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By W. CLARK RUSSELL.
Author of the "Wreck of the Grosvenor?
"A Sailor's Sweetheart;' Etc.
Down the familiar road which we havo
traversed before In our visits to Greystoue
school, there was coming at this hour, and
walking with brisk steps, which ever and
anca shot up a twirl of dust, no less a per
sonage than Dr. Isaac Shaw.
This was an uncommonly early hour for
Dr. Shaw tc be found, outside bis school; for
here was not a man to be courted from dis
cipline by the sweetness of early morning
As he approached the bottom of the hill
and neared tho houses, his step slackened
and took yet a more dignified moderation of
When at the bottom of the street, he
paused a moment to inspect tho wooden
house of the shipwright, which looked shyly
toward him through its green drapery.
With an uneasy glance around him, such
as a man might cast who wishes to effect an
object without detection, tho doctor crossed
the road and knocked hurriedly on tho door
of tho wooden house.
There are many kinds of bad servants; but
the worst kind of servant is the servant who
keeps you waiting on the door step.
Had this door flown open under tho doc
tor's hand, uplifted to catch the knocker,
etill something of promptitude would have
been missing. For nothing was plainer than
that Dr. Shaw had no wish to bo seen stand
ing on that threshold.
At last came Polly and saluted him with a
At last came Polly with a dirty stare.
"Doe3 Mr. Btrongfleld live here?" asked
Dr. Shaw, holding that it would be a little
too condescending for a man of his dignity
and station to appear to know so humble a
"What do 'eo say?" cried Polly.
The doctor repeated his question in a loud,
"Ay, do ho!" replied Polly, evidently as
tonished at his ignorance. "Are ye in want
"I wish to see him; show mo in," exclaimed
tho'littJo man with a frown.
Tho girl "ludo way for him to pass, and for
love of his frill gave him a wido passage;
Closed tho door with turgid attention to the
cutch of the latch, and left the doctor planted
against tho wall, to escapo all touch of her,
while sho went to announce him.
Mrs. Strangfield came hurrying out, with
a wild look of sorrow iu her face, and her
eyes soro with weaping.
But at sight of the fine frill, and haughty
mouth, and twisted forehead, and silk waist
coat, God bless her! sho courtosied to tho
Mrs. Straugfleld's courtesy made Dr.
Shaw a pliabls thing.
"I havo tho pleasure, madam, of address
And the doctor made a bow that twisted
his figuro into a note of interrogation.
"My name is Mrs. Strangfield, sir. I
know you to be Dr. Shaw, and may God
send you have como to bring us tidings of
our girl!" replied the poor mother, in her
"I am hero on a very' special errand?ono
that concerns us all closely. If 3-our hus
band is visible I should be glad to 3ee him.
"Oh yes, sir, he is in this room; pray walk
in, Dr. Shaw," said Mrs. Strand-field, won
dering that her tearful face should provoke
no expression of concern from the doctor,
and herein exactly showing herself to be the
daughter's mother, for on the very previous
day had not Jenny herself fallen into tho
same wonder over tho little man's glazed
He followed her into the parlor, a?*.?> within
a pace of the door stood to der -0 cool,
collected bow to Mr. Strangflelti, ?.. ?, half
rose from his arm-chair to return the saluta
"Good morning to you, Dr. Shaw. Pray
take a chair, sir. This fine weather is very
promising for the farmers, and there be talk
of a grand harvest this year," said the ship
wright, remaining half risen out of his chair
until the doctor was seated.
Mrs. Strangfield looked at her husband
with an expression of helpless, eager despair.
How. could he talk of the weather; ho1
? ?--?'?' *lu? for6n**.~1*1
lizzie Bacon, a young lady u
calling! ttrtL'Mjy. Knowing
what the schoolmaster was con.v
Ing news of Jenny? But upright suu -.,
with her bands tightly clasp?d.
_"I am out betimes this morning," said Dr.
Shaw, with n short glance around the homely
room. "But then, Mr. Strangfield, from your
occupation I naturally conceived you an
early riser, und my duty would not permit
<r.e to delay my visit."
"Had you come two hours ago you would
have found mo risen," replied Strangfield,
who had gathered ha forces together for
this unexpected interview, and was now
again wearing his hard face and -.peaking in
Id? stern, deep tones.
"I am here, Mr. Strangfield, in compliance
with my promise tu give you all ?< ws at tho
earliest opportunity that should enable you
?to uso your own words?to sift this busi
ness of your daughter io the bottom," began
the doctor, pulling out his snuff-box fur no
other motive than to toy with it. "Strange
things com*.1 to pas; in this world, which
truly i-much smaller than w. can to
conceive it by estimate of geographical men
suration: ant! I apprehend," said he, with
bis eiave smile, "that our respected neighbors
will be not a little sururfc ! 'to hear of
visits exchanged between Dr. S.\.:? and Mr.
StrangfieM, whosj stiong objections to tho
schoohuast v> 'i. iologienl opinions ar toler
ably well known."
Strangfield looked at him keenly under his
frowning eyebrows, and appeared about to
speak:, but dismissed his thoughts with a
wave of the hand aud sank back silent.
"Ob, Dr. Shaw!"1 cried the mother, iucapa
ble of holding her tongue, however awed by
the cold fencing between the men, "I wish
that difference of religious notions was all
the trouble 'twixt you and Michael, sir.
Your name hath a sorrowful sound in it
to my ears, God knows; and this
morning hath made it more bitter
than my heart well knows how to
bear." And she hung bor paleface to hide
"Jane!'' exclaimed her husband, sternly,
"there is n* need for thee to put in. Dr.
Shaw is here to give us some news; wo can
await his leisure. Keep thy tongue quiet.
It's a sign of a light head to fret over the
past Whom to upbraid wo know; but Dr. I
Shaw hath no hand in our grief."
"Madam," si.id tho doctor, haughtily, not
to bo mollified by the deacon's admission?for
the manner was offensive, though the words
were, kindly?"between you and me there
should be silenco in th-J matter of reproach.
If you have to mourn over a daughter's de
ceit^Ihavo to lament a son's folly. And
there I stop; for the world shall judge who
is tho.greater sufferer."
_ Neither husband nor wife answered him.
"Mr. Stronghold," he continued, turning
quickly upon tho deacon, with the sudden
contrite air of a man who feels that he Is
wasting valuable time, "I have left my
home early this morning expressly to bring
you two items of news, one of which should
properly bo delivered by me only. First,
as to my son'n disappearance:
"There came ~ man to my house late last
night to inquire after me. He was a man
belonging to tho preventive service, and he
said, being at an ale house in the town not
two hours before, there were persons there
talking over tho disappearance of Dr. Shaw's
son, and likewise the impressment of three
men out of Greystone on that night or there
about;, as it is concluded, of my son's going. *
Now, it is very exactly known that three
men were impressed; for no other man is
missing, unless it be my son. This coast
guard sat considering what ho had heard,
and, taking particular note of tiio conjectures
roncerning my son thrown out by the gossips,
he came round to my houso (having finished
his glass, and being off duty for tho night)
and asked mo if it were truo that I had a son
who was missing. I replied that I had, and
wondered he should not know it, for I con
ceived it was everj' man's talk in this district.
However, I was sure the matter was nows to
"Now, ho said that, having learned that
only three tuen were kidnapped, and being
satisfied upon this point from what tho fol
lows in the room told him, his reason for
calling upon mo was to state that on that
night, when tho press gang was ashore, ho
was on duty with another man at tho but
that stands to tho south, upon the cliff near
my house, and at the hend of. the pass that
leads to the sands. It was a wind}- night, ho
said, and his mate had gone half a mile
along tho cliff to look at that curve of sand
where some smuggling was done last Christ
mas, as you may" remember, sir. There was
moonlight abroad, and. riding cloar of the
breakers, though mightily tossed by the in
shore seas, was a man-of-war's boat, which
my man, about whom I am telling yeu,
know to belong to a brig of war that had
that inoraing dropped anchor off the town.
"Now, while he stood in tho shelter of his
hut, he saw a crowd of tho boat's crow com
ing along through tho dust, and among them
walked three prisoners, anil on tho shoulders
of two of them a fourth man was borne,
bound like tho others, but plainly insensible.
The preventive man stood forth, and some of
tho men-of-war's men called a greeting to
him ns they passed. Indeed, he was as near
to them as yondor window is to mo, and
could not, therefore, mistake what ho bo
held. Most solemnly does ho swear that thore
were four men pinioned, and not three, as
tho town's gossip would show, and that of
these four, who were clearly kidnapped men,
as ho might judge, ono was carried, and
though a confusion of shadow was cast upon
them all by tho hurrying of clouds over the
moon, and tho unequal and swerving steps of
tho men, yet is he positive that tho carried
man was young, and such description does
ho give mo of him as leaves me in no doubt
that the figure on the men's shoulders was
He told the story' in an equable voice, and
on pausing extracted a pinch of snuff from
his box; but tho quiver of his nostrils pro
claimed a hard struggle with emotion, and
it was easy to see that his application to his
snuff box was a stratagem to drop his eyes,
and an excus? to hold his peace for a
Mrs. Strangfield was about to speak; but,
with an imperious gesture of the hand, her
husband silenced her.
"This coastguard's tale seems a likely one,
sir, and makes tho riddle of your son's disap
pearance easy," ho said, with his hard eye3
fixed upon tho doctor. "It is a pity there is
but one witness."
"But one witness may rescuo a man from
damning dishonor, though there be no other
evidence to pruv? his asperscrs liars!" ox
claimed tho doctor, lifting his head with a
Mr. Strangfield met his gaze with a faint
"These coastguards," he said, "like other
men of their condition, are fond of a glass,
and the hope of earning a shilling will make
them smart at inventions. Ono may bo sure
tho man did not leave the school houso un
Tho skin about tho doctor's eyes tightened
and an expression of unspeakable contempt
settlod down upou his face.
"This is not tho first timo, Mr. Strangfield,
that 1 have experienced your qualifications
to render yourself offensive. A man so skep
tical should surely possess a judgment abovo
ali chance of blundering."
"Dr. Shaw, I am a plain man, with little
knowledge of tine words. Your talu may lie
truly believed by you, but it doth not satisfy
nie. Your sou has acted tho part of a vil
. lain, sir, and nothing that does not prove
."him a villain in every step of the vile wrong
" Tie has done roc and mine will I credit, Tell
mo rather that, having betrayed my child,
I ho lias meanly fled to escape my vengeance,
and has put any rascal upon lving on his
Ho was white with bis passion, and as ho
; grasped the arms of his chair the veins of his
j bauds stood up block with the energy that
i swelled them.
j In the contempt and dislike with which
I Dr. Shaw, after a slight backward push of
his cuuir, surveyed him, tberj seemed posi
, live cruelty; for no insolence that Strang
j field could be guilty of could in a humane
j umu's eyes <c;alify the moving influence of
: his deep mid passionate emotion.
; '-You are pleased, Mr. Strangfield, to call
j my son a villain. This did you term him
I once before. Hut my memory is not keen,
' and I should be glml t" hear agniu your re.i
i sons for abusing him."
j "I ?h, Dr. Sh rv, my husband b.sid- him
, self this morning." wailod Mrs. Strangfield.
: "Our po?>r-"
, "Sil-'i.:" 'hund-rod the sldpwright. "It
; is to mo !iii- gentleman speak* Leave itiu to
answer him. Whatever m:iy lie your trao
, purpose in calling upon nie this morning,
my own judgment upon it I will give you,
J ?adlet the question yen have ? >" :! l mc
find you a reason for what I-I'm'; say: that
j the lather of :? villain who has mined my
? ?oiiJ, and brought desolation and shame
; upon an honorable ho:::e, mint perforce be
i too much his offspring not i" hnvc a
\ relish for the wound his son has inflicted,
! and a pleasure in fingering it for the sake of
bis curiosity. Hold I yen* are not yet an
swered. Do you think I am to be touched by
your sneers, man? You would teach all those
with whom you have to do to look down
upon mo, and such as me, as despicable men,
holding a humble faith that makes your
flaunting religion keck; and that your son
had ruined and disgraced any one of us,
should give you no moro concern than the
scourging of a negro gives the white ruffian
who looks on at the whipping! Is that it?
Why, sir, be satisfied with your son's work;
but you shall not stop mo from calling him
villain! You would know why? Look at my
wife yonder. Is there no answer in her face?
Look at this hand. Never did it trembleasnow
it does. I am aged a score sinco yesterday,
and that Ik thy son's doing. No!" he shouted,
in a strange shaking voice, "I'll not put my
dishonor again into words. Sir, I wish you
a good morning."
He rose from his chair and stood upright,
with his hand extended toward tho door.
His wife sat in a crouching attitude, hugging
herself. Dr. Shaw did not offer to move. His
face was pale, but otherwise his manner was
collected. He put his snuff-box In his pocket,
and, drawing forth a pocket book, ho ex
tracted a paper, which he held in his hand
whilo he addressed Mr. Strangfield.
"Sir," ho said, in a slow, deliberate tono,
"throughout my life I have ever striven to
act tho part of an upright man. rosolute in
tho vindication of things I hold to bo just
and true, but always ready to acknowledge
my error. Through haste and surpriso and
disappointment which, in imitation of your
own admirable candor, I 3hall bo at no paina
to dissemble, I have fallen into a grievouu
error?that of mlsjuding youthful folly and
calling it sin; that of repelling with rude
doubts the pleadings of holpless innocence;
that of denouncing my own flesh and blood
as a monster of vice when he was not at
hand to justify himself. But, sir, tho God
who rules over us is the Vindicator of the
just, ami last night I humbled myself before
Him with gratitude and remorse. I beg you
to bo seated. I came to you with two itoms
of news. Ono I have related, and tho other
I will now relate, in mercy to you who, by
desiring me to leavo the house, would be en
tailing upon yourself tho endurance of a
grief greater, fti spite of my 'theological
opinions, than I could wish you to know."
Mr. Strangfield continued standing, lean
ing heavily upon tho back of a chair and
looking down with a scowl upon the doctor.
Mrs. Strangfield, in a half-risen posturo,
supporting herself with her hand upon tho
table, stretched eagerly forward, her oyes
fixed on tho paper in tho doctor's grasp.
"Last night," continued tho doctor, "after
tho coastguard left mo, I reflected upon Ids
story, and felt persuaded that tho riddlo of
my son's disappearance was solved. But,
though there was a melancholy satisfaction
in detecting tho means by which ono portion
of tho mystery had boon brought about, the
boy's honor still remained befouled by the
charges that had been made against him by
you. It was clearly my duty to leave no
stono unturned, either to prove that he was
actually your daughter's husband, or that
their coni.'.'ctioa was sinless, and tho affirma
tions of your daughter the delusions of an ig
norant loving woman. This morning I ?hould
hp. vo taKe? 1 he coach to London, and remained
in that c'.ty until every vestry had been
sPHicbed by persons I should havo hired for
that purpose, and every clergyman and dis
senting minister officiating called upon. But
I have been mercifully spared a duty which,
at my timo of lifo, would havo made heavy
demands on my strength. Bcforo retiring to
rest I entered my son's bed room. Up to '
that moment, beyond a cursory inspection of
tho room, I had mado no close examination
of it But I felt that it would greatly facili- j
t?te my project if I could obtain some clew
to the name or neighborhood of tho church
' where they wero married j nnd I further re
membered that he had written to mo one let
ter from his lodgings, though I could not
find that letxr and had no rocol lection of tho
address upon it I found his desk in a drawor,
and had no difficulty in opening it by a bunch
of keys of my own. Sir, among letters of
his mother, most tenderly preserved, and
letters'signed in your daughter's name, I
found this document" (holding it up) "care
fully sealed in a sheet of paper, on which
was Witten 'Jonny Shaw'; and I also found,"
continued the doctor, drawing from his side
pocket a small sheepskin volume, "this little
diary, some passages of which, sir, I will take
tho liberty to read."
There was breathless silenco between hus
band and wife while the doctor turned tho
leaves in search of the entry ho proposed
first to read Mr. Strangfield never shifted
his posturo nor moderated his frown; but
ovor his wife's face was creeping tho illumi
nation of a.i expression of joy pathetic to bo
hold, in the growing gladness of her eyes
and the faint per ting of her lips.
The doctor read:
" 'Apkil 3, 1S0?.? I am bewitched by
Jenny Str.mgfleld's beauty. It is a fort
night ago sinco I first addressed her, and to
day we couversed liko old friends. Strange
that anything so swoot and gloriously
feminine should bo found among tho hard
conditions and rigors of tho sect of whoso
prejudices her father Is the most acid ox
The doctor turned tho leaves slowly, skip
ping evidently much that was too personal
for bimselt' to road aloud in tho presence of
[ tho deacon with relish.
"'May 20.? To-day I told Jenny I loved
her. Sho bolioves me, and well she may, for
truly is sho dearest of all earthly things to
mu now. "You should not love me," sho
said, "for what would thy father say to hear
that thou art in love with Michael Strang
lield's girl.'" What wonderful tenderness
her voice gains from uso of that quaint old
fashioned thec-ing and f/iou-ing?"'
"Why do you read such stuff, sir?" cried
Mr. Strangfield, with an air of sullen impa
tience. "You have something to prove by
producing that book Come to it?or leave
it, if it bo as I think?for you shall not
dangle our dishonor in our face, sir. By
God! your cool rc-.ad of your son's infamy
shall not drive me mad!"
His face was again dark with passion, and
well might the violence of an emotion that
could force an oath from Strangfield startle
even the imperturbable Dr. Shaw.
"I must detain yon another minute," said
the doctor, curling his lip while he rapidly
turned the leaves of tlie diary, "ami then I
am done. Here is the one entry that ton
-'Junk is.?This day I was married to
Jomiy Strangfield at the church of St. Mat
thew, Dane street, London. Have 1, as her
sweetheart and husband, acted wisely for
my darling by this s&cres) .' I will have no
fear, but thank God humbly for his precious
gift. How timid sir's was) All thu way
from Sydenhnni she scarcely spoke, and her
band was as cold as stone in mine as we
went into the church?n gloomy church, in
deed, with a mistiness ::'l about the altar,
if the fogs of winter had not had time to
escape, llo v much happier and easier to
have been married in the dear old church at
Grcystone, with her father :m.l in::i to giv?
tlo a kindly word. Bui ii. is ti?e mother's
kiss my darling iimsi most miss. Luve
shall atone, my litti.- wifA '.v.>! night
Mis. Strangfield started up with h wild,
"Oh, Michaeli" she cried, in mi ? ri-. jubi
lant vote?, raising Irr clasped hands abovo
her head, "did not I tell thee our only or-"
was pure! Oh, Dr. Shaw, he would not b
lievoher! He is a stern father to the den.
heart. He turned from her when she wished
to kiss him, and to mo hath called her a vile
pame?and, 0 God! be hath driven her from
us. She Is gone away from her home, sir!
This very morning wo found her gone! Oh,
cruel! cruel 1 He would not let me seek her
?and now whore is ray innocent lamb? Is sho
dead of a broken heart? Oh, myjjretty ono 1
why did I bear thee for this sorrow? Better
had wo died?better had wo died, than lived
to see this bitter, wicked time!"
With tho joyous look fled from her white
features, she dropped her face into her hol
lowed hands and broke into piteous sobBing.
With laborious roll of tho eyes, which had
a vacant look under tho darkness of the
hanging brow, Mr. Strangfield gazed from
her to the doctor, from tbo doctor to her;
and he made a picture of a strong man smit
ten with a great and deadly fear, of a man
whose brains are crazing under the appre
hension of an unspeakable grief; for so he
But obstinacy is an instinct?for qualities
are drooping and dying when instinct is still
a flourishing force?which will survive many
shocks, and give battle amid the languora of
dissolution and prompt the last breath as
who that has attended the dying but knows?
Though tho diary furnished evidonce which
ninety and nine men out of a hundred would
have yielded their judgment to in calm cer
tainty that the truth was at last mado plain,
it was evidence that could not dispatch the
stubborn shipwright's conviction. With a
alow smile, so full of anguish that all sar
casm was lost in it, and holding firmly to his
chair that tho giddiness in his head might not
cause his body to vibrate, he waited until his
wife had drowned her speech in sobs; and
turning to tho doctor, who had now risen,
and was looking at him with a gaze of steady
contempt and dislike, he exclaimed, in a
thick and struggling voice:
"Who is to prove to me that tho characters
in that book be your son's writing? If my
girl's chastity be broken, stronger cement
than that'll ho needed to mend it And until
I am better assured that your son hath acted
honestly by my girl, not ten thousand times
the number of his pretty words shall stop mo
from calling him villain!"
"Read that," said the doctor, and ho thrust
tho paper ho held into tho deacon's hand, and
took up his hat and made a step toward tho
Mr. Strangfield, still wearing his painful
6mile, opened tho paper with a shako of tho
head and looked at it vacantly, holding it at
a cTtstanco from him, as a man might who
scarcely deems the thing he is asked to read
worth the trouble of spectacles.
"Michael," cried his wife, "your glasses are
in your pocket. Read it quickly, husband,
for my sake?or give it to me! I will read it
She wont toward him, but with a faltering
gesture ho warned her off. Then slowly,
with stubborness in every move of his r.rm,
he draw out his spoctaclo case and put on his
glasses and went round to the other side of
his chair, which was nearer to the window,
They could not sec his faco, for it was to
ward them and he held tho papor beforo it
A whole minute passed; then said Dr. Shaw,
in a whisper, pitying the agony of tho poor
mother: "Madam, your daughter is law
fully my son's wifo; that is tho certificate of
VHc is dying!" shrieked the wife.
But sho made him no answer, for sho was
watching her husband. How long he was
mastering the contents of tho paper! Sud
denly his tall flguro swayed; from side to
side it wont, with something.of tho rhythmi
cal action of a pendulum.
"Ho is dying!" shrieked tho wife, and
bounded forward; but too late to break the
fall of the man as he dropped with a crash,
tho full length of him, upon the floor of the
THE GREYHOUND INN.
Through a fruitful land, bounded by blue
hills, in places dark with tho soft grouping
of trees, and here and there a break of lus
trous water, went tho wbito level road
that led to Winston; cornfields to right
and left, and tracts of vivid green soar
ing, and tho bland eye of the ocean shining
between the two tall heights of cliiL
Along this rood, with stops that offered no
defiance to time, walked Jenny and her old
At last, coming to a turn of the road?a
truly magnificent bend of lofty hedge, with
golden monuments of hay behind, and a
rich cool orchard beyond aguin?there ap
peared at tho very bottom, or end of it,
rather, for level as a river it ran just here,
a gray stone front with ivy grandly en
dowed, and furtli >r on a row of littlo cot
tages, with a church to the right of them,
pointing a flaming apex to heaven.
"Hero we are, deario!" exclaimed Mrs.
Mead. "Winston at last! And the Lord
bless it for coining upon us just when I'm be
ginning to think thy bo:: hero hath some
poundii o' lead at the bottom on't"
"Lot mo carry it now," said Jenny, in' a
painfully languid voice.
"No, no. Fm still good for that bit o' dis
tance. D'ye see that board hanging up yon
der.' That's the Greyhound; an'if there be
no flro i'the kitchen that'll bile us a dish o'
tea, Sally'11 have no more o' my love,
though it hain't six o'clock yet, if the sun
A little inn was thj Greyhound, to take tho
eye in a picture as a sweet hit of rustic
painting, for simplicity inimitable. Tbo
building stood looking up the great high
way, of which the road from Greystono was
but a vein or tributary, so to spaafc. From
the upper windows of this inn the highway'
could he followed, rising and falling in a
white line, until to right and left it van
ished in a tiny thread of white among t'i".
blue shadows. This was tho great road to
London from tho southeastern coast of Eng
land; and the conches tlcir ran noon it wore,
by Greys tone travelers, met t venty-ono
miles onward at a famous ancient city, to
which tLcy wore* borne by Mr. Frniiklhfs
coach, chosen often in prefer- :i ? to this
.-tage or Winston, as It snv-rl ?". w Ik ? r the
hire of ;: hn -kiioy coach, and it wn a |>! ? a~
Paying small howl to the scrutiny of slow
eyes ot the windows rui! doors of rim cot*
tag-s, Mrs. Mead, preceding Jenny, M the
ray to the door of the inn, and finding it
oc!r?d, put down the box anil pulled the
houso bell hard
They had 110t long to wait A servant,
newly risen, came to the glass, and after a
prolonged stare at Mrs. Mead's features,
opened the door.
"Tell Mrs. "Walker that Judith Mead is
como from Greystone to see her. And, take
this here box and load us to a room wi' chairs
in't, whiles our legs have lifo in 'em, if ye
don't want the job of carrying of us," ex
claimed Mrs. Mend And tho girl, thus ad
monished, ridding the old l?dy of her bur
don, conducted hor and Jenny into a parlor
to tho right of the bar.
With a groan of weariness the old woman
tumbled herself down upon a chair and
Jenny sank languidly upon a sofa.
"Well, if over I should ha' believed Wins
ton to be so far!" exclaimed Mrs. Mead, lift
ing her bonnet off her gray hair and throw
ing it upon the table.
"How do ye feel, dear heart? Tired you
look as I niver see the like; but I have prom
ised thoo a good snatch o' sleep betwixt
breakfast and the coach hour, and that yo'll
git And here is Sally, whose mother I re
mimber as tho prettiost-waLsted wonch i'
this part o' the country. Don't courtesy to
mo, my dear, for my bones'U not nllow of
my rising. How are ye?how aro ye?"
Sho addressed these words to a stout,
kindly-fnced young woman, who had come
suddenly into the room, and now stood star
ing at and courtesying first to Jenny and
then to Mr3. Mead.
"Saily," continued tho old woman, "wo
havo walked all the way from Greystone to
get a sup o' breakfast afore t' coach starts.
What havo ye got i' the house to comfort
th' inside of an old friend?and a lady,
whoso beauty should mako ye proud to
sarve her? Speak out, my love, and niver
fear to namo thy choicest Is it a pretty
slico from a tender side o' bacon, with the
eggs which the hem are now singing over,
and a pot o' thy best tea, wi' cream to give
it a dainty color? That will do?that will
do, Sally; but I'll not gi' yo n forden for it
all, if yo don't make tho saucy wnnch, as
ogled me through your glass door, brisk in
cooking of it"
"What! Mrs. Mead? Who'd iver ha'
thought of seeing you this time o' morning!"
cried Mrs. Walker in a rich, clear voice.
"Where bo ye going by t' coach? Not to Lun
non, at thy time o' life! Well, well! only
last night did I say to Roger: 'Next timo theo
goest to Greystone, see that ye fill tho big
gest basket wP the largest gooseberries for
Mrs. ? Mead, that she may know Sally Is
alive and wishes her health.' How strange,
now' An' it's breakfast you're wanting at
once.' That you shall havo, an' quickly.
Hi! MarthaI" she called at tho door; and a
voice answered, "Hero I bo, missis!" "Run
out and bring in what eggs yo can find, r.nd
first set the kittle on; and if ye stay talking
with jackanapes Johnny, I'll know you by
my clock, which I* am looking nt now!
There's breakfast for two to get, and if
your shoes hindor yo from running, toss 'em
She looked back into tho room with n
merry laugh, which died away on her catch
ing sight of Jenny's face, for tho girl had
lifted her veil. Observing tho change of ex
pression in hor friend's face, Mrs. M"ad
frowned knowingly upon her, with nn ex
tremely suggestive shako of the head, and
then begged for tho loan of a pair of slip
pers, which Mrs. Walker immediately went
"Now, mistress," said the old woman, in
hor kindest manner, and hobbling ovor to
Jenny, "ye must make yourself comfortable
bore, and there's no reason ag'in' it A bet
ter hearted young woman than Sail}- thcro
is not in this world. Niver you herd her if
sho looks nt thee. It will be your beauty
that fetches her eyes and nothing else; for
this is a houso of call, and thorn who kapes
such houses soon loses all curiosity. You
shall breakfast and then lie down for a mos
Bel o' sleep. Whj-, my clear, what beautiful
hair is yours. 'Tis liko putting one's hand
on feathers, and just the color o' the hair o'
some of them drawings ye see on church
windows when tho sun shines through
Tins bit of praise was provoked by her
gentle removal of Jenny's hat; then she
slipped tho shawl off tho girl's shoulders
and knolt down to take off her shoes and
chafe the little feet
Grief and fatigue arc by no means such
conditions as beauty covets for their physi
cal gifts; yot it was a question if Jenny's
loveliness was Impaired by tho whitoness of
her face and tho languid droop of her eye
lids, and tho mournful sot and curve into
which sorrow had twitched tho sweotness of
her mouth, nor hands were folded wearily
on hor lap and hor wedding ring glistened.
"How kind und good you nro to me, Mrs.
Mead!" she said "If ever my darling comes
back to me, how will ho love and bless 3'ou
for your goodness to his wife! If I could get
a little rest first, I could eat some breakfast;
but, indeed, I do not think I could swallow
"Well, pcrhnps yo are right," replied Mrs.
"Anyways, they'll fit thee, Mrs. Mead," ox
claimed Sally, with her merry laugh, drop
ping tho slippers on tho floor; "and aslippor's
a poor job if it don't fit loose."
"Now, see bore, Sally," continued Mrs.
Mead, rising off her knees with ono of those
Involuntary groans which old folks like her
will send up over any harsh exercise of their
bones; "this lady wants some sleep, and 1'U
thank ye, my dear, for the loan of a quiet
room for her, where the drawn blinds'll make
her poor eyes think it night"
"If ye'll como with me, ma'am, I'll lead you
straight to such a room as Mrs. Mead asks
for," said Sally, with a courtesy, giving
Jenny tho "ma'am" on account of her wed
ding ring, which the quick eyo of the woman
With a feeble smile of thanks, Jenny
slipped her feet into her shoes, and, taking
up her hat and shawl, followed Mr-. Walker
out of the room, and Mrs. Mend went creak
ing after them.
Now, though Mrs. Mead had represented
Mrs. Wnlkcr as hardened into incuriosity by
her calling as hostess, the truth was Mrs.
I Wa?.er was ?tili, and was ever likely to re
main. " thorough woman in resp?ct of in
quisitiveness when any real object of curiosi
ty cnine under her attention. To this quality,
which after all is harmless enough when it
prompts honest and kindly hearts, Jenny was
indebted f<>r the promptness with which she
was conducted to a bedroom and made com
fortable in it: for Mrs. Walker was very
nn-.ious to have Mrs. Mead alone, that she
might hear ull that was to be told about this
b'-autiful young girl with the wedding ring
on her finger, and what part i:i tho mysteri
ous little play Judith herself was takiug.
"There," sail the old woman, when Jenny
bad stretched hor length upon the bed and
her hot forehead presse 1 th ; snow of the pil
i low?-"there," said she, pinning the curtains
together, as to effectually darken tl\n
j room, '-now ye'll think its night; uiwl ix good
j <vohours you've got, and every inch of it
must he sl<Vp wi' ye."
"Give nie . kiss before you go," whls-pered
Jenny, putting up'herlips.
! The old woman bent h-;r furrowed face
, over the girl, and as she turned away tho
notion struck Sally that all throe of them
? were ti wry lit state to cry.
Gently !b'-y quitted the room and closed
ihe door iijkwi the cirl.
"Niver was creature born more sweetly
lovabl" t! f tint dear heart," exclaimed tb.
old woman ns she hobbled downstairs, ho!\:m
on Lo th" Iwuiister. "Do yo know, Sally, that
I she is Mika StrangflekPs' darter, 'the- Baptist
deacon?him as talks o' hellflro as coolly as
thee taikest of thy big gooseberries!"
"Ye duuno say so! Well, now, thought 'I
whin I see her, 'Missy, I know thy face.'
What, in the name o' goodness and mussy,
brings her to Winston this time o' morn??
and she a wife, as any creature might see
with one eye by her ring, not to speak of her
pale face, poor thing."
"Is this the room I came oc t of.' Yes, there's
my bonnet Now, Sally, no word dost theo
get from me till mj' breakfast is gotten,"
said Mrs. Mead, sitting herself down; "and
then maybe I'll make your cyos big, and
give ye a seereE worth nil that Ivor you did
hear sin' ye loft your mammy's breast"
Such a promise was sufficient to put
alacrity into a dolL Off went Sally, and in
ten minutes' time a good repast was smok
ing under Mrs. Mead's appreciative
nose. Yet, though the old woman did good
justice to the sweet country food, there wa?
a contemplativo manner about her, a
thoughtful hesitancy, an absent glaring at
nothing in particular, the while her old jaws
kept hor temples leaping, that indicated a
mind in labor.
Mrs. Walker, who breakfasted with her
for company's sake?for her husband had
gono to Marples and was there stopping?
watched her nxiously* and spoke seldom,
until breakfast was done; and thon Mrs.
Mead, with a little tThanksgiving to the Lord
for her meal, folded her hands and told Sally
all about the causo that had brought Jenny
Her story took an hour to relate by the
clock; and when she had made an end, what
had been hot on the tablo was cold; the sun
had come round into tho window to look at
tho prater, and tho cool breeze of the dawn
had been smothered in tho sultry arms of a
"Now, my dear," said she, "I want you to
go upstairs and look at tho girl to see if she
sleeps?for how it may bo with tho wenches
of this ngo I know not, but whenover I was
troubled, ns a young un, Inlvor could sleep.
Don't come back now and toll me she's
awake. If ye do ye'll spoil a good 6cheme."
Mrs. Wplker went away softly, and, after
an absence of five minutes, returned with
tho information that Jenny was in a doop
"But law, dear heart alive! what a beauty
she is! More lovely than a picture! And
there she lies, with her left hand ag'in her
chin, just as if sho had fallen asleep klssin'
her wcddin' ring. Poor dearie! I never liked
tho look o' that Strangflold somohow.
Wood's all very well to build ships with, but
when I see a man's faco made of it, it don't
seem to take my fancy much"
"SaUy," exclaimed Mrs. Mead, clasping
hor hands in her lap, and frowning por
tentously on her, "can 'eo keep a secret?"
"Why, as nivor you could believe of a
"What's tho true hour for the coach to
come to thy doorl"
"Eight o'clock; true as a hair, if there
bain't no accident"
"Solly, I'll tell 'eo what it is: Mistress up
stairB mustn't go to Marples. I argoyed wi'
her last night when sho como to me. It's
only her fear o' tho neighbors as makes
?hamo of her business yet; but if sho roon
away and come back no raoro, what'll tho
"Well, now you speak it, Mrs. Mead, m
be plain. If I did not hoar thee say sho be
married, I'd nlver believe it for her laving
"There," shouted tho old woman, "have I
lived all these years i' tho world to be taught
wisdom by a wonch. With might and main
I argeyed, and, like her father, sho looked at
me, and that was tho good I did. I told her
I didn't liko tho business, and would have no
hand in it Yet, see what good natur' Is,
and what long journeys it puttoth old people
upon. But to Marples she'll not go with my
leave; and if tho coach don't wake her, sho
shall lie till it's gono."
"And what then will ye do, Mrs. Mead?"
"What then will I do? Ah, an' ye would
like me to spenk quicker nor I can think.
Oh, Sally! thou art a cormorant for news!
SItch gluttony! Well, well!"
Sally laughed, and looking at the clock,
"If ?ho sleep for another half hour, she'll
not get to Marples this day."
There was a pretty long silence, while Mrs.
"I see what I mundo!" sho cried out at
last, with great vehemence. "Her mother
must know where sho is?for hero sho'll be
all day if sho don't wako for the coach; and
thatll bo my dooty. Lot folks speak ill of
me, then! Is there iver a cart goin' to
Greystone? Theo must find out 111 not
"Tut, tut! Johnny shall drive yo in tho
van. It's big enough to hold thee!" replied
(TQ BE CONTINUED.)
INSURE TOUR PROPERTY
KIRK ROBINSON, AGENT.
COMPANIES ALL FIST-CLASS AND
LOSSES PROMPTLY ADJUSTED AND
COLLECTIONS PROMPTLY ATTEND
i am Mill selling Brick, Lime, Laths,
Hair ami other Building Material.
I am now prepared to furnish Coal ami
Wood in any quantity. All orders left
with me .shall have prompt attention. No
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July ?:;- KIRK IK H-JINSON
fl'or !r<:i !<?
i VALUABLE PLANTATION
.1 v eight miles east ol town on the Five
Chop load. Contains 500 acres oi land, 130
of which is under cultivation, and remain
der well wooded with pine, oak, hickory,
&r. Prides dwelling and other necessary
buildings, all of wh:<! are in excellent con
dition, there i> a well appoinledjsteam ein
saw am! gristmill, ?vi* h power cotton press
seed crusher, cotton elevator, wagon scales
and "lit off saw. On the place is a>: excel
lent carp pond, stueko I with scale carp (the
onl\ [loud in Ihiscouiitv, to mv knowledge,
that has raised carp.)" This place is excel
lently located in lin- center 01 a thickly
seit;,.,i neighborhood. lhere-by iiosscssing
excelh :.i advantages a* a location for phy
sician, i'lii.-. plaee with stock ami all other
appurtenances, together with crop made
upon it thisyear, e.\< ( pi otlon crop, will lie
sold tonus tu mit , ;. baser. Apply t?>
W. S. iM. D.
"Starwa?" Farm, Orangchurg, S. 0.
AlWAl. JATHltOr. M. WAXXAM.VKKM,
Orangeburg, S. C. St. Matthews, S. C
jj ATUROP ,v WA NN A MA K EI I,
ATTORNEY'S AT LAW.
I 'KANCCUl'JtG, S. C.
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