky. I like a man to be a man. There, be off!" John poured,out and gulped down half a tumblerful of the brandy, and in another mo? ment was outside the house and had slipped off into the night. It was ven* dark and wet, for the rain clouds had covered up the moon, and he soon realized that any attempt to look for his horse would only end in failure and in his recapturo also. The only thing fo do was to get away oh foot in the direction of Mooifontein as quickly as he could; so off he went down the track acrcss tho veldt as hard as his stiff legs would take . him. He had a ten miles' trudge before him,' and with that cheerful acquiescence in circumstances over which he had no control which was one of his characteristics, he set fo work to make the best of it For the first hour or so all went well, and then to his intense disgust he discovered that he was off the track, a fact at which1 anybody who has ever had the pleasure cn ? dark night of wandering along a so called road on the African veldt will scarcely be surprised. After wasting a quar? ter of an hour or more in a vain attempt to find the path, he struck out boldly for a dark looking mass that. loomed' in the distance, and which he took tb be Mooifontein hill. And so it was, only instead of keeping to the left, when he would havo landed up at the house, or rather where" tho house had stood, he unwittingly bore to the rijbt, and thus went half round tho hill be? fore he found out his mistake. Nor would he havo found it out then had he not chanced in the mist and darkness to turn into the mouth of the great gorge known as Leuw Idoof, where he had once, months be? fore, had an interesting talk with Jess just before she went to Pretoria It was while he was blundering and stumbling up this gorgo that at length thc rain ceased and the moon got out, it being then nearly midnight. Its very first rays lit upon ono of the extraordi? nary pillars of balanced bowlders, and by it he recognized the locality. As may bo imag? ined, strong man as he was, John was by this timo quite exhausted. For nearly a week he had been traveling incessantly, and for the last two nights ho had not only not slept, but had endured a great deal of peril and mental excitement. Had it not been for the brandy Tanta Ooetzco had given him he could not have got over the fifteen miles or so of ground he had covered, and now he was quite broken down, and felt that the only thing that he could do, wet through as he was, would bo to lie down somewhere and sleep or die as the case might bo. Then it was that the little cave near the top of the kloof, thc same from which Jess had watched the thunderstorm, carno into bis recollection. He had been there once with Bessie after their engagement, and she liad told him that it was one of Jess' fa? vorite spots. If he could once reach tho caye he would at any rate get shelter and a dry place to lio on. It could not be more, than 300 yards away. So he struggled on bravely through the wet grass .and over the scattered bowlders, until at last he came to tho baso of the buge column that had been shattered by the lightning be? fore Jess' eyes. Thirty paces more and bc -fftts iri the cave. With a sigh of utter exhaustion lie fiung himself down upon tho rocky floor and was almost instantly buried in a profound sleep. CHAPTER XXXV. THE CON'CLUSIOX OF THE SCATTER. When tho rain ceased and the moon began to shine, Jess was still fleeing like a wild thing across tho plain on the top of the moun? tain. She felt no sense of exhaustion now or even of weariness; her only idea was to get away, right ?way somewhere, where she could lose herself and nobody would ever see her again. Presently she came to the top of Lcuw Kloof, and in a bewildered way recog? nized the spot and commenced to descend it Here was a place whoro sho might Ho until she died, for no one ever came theref except now and again some wandering Kaffir herd. On she sprang, from rock t$ rock, a wild, weird figure, well in keeping with the solemn and titanic sadness of the place. Twice she fell, once right into the stream, but she took no hoed, sho did not even seem to feel it At last she was at the bottom, now creeping like a black dot across tho wide spaces of moonlight and now swallowed up in the shadow. Tliere before her was the mouth of her little cave: her strength was leaving her at last, and she was fain to creep into it, broken hearted, crazed, and-dying. "Oh, God, forgive mo! God forgive me!" she moaned, as she sank upon thc nxdcy floor. "Bessie, I sinned against you, but I have washed away my sin. I did it for you, Bessie, love, not for myself. I had rath-r have died than kill him for myself. You will marry John now, and you will never, newr know what I did for you. I am going to d ie. I know that. I am dung. Ob, if I only could seo his face once more liefore I die-be? fore I die!"' Slowly the westering moonlight crept down the blackness of the rock. Now at Just it peeped into thc' little cavo nnd played upon John's sleeping face lying within two feet of h?*r. ncr prayer had been granted; there was ber lover by her side. With a start and a great sigh of doubt she saw him. Was bc dead? She dragged her? self lo him on her hands and knees and list? ened for bis breathing, if perchance he still breathed and was not a vision. Then it came, strong and slow, the breath of a man in deep sleep. Should S'K? try to wake bim? What for? To tell him she was a murderess and then to let him see her die. for instinct told her that nature was exhausted; nnd she knew that she was certainly going-going fast. No, a hun? dred times, no! Only she put her.hand into her breast and drew ?nil tho pas---, on the back of whiVh she lind written t..> him. ami thrust it between his listless fingers. Ilsliould speak for her. Then she leaned over him and watched his sleeping faee, a very incarnation of.infinite; despairing tenderness and love tl mt is dee'ier than the grave. And as she watched gradually her feet and legs grew cold and numb, till at length sh"1 coull feel nothing Ivlow her liOsoin. She was dead nearly to the heart. The rays of the moon faded slowly from the level of th" little cave, and John's faee grew dark to her darkening sight; She bent down and kissed bim no..-e. twice, thrice. Thou at last tho en.! came. There was a great Hashing of light, before her eyes, and tho roaring as of a thousand si-:i> u it hin her ears, and her head sank gently on lier lovers hr ast as on a pillow; there she rlie<I and pass?vJ upward toward the wider Hf" and larger liberty, or perchance downward into the depths of nu eternal sleep; Poor dark eyed, deep hearted Jess! This was thc fruition of her love ami this her briilal I ?ed. It was done. She had gone, taking with ber tho beeret of her self sn crillee and crime,' and tlio night winds moaning amid th" ro-ks sang their requiem over her. Hero she first. lind learned her love," and here sho close?I its hook. She might have (teen a great and gr? ?I woman. She might even have been a honpy woman. But fate had ordained it otherwise. Women such as she are rarely happy In the world. It is not well to stake all oue s for tune on a throw and lack the craft to load tho dice. Well, her troubles aro done with. "Think gently of her" and let her pass in peace. Tko hours grew cn toward the morning, ; but John, the dead face of the woman he had loved still pillowed on his breast, neither dreamed nor woke. There was a strange and dreadful irony in the situation, and one which sometimes finds a counterpart in our waking life, but still the man slept and the dead woman lay till the night turned into the morning and the world woke up as usuaL Tho sunbeams slid into the cavo and played indifferently upon the ashen face and tangled curls and ou the broad chest of the living man whereon they rested. An old baboon peeped round the rocky edgo and manifested no surprise, only indignation, at the intrusion of humanity, dead or alive, into his domin? ions. Yes, the world woke up as usual, and recked not and troubled not because Jess was dead. It was so accustomed to such sights. And at last John woke up, too. He stretched his arms and yawned, and then for the first time became aware of the weight upon his breast. He glanced down and saw dimly at first-then more clearly. There are some things into which it is wisest not to pry, and one of them is tho first agony of a strong man's grief. Happy was it for him- that his brain did not give way in that first lonely hour of bot? tomless despair. But he lived through it, as we do live through such tilings, and was sane and sound after it, though it left its mark upon his life. Two hours later a gaunt, haggard figure came stumbling down the hillside toward the site of Mooifontein, bearing something in his arms. The whole place was in commotion. Here and there were knots of Boers talking excitedly, who. when they saw the man com? ing hurried up to see who it was and what bo carried. But when they knew they fell back awed and without a word, and he, too, passed through them without a word. For a moment he hesitated, realizing that the houso was burned down, and then turned into tho wagon shed and laid his burden down upon the saw bench on which Frank Muller had sat as judge upon tho previous day. ' Then at last he spoke in a hoarse voice, "Whore is the old man?" One of them pointed to the door of the little room. "Open it I" he said, so fiercely that they again fell back and obeyed him without a word. "John! John!" cried Silas Croft. "Thank God you have come back to us from tbe dead 1" and, trembling with joy and surprise, ho would have fallen upon his neck. "Hush!'' he answered; "I have brought the dead with me." And he led him to where she lay. During the day the Boers all went and left them alone. Now that Frank Muller was <lead there was no thought among them of carrying out the sentence upon their old neighbor. Besides, there was no warrant for tho execution, evea had they desired so to do. for their commaudant had died leaving it un? signed. So they held a sort of informal in? quest upon their leader's body, and then buried him in the little graveyard that was planted with the four red gums, ono at each corner, and waned in on the hillside at tho back of where the houso had stood. Rather than be at the pains of hollowing out another .they buried him in thc very grave that ho had caused to be dug to receive tho body of Silas Croft. Who had murdered Frank Muller was and remains a mystery among them to this day. Thc knife was identified by tho natives about tho farm as belonging to tho Hottentot Jantje, and a Hottentot was seen running fr?m the placo of the deed and hunted for some way, but could not be caught or heard of again. Therefore many of them ai*e of tho opinion that he is the guilty man. Others, again, believes that the crime rests upon tho shoulders of the villainous oueeyed Knffir, Hendrik, his own servant, who had also mys teronsly vanished. But as they have nevcf found either of them, and are not likely to, the point remains a moot ona Nor, indeed, did they take any great pains to hunt for them. Frank Muller was not a popular char? acter, and the fact of a man coming to amys-' terions end does uot produce any great Sensa? tion among a rough people and in rough times. On tho following day old Silas Croft, Bes? sie and John Niel also buried their dead in the little graveyard on the hillside, and there she lies, some ten feet of earth' only between her and the mau on whom sho was the instru? ment of vengeance. But they never knew that, or even guessed it. They never even knew that she had been near Mooifontein on that awful night. Nobody knew it except Jantje, and Jantje, haunted by the footfall of tbe pursuing Boers, was gone from thejeen of tho white man far into thc wilds of Central Africa. i "John," said thc old man, when they bad filled in.tho grave, "this is no country for Englishmen. Let us go homo to England." John bowed his head in assent Fortunately tho means wero not wanting, although they were practically ruined, for tho ?lt000he had paid to Silas for a third interest in tbe farm still lay, together with another ?250, in the j Standard bank at NewcasJtc, in Natal. And so in due courso#thcy went And now what more is there to tell? Jess, to thoso who read what has been written as it is meant to be read, was the soul of it all, and Jess is dead. It is useless to set a lifeless thing upon its feet, rather let us strive to fol? low the soarings of the spirit Jess is dead and her story at au end. One word more. After some difficulty John Niel, within three months of his arrival in England, got employment as a land agent to a large est?t*- in Rutlandshire; which ]>osilion he fills to thu day, with credit to himself and such advantage to the property as can lie cx peeted nowadays. Also, he in due course be? came tho beloved husband of sweet Bcssio Croft, and on the whole may l>e considered a happy man. At times, however, a sorrow of wbifh bis wife knows nothing gors the better of bim, and for a while ho is trot himself. Ile is not a mau much given to sentiment or speculation, but sometimes when his day's work is done and he strays down to his gar? den gate and looks out nt tho dim and peaces ful English landscape below, and then at tho wide, star strewn heavens above, ho wonders if tho hour will ever come when ho will once more see those dark and passionate eyes and hear that sweet remembered voice. For ho feels as near to his lost love now that she is dead as he did when she was yet alive, and from tinto to time he seems to clearly know that if there prove to he rm individual future, for us struggling mortals he will find Jess waiting to greet him at its gatos. Tnt: nxD. Salt a Cure for Fatting Hair. "I am very glad of the opportimidy given me by the query to thank *Notcs and Queries' for the recommendation of dry salt as a cure for falling hair. My hair had come out fright? fully for several mouths, so that I dreaded touchiug it with a brush. Thinking that salt could do no harm, anyway, and remembering tho benefit.always derived from sea air and bathing, it ried it, and was surprised at the result. f<>r after three applications-putting it on at night and brushing anil shaking out in the morning-not one hair came out with thc most vigorous brushing. I have used it three-or fourrtimes a .week since the middle of Novt mlHT. and notice a perceptible thick? ening of my hair ?md no disagreeable results whatever. The treatment might not Ix? so beneficial to every one, of course, but 1 have written this fully, fooling thal 1 could hardly say too much in praise of what h:is boen so successful wit h myself."-Boston Transcript Kershaw* will assemble the Demo? cratic Executive Committee on thc ] Gili inst, to arrange a primary elec? tion for a candidate for t?ie Legi Bia" turc vice Solicitor R. II. Nelson; re? signed. Bishop Janies" A. Shorter, of thc A (Viran Methodist Episcopal (.'lifirch, laving charge of thc wo rfc in South ??'rol?n? and Georgia, dic<l of heart Insens? recently, ?it lu's hom?* nt \V*i! ef forc?, Oh io, irs thc seventieth ye?r f his aire. V Our State Contemporaries. Barnwell People. Capt. J. B. Hunter, of Fish Pond, bids fair to become the "'sugar king" of his section. Ile has a patch o sure enough cane, measuring an acre and a quarter, that has over six thousand stalks five feet high and still growing. Courting and candy pull? ing parlies will be in order at his house next winter. Oeorgetovm Tim's. rawley's Island Encampment, At the 4th July meeting of the Marion's Men of Winyah, official orders were read from headquarters commanding 3d Battalion to go in three days encampment o,\ Pawiey's Island beginning on July 25th. Tin's company forms a part of said bat? talion, and preparatory steps were taken to perfect the arrangements. A committee, consisting of the Cap? tain and Lieutenant were appointed to complete all the preliminaries. Sergt. John G. Carraway was ap? pointed comm?8ary sergeant. Twen ty-five men are enrolled to attend, with the prospect of* many more The company will be furnished with tents, provisions and horse feed. It is expected that the \Vaccamaw Mounted Riflemen' will be there with a much greater number. The Horry Hussars and . Lake City Guards will be fully represented. Adjutant-In? spector Gen. Bonham, Gen. W. E. James, Col. Sparkman, Major II, L. Buck, and Adjutant P. E1 Twiggs will be there in command. Paw ley's Island beach at low t?d? will be a good place for the battalion io manoeuvre. Anderson Intelligencer. The action of the State Board of ?z riculture in locating the Agricultural Stations is not a surprise to us though we think their action hasty and ill-timed. Of all the offers submitted, there can be no doubt that taken at the actual fig? ures offered, tbe Spartanburg offer was the best, and if an immediate location were necessary, the Board would have done right in the selection, but with tho'?Ters which could have been made by Greenville, and the increase which Anderson, Oconee and Picken? would have made, the State would undoubt? edly have been thc gainer. Spartan? burg might have increased her offer, and still have secured the Station, bet she would have bad to pay more for it. The stopping of the matter by ioc?tfing now was just about stich a policy as aa auctioneer would pursue Who knocked down while the bidding was going on. Thc location ought not,- wc think, to have been made irntil after the nest ses? sion of the Legislature, for there may, and probably will 5'e, considerable changes made in thc scope of thc Act to conform with the Act of Congress, and perhaps to establish &' Agricul? tural College. It is generally supposed that a majority of the Board of Agri? culture are opposed to' the Agricultural College, and this doubtless accounts for the haste of the Board* in locating. The plan for establishing the College, which has been most advocated, is the consol? idation of the Agricultural Department, the ?xperi?cntal Station, the United States appropriations all into one man? agement, by which the funds necessary to operate an Agricultural College can be easily raised. Tbe location of the Stations by the Board of Agriculture interferes with this plan, as far as the Board of Agriculture can do. This probably was the strongest reason for the immediate location of the Stations. Berkeley Gazette. Buring the past ten ?fays three per? sons have met violent deaths, and two others are likely to die from injuries received, in Berkeley county. Last Saturday Jack Alston killed Ervin Aiken at Brisban HUI and" left for patts unknown ; the day before Peter Roundtrcer?h'ot and killed Ccesar Wait? ers on the Bee's Ferry road; on Sunday Jerry Coaxum wae killed by Cupid Shaw at ?ainhoy ; Wash Brown was stabbed nearly to death at this place on Saturday night by Robt. Horry and Jack Perry, and on the evening of thc fourth a negro man was shot and beat with a baseball bat on the ferry wharf until his re? covery is doubtful. So much blood? shed in such a ?hort lime is appalling. We are actually rivalling Edgeiield. Come Into Camp! A LETTER TO T??E FARMERS OF THE STATE FROM COLOXE?, DUNCAN*. By invitation tho summer meeting of thc society will convene upon the grounds of the inter-State farmers' summer encampment to be held at Spartanburg, S C., the first week in August next. The society will hold its business meeting on Wednesday, thc Sd. Thc regular programme ol' essays and discussions by the society will take place on Thursday, thc 4th, this day being assigned by the ar? ranging committee as the State Agri-j cultural and Mechanical Socio*}' Day. As you aro aware, it has been our! custom to have a representation of tinco delegates from each count}'. While we wish to urge upon thc mem? bers to soe to it that each county sends a delegation, at the same time wc call your attention to the fact that this is a meeting of the society, and ali mcmberaarc entitled tobe present, and wc hope as many will attend as possible. Til is intcr-Slalo farmer's summer encampment meeting has been so thoroughly advertised that it is un? necessary io say mure than to urge as many as possible to be present. It I wiil bc thc lureccst concourse of farm i ers proper that has over assembled for l! o purpose for which this meet- j ! tug is organized ; it will be fraught ! with va. ions matters of material in? terest to all fanners, and ii is eminent- ! ly proper, if not absolutely necessary, that your society be fully represente?!, it. being tho on';,* 'simon pirro' agri J Cultural organisai: . in .the State that: < j has f??r ils object the discussion and i I development of purely agfi?ttHtir?? j j subjects, and of matters that apply tti i the farmer's evefy day Ufe. ? It is true wc have thc cider of the ! Patrons of Husbandry, u?ider" whose auspices this farmers/ jn?er^t?te en? campment is to be held Tlie Gran-, ges'have their social and .educational1 features^ which carry along wit!? it' its Mady memberab?rj, and while We" individually think it the best and mos? perfect organization ??: a?l ils eq?ipV' men??f the farmer lias ever had, yet it' has failed to Keep its Hold on the r?nlc* and n?? of our farmers*. , Then we have the farmeri' move? ment organization, which Has' d?vel-' oped into ah org?hizat?on whose' prime object is look after and protect* the farmers'" political rjghts, to watch' over and see that such legislation as" is necessary for his interest be sectus edy and to tak? charge of all matters' of a like cfraracte/, wTi'?ti ali will' readily ??knowledg? to be pre-edl?i" nently proper". Buir never iJ?ibre in the history of our ?gr?c?ltaral ihtiesir est has there been mor? need.of a vi-, talizing current 0?n; & &ia t?nl?l - Farmers are day by day being arous? ed lo the fact that they, too, must be progressive. This is SIB ??e of I?s?f acres and a greater product from th?rhy improvements mt implements, in cul? tivation/ rrr seeds, and in all kinds pf farm equipments ; and where will' tfr? farmers look for this vitalizing cur? rent if not rn the State AgricinWal and Mechanical Society ? For the past twenty years/ sTnCe your reorganization after the war, your society has been doing a go?'d work, both in the discussion of agri? cultura:! s?bje?t? sd ?iir summer meet? ings, as well ?s by a general display of things appertaining to wir calling at our annual State fairs, and it will be only natural, after all spasmodic efforts are expended, for our farmers to' tarn to your society to inquire what ia the news from th? ?gr?ctf?tu ral watch tower. Therefore we would again Urge you to be pr?sent af the Sparta'i:burg meeling. Let the members in each county hold meet? ings, and if not more trian a dele? gation of three can attend, let them decide upon those alnct for? ward the name to Thomas W. Hol? loway, Pomaria, S. C. We halve been in the habit of making special rates of transportation for delegates our summer meetings, but this is one at which there wilf be so large an at? tendance outside of thc society that we are using all our efforts to get un? usually low rates for al), which will be announced at an e?rly daj. B. P. fftiscxs, President, ??nio?, June 27, ?S87. -' wm* ?-?~mm**~ Inter-State Grange Encamp? ment Thc first annttat meeting of the Inter? state Farmers' Summer Encampment will assemble at th? Encampment Grounds, at Sp?rtanb?rg, South Car?* . oiioa, at 8 o'clock a. m., Tuesday, Atr gu8t 2d, 1887, and continu? until Sat? urday, August 6th. This Intcr-Statc Farmers' Encampment is the result of the combined efforts of the friends of Agriculture, in ali its departmeirts, and is under the auspices of the Patrons of Husbandry of Alabama, Tennessee, Georgia, North Carolina ?rid Soatfa Carolina. Thc prim? object ot tais cxti*"bitio"fl is, that the producing classes ali over the country may meet annually iff friend" v rivalry a?ef compe?i??u, foi thc purpose of displaying what each has wrought during the year. , The city of Spartanburg, S. 6.; ftes chosen by the committee charged with thc selection of a location Ott ?ccottot of the . macy advantages and facilities af? forded to such a grand enterprise. Its railroad facilities are excellent; it is in thc direct line of all summer travel from the low counties of ?outb Carolin* and Georgia, and from . Florida to the mountain resorts of Western North Carolina / and the n'???tb of the city" and county of Spa'riarjbnrg is unsurpass? ed by any locality in the whole South? ern. State's*.* There will be abundant hotel iceom modatiens at S^parurabuig, one mils away, ?nd a number of eating houses and restaurants ca thc grounds to ac? commodate all visitors. livery Southern interest should be* fully represented at the encampment, and ail exhibits should be arranged b*y August ist. For further infomatiou address* I Charles II. Carlisle, Secretary, Sp?rCtf? b?rg. S C. Editors noticing this meeting of farm? ers should impress upon the manufac? turers cf their localities thc importance of communicating with thc above gec^ denian. A ^EKVOUS DEACOX.-? good Bap' tis* deacon residing ?h a certain town in the old Bay State, and who is also superintendent of thc Sabbath School, has the misfortune to be exceedingly nervous and excitable, which liotrblc often leads him! in his remarks to ex? press himself in a manner different, ?roi?i that intended. On one occasion/ it being the Sabbath evening prayer meeting, as lie was commenting upon thc Sunday School lesson of the day,, which' had been (he faith fewness of God to his promises, he startled thc congregation by saying, 'Not one tit or jul Ile of Iiis word shall fail/ when; noticing a suppressed litter among tho audience, especiallj" "thc younger portion, and conscious cf ? blunder, a:tempted to mend the matter by say? ing, 'No ; I m'cant not one (otite of j ii.'- Harper-? Magazine for July. From !5. F. Crayton & sons,- who have a ?uc stock fan:; at Anderson S. C., comes this very hopeful exp?rience: In tho May issue of thc Cultivator on pago ("213) you ask if any osic has1 found a pian to eradicate tffit grass. Wo have an old gardcu ?pot that < bccr.mc infested with nut grass to' such an entent that wc thought we would have te abandon it, as nothing would eat. the stuff. J"ut concluding io try something better, we plowed it up and planted it in Kernit?da grass, dropping ? gobd-M?' d bunch of thc Bermuda grass after thc plow in every furrow, about; ten to twelve iii a foot. Thc gras? sp/ong up a ?d soon covered thc ground. -That was ihre? years since, and tfow you cannot find a sprig of nut grass except OD thc" edges of the plat where i we did not get a stand of the I>ermuda. !-Southa'ii Cukivitlsjr fur July.