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By W. CLARK RUSSELL.
Author of the "Wreck of the Grosvenor,''
''A Sailor7* Sweetheart;' Etc.
Upstairs lay Jenny, in the deep slum Oer
??which profound weariness in youth begets;
I the solemn sleep that, like death, smooths the
countenance into an expression for which
human knowledge has no definition. With
out a stir itt her sho lay, and the mysterious
sweetness of her face was a sight for love to
look upon with fear.
Suddenly she started, and awoke with one
of tho o quick leaping from sleep which tho
Sleepless f oul will force the body into, and
sat erect, with a frown of bewilderment, and
her beautiful eves alarmed and eager. She
had no watch to tell the hour, but upon the
carpet lay a streak of sunshine, and tho mel
low glory of it was a hint to draw- her
quickly to the window.
The sun was high, and a splendor as of
noontide upon the land. In sure belief that
she had overslept the hour for the passing of
the coach, she took her hat iu her hand and
went downstairs. Tho first thing sho beheld
was tho big Dutch clock just beside tho door;
the hands of it pointed to the quarter past
ten, so that Marples was not to be reached
that day without posting.
With her eyes fixed upon tho clock, sho
stood oh tho last step of the staircase, and
her baffled intentions plainly showed in the
wonder and embnrrassm?nt of her face?
until Mrs. Walker threw open the glass door
of the bulkhead dividing tho passage from
what would now be termed the bar, and,
dropping her a little courtesy, hoped that she
was tho better for her rest.
"But I have missed tho couch, 1 fear," said
Jenny, "if that clock be right"
"It is right enough, ma'am. But Mrs.
Mead is in the parlor, and will tell thee how
this hr.pp'd, if she be not sleeping," replied
Mrs. Walker, .with something like a look of
'contrition on her- face, if .t were not nervous
Without further words Jenny pushed open
the parlor door, and there, sure enough, at
full length upon the sofa, was Mrs. Mead
But Jenny was in straits which would not
permit of tender thoughtfulnes3. Sh8 wanted
to know why she had been allowed to mis*
tho coach, and what she was now to do. And
so gave Mrs. Mead a push, which set tho old
woman talking in her sleep. "Ay, ay, thee
need'st not bother?the Lord love 'ee?an' it's
as true as this hand?yawl"
"Mrs. Mead! Mrs. Mead!"
Tho old woman oponed her eyes, stared at
Jenny, lifted hor head, gave a terrific yawn,
and, planting her loose knuckles into the net
work about her eyes, exclaimed in a smoth
ering voice, "Tv9 bin cs!e?p, I do believe 1"
"Mrs. Mead, it's a quarter past ten, and
the coach has been gone this long wh le. Uh,
why was I allowed to sleep! 1 shall not get
away this day; and here must I stop, for I
have not money enough to hire a post: chase!"
. cried Jenny.
."Sit down, ndstress, and think a bit before
ye quarreL For maybe I'll be showing ye
that it's no fault o1 mine ye've mi-sed the
coach, and thca how sorrowful would your
heart be for being angry with Mother Mead,
who loves you,"said the o d woman, continu
ing to rub her eye* until all tho sleep was
squeezed out of them. "Sally, SeJly!" sho
squeaked; and nn Mrs. Walker running in,
Mrs. Me:ut exhorted her toprocuro breakfast
at once lor Jenny, and to look in upon them
ogain presently, which was as good as say
ing, ''Don't listen now, at all events."
"You must not think I could be angry with
you," said the girl, mournfully, ' but it is
a sad thing for me to lose the coach; for I
hoped to bo with Bridget this day, and in a
quiet place, where I could think ho iv I am to
act in the future."
"And what's to stop you thinking here?"
exclaimed Mrs. Mead. "Isn't it quiet
enough??for hours together yo shall hear no
sound but the hens talking and scraping in
tho road. Besides, it's nearer thy home nor
Marides. And Jenny, Mrs. Jenny! I'll own
to thee it's my fault ye missed t' coach; and it
were my wish yo should. What did I say to
'ee last night? Dreadful scandal will follow
you when folks hear you have roon away,
and I will not help theo to ba foolish."
Jenny looked at her with astonishment and
fear. . Whatever force the objection might
still posses?, sh'< thought that Mrs. Mead had
put it aside for good und all when she offered
to walk with her to Winston.
"Give yourself time to think," continued
the old woman. "If yo should have a mind
to return to your mother, 'tis an cusy walk
from here; if you will still go forward, then
the coach will be at this door to-morrow
morn. But ye ba taking a mighty step in
quitting h"me without iver letting a cratur'
but me know wiiero you've gone. It's be
cause I love you that I've let you miss the
coach, and given you a whole day for reflec
tion wi' thy home closo at hand."
"My mind is quite .mado up," said Jonuy,
moving restlessly about the room.' "I will
not return homo."
"Well, that you say now, but by and by
you will bo thinking another way."
"I am grieved to havo missed tho coach,
but I am not angry," sho went on, in a sub- |
dued but firm tone. "It will bo dull work
for mo here all day; for I suppose you will
return to Greystoue?"
The old woman nodded. Jenny looked at
"Mrs. Mead, be frank with me. What do
you mean to do.' Shall you toll mother
whore I am?"
"I'll not answer ye," replied the old
woman rather sulkily, not liking Jenny's
"You have sworn to keep my secret," said
the girl reproachfully.
"Suppose the first man I met in the street
should be Mr. Shaw cried tho old woman,
in a shrill voice.
Jenny turned to the window and looked
through it in silence.
"See now, my dearie," said Mrs. Mead
mildly; "will ye let me judge how to act for
you? If you were my child I could not wish
you better than I do; and thy fame, which
must be the dearest thing a woman hath, is
my reason for hindering your journey this
day. Neither you nor me knows what is
being said i' Grey stone, and things may hap
to-day to make 'ee thankful you had nut all
the way from Marples to come, Bide hero
while I go to Greystone. I'll find out ubout
thy mother, and how she beurs thy going,
and what is said of thee, and all that should
be known. And to-night will I return with
what news there is; mid it shall cither bo
that you return to thy home again, or go
straight on into tho world, as shall seem best
on what report I bring you."
If Mis. Mead had said this at first, Jenny
would have understood her motives. But,
says an ancient pdage: "When you iiear an
old woman talk straight, you shall see your
cow walk on its hind legs."
"There may bo good sense In what you
say," replied Jenny, who had turned from
tho window and stood with her fine eyes
fixed on Mrs. Mead; "and here will I stop
tOl you come back. But truly I do not know
that any news you could bring should take
me home again. For when father misses me
his anger will bo terrible, and not to save my
lifo would I face him without prcof that I
am an honest girL "
At this moment Mrs. Walker came in with
Jenny's breakfast. She chose to preparo the
table herself, that she might have a good
sight of the young wife; for Jenny was a
wonderful heroine in the hostess' eyes, and
created a chance for imagination to chew
upon that deserved to be made much of.
"Your papa is known to me, ma'am," said
.she, courtes3ring, in token that the breakfast
was ready. "I heerd him preach a sermon
once?nay, it wecr a lecture, as I remember
?in St. Martin's hall, down Beach street, in
3*our town. lie hath a strong voice, and is a
fine man, as I think. Is he quite wcllF
With a sad smile Jenny answered her; and
as she seated herself at the table, Mrs. Mead
asked Sally about the wagon that was to
carry her to Grey stone.
"Johnny shall put the horse t<? when it
pleases ye," replied Sally.
"Tho sooner the better," said the old
woman. . ?
The so-called wagon was a small metamor
phosed cart, with a canvas hood, and wheels
stout enough to support a horse. In tea
minutes' time it was at the door, and on the
near shaft of it sat, with his hobnail boots
within a foot ot the, road, a sour-faced man,
who sucked an inverted pipe, and doggedly
combed horseflies off th3 rough hido of tho
horso with a -whip. Sally camo into tho
parlor to announce it, and Mrs. Mead at once
got up and put on her old bonnet and
"I shall find ye here when I come back?"
said she, interrogatively, holding Jenny's
"Yes, I will wait for you," replied the
girl, wearily, with the now familiar absent
look in her .eyes.
The old woman hobbled out of tho room
after her friond, and, with a hard expression
of misery on her face, Jenny went to the
sofa and leaned her head upon it.
MRS. MEAD RETURNS TO GUEYSTONE.
"I know I'm doln' right Niver could-1
hold up my head if they got saying it were
Judith Mead as helped Michael's girl to roon
away and leavo her character behind her,"
said Mrs. Mead to herself as the wagon
drove off; and upon a loosened truss of hay sho
sat, right in the center of tho vehicle, staring
Out of tho shadow at tho protty little inn
that was dropping behind.
It was eleven o'clock when they arrived at
tho top of the High street-of Greystone.
"ThlslI do, mister," exclaimed Mrs. Mead,
who had no opinion of Johnny as a driver,
and was weary of the jolting inflicted or.
her, and the miserably slow way they made;
"ye needn't go no further."
Johnny, however, refused to take any
notice of her request. There was an a!e
house some distance down tho street, and not
until the wagon wa; abreast of it did he cry,
"Whoa!" Then dropping from his perch,
with a trifle of briskness In tho action, ho
camo round to tho back of tho cart, and
said, "Ye can get down hero if ye loiko."
The oil woman scrambled down as best
sho could, and Johnny lockod on with a grin
at her boots. Tho 1 correcting his smile as
sho faced round, upon him, ho said:
"This here's the Wheatshea', and th.- flovey
in the liquor is as foine as though 'twar all
"Ye'ro welcome to drink as much as iver
they'll trust ye with," replied Mrs. Mead
"Aren't yo goin' to stand summatf cried
"Yes, half a pint o' vinegar, if yo're good
to drink it," answered tho old woman. ?
"Go along, or I'll get ye drownt for a
witch," shouted tho disappointed Johnny;
mid off ho wont, chuckling audibly.
Not ten yards, however,'could she go with
out meting an acquaintance. "Who should
this bo but old Mrs. Brat?, going to hor snuff
shop in Georgo street, with her dinner in a
"Good mqrnin', Mrs. Mead. How are
you? 'Tis an age sin I soon ye my way."
"I'm middlin' well, thank 'ee, Mrs. Bruit.
As to comiu' j-our way, what hath snulf to
Bay to a lone old cratur' that counts her val
ley in fardens* The tiles, thej' do tickle,
truly. Them and tho dogs knows what's
good," exclaimed Mrs. Mead, with a glance
at the paper parcel. "And doth not tho par
son say that prosperity draws strange things
"Ye'ro aOora quizzing, Mrs. Mead. Pros
perity, indeed! Five mid fourpence was my
airnings last week; scarce three; loaves in it
thanks to them wagabone French, as it's a
mussy for them I ain't a man."
"Well, and ye give me no news? That two
gossips should roast i' this heat with nothing
to say! But they're wonderful liars i' Grey
stone," said Mrs. Mead.
"News?to ther.!" cried Mrs. BrufT, with a
ludicrous to-s of the head. "Why, here I
stand for truth; f' r, as you say, they're
dreadful liars i' Greystone."
"The truth u what.'-'
"But you know!" exclaimed Mrs. Bruff,
looking at her old companion with absurd
incredulity in her face.
"I do not know," replied Mrs. Mead, with
tho eagerii'-ss of a born gossip. "I am this
minute arrived from Winston, and if any
thing hath happ'd I'm as strange to it as a
"Why, then," said Mrs. Bniff, speaking
slowly, and with evident sense of superiority,
"it's everywhercs towd that Mike Strong
field's wench hath run away for shamo o'
the wrong done her by Dr. Shaw's son. But
that's not it, neither. Not twenty minutes
since, 1 met Deacon Skelton, who says to me,
'Is it true, Mrs. Bruff, that my brother
Strangfleld is dead.' 'The Lord forbid,' I
says. 'I hope not, Mr. Skelton.' 'I'm afeard
he is, then,' he says. 'Jim Mason,' he says,
him as keeps the Blue Postescs, had the
news from Tom Rafiles, us is cousin to tho
Strang fields' servint; Polly her name is. '
She was sent for the doctor, but came fust
In fright to her mother?who's kept her bed
sin' April, poor wretch?an' says that
Strangfield's fell down in a fit, and's a dead
man.' 'Lord bless me, sir!' says I."
"That's news indeed!" exclaimed Mrs.
Mead, very pale, and catching up her dress.
"If it's true, it's as strange a Visitation a.?
any that iver I read of in Hoi}- Writ. Good
by to ye. You've put me in a hurry, Mrs.
Bruff. Lord save us! what wonderful things
happen in this life!"
She was limping rapidly away before Mix.
Bruff could return her farewell.
She was too experienced a gossip herself to
believe in the accuracy of any story related:
but then, likewise, sho well knew that almost
never does any story get abroad without
foundation. They may say there's a flam"
where there is only a spark: but be sure there
is fire of snm" kind.
Hastily down the street she wont. Ar
rived at her home, she washed her face,
brushed her hair, dusted her bonnet nnd
shoos, and, glancing at tho cupboard, to
make sure of a bit of dinner to be cooked on
her return, sho sallied forth onco more, and
walked direct to Strangfield's house.
No outward and visible sign there was of
anything being amiss.
Mrs. Mead knocked softly, and, with un
easiness bred in her by tho disliko boro her
by the Strangflelds, kept herself close, that
she might not be spied by any sideways
glanco from the window. No one respond
ing, sho kne-cked again loudly, and presently
the door was opened by Mrs. Strangfleld
The desolate white and grief of tho poor
woman's face was indeed something heart
moving to behold. The utter fbrlorimess of
the eyes, tho piteous droop of tho mouth, the
dishevelment of hair and attire, which into
,grief throws a violent dramatic element,
were bcyon I expression. She looked at Mrs.
Mead, while the old lady bobbed a courtesy,
as a person to whom everything that offers
has a meaning cruelly hard to master.
"God forbid, mistress," said Mrs. Mead,
"ye should think I nm come out of evil curi
osity. They "say the deacon hath been
stricken ill, and positively would I know
this from one who hath the truth."
"Why do you come here for news? This is
a house of mourning now. 1 am a dcsolato,
lonely woman. Hen von holp me," replied
Mrs. Siraiigfield in a broken voice.
"So, indeed, yo l?o, if it is only for your
daughter's loavin' yo." said Mrs. Mead, with
deep compassion. '"But what liuth bapp'd to
the deacon! For the Lord's sake let mo hear
it of yen. ma'am!"
"He hath been struck with paralysis, and
lie.-: dying and calling for his daughter. That
is the truth. And now must I go to him, for
your knock has brought me from his bed,
and the maid is away on an errand, and 1
am alone in the houso."
She spoke wiih stolidity of exhausted
grief, and was stepping back to close tho
'?Stay!" cried Mrs. Mead, "I bring thee
news of thy child."
The mother wheeled round with a shriek,
and with both hands seized her arm.
<;What of her? Is she living?"
"Living and well. Not an hour ago I left
Mrs. Strongfield had no words. The sudden
dispersion of the fears that had torn her
heart was a moral convulsion that deprived
her of speech. She stood with her fingers
clutching hard the old woman's arm. Then
incoherently she spoke.
"Sweet girl! How hath she been wronged I
My pretty one! Alive, indeed, and 1 have
been praying for thee. Oh, what a sorrow
to befall the pure in heart! God forgive us!"
She drooped and leaned toward Mrs. Mead,
and brought up the old hand to her mouth
and kissed it, weeping the while such tears
as only mothers weep.
"Alive and well! sho burst out again.
"D.^r.r heart, to bring me such good tidings!
Come in, como in! God is good to send
thee! Dear heart, what joy you give me!"
Tf Ith drops trickling down her furrowed
check, Mrs. Mead suffered herself to bp
drawn into the houso hy the passionate
"Quick, now, dear friend," cried Mrs.
Strongfield, feverishly. "Tell me where my
girl is! Is sho in Greysronc?? Oh, my
"Sho is at Winston, at the Greyhound
there, and you mun go and fetch her, and
toll her what b!ggr hath fallen on thoe, or
she will not retoorn. Oh, she is bitter?and
rightly so!" quavered tho old woman, in a
voice strangely composed of indignation and
sympathy. "Niver, sho swears, will sho
come to her home again, to be despised and
thought vilely of. For her dying father she
may come?but you must fetch her, mis
"Come! Oh, sho will como when sho sees
my face, and hears that her father lies moan
ing for her. Besides, hath not Dr. Shaw
proved hor a married woman ? Ay, this very
morniug, Mrs. Mead, he camo to bring us
written proof of my Jenny's marriage with
Cuthbert Shaw! But how can I leave my
husband?" sho cried, distractedly. "Tho
doctor says ho must be watched. And how
can I fetch my Jenny and be wdth my poor
"Well, woll! truly provod married! And
sho hath told no lies, then?" gasped Mrs.
Mood. "Tho Lord forgive yo for all tho pain
you have given her. What didst thee say??
thy husband wants nursing? While ye'ro
gono I'll watch by him. I've nursed a many
i' my time. Hath he his mind?"
"Yes; he lies still?ho has no power in one
arm?and he groans sadly. He calls for
Jenny, and? O'a, Mrs. Mead! if I am not
quick ho may nover see her again in this
world. Dear Mrs. Mead, since you will stop,
run up to him now, dear heart, while I get
my bonnet. I will bo very quick. Do you
mind, I have < ourago to bo quick since sho is
liviug. Straight up, Mrs. Mead, to the right
j Stay, I will show thee. Oh, God grant him
a little lifo!"
Sho ran upstairs swiftly, yet with light
I feet, and Mrs. Mead wont laboriously, quiv
ering and stumbling after her. Outside tho
J door quite clearly was tho groaning of tho
man heard He lay on his back looking to
ward tho wall, and in the gloom of tho
room his face was scarcely distinguishable
from tho pillow for the whiteness of it.
? With.finger on her lip Mrs. Strangflcld mo
tioned to Mrs. Mead to take tho chair by tho
Iiedside; and, nimbly appareling herself, she
came to tho old woman's ear ami breath
lessly delivered instructions. They wero
simple enough, and to Mrs. Mead's discretion
was left tbe explanation of her pres^nco if
Strangfield should observe her. But, truly,
there scorned little, chance of this; never
onee, sincj lifted from the parlor floor and
laid upon the bed, had he stirred, and 'that
should be over three hours. At regulur in
terval-; Ii- groaned, and as. his-wife glided
out of the room he called for Jenny.
JENNY AND HEU MOTIIEK.
Just out of High street, not a stone's
throw from tho church, lived Mr. Franklin,
who owned the Swiftsuro coach that plied
between Greystone and the old city on tho
road to London.
He was a juiddin^-faced man, and shaped
like a ball in that part of his body which the
band of his breeches circled; and he stood,
with his legs wide apart, sucking a straw at
the gateway of his }'ard, wherein, under
sheds, stood his rolling stock, when Mrs.
Strangfield breathlessly came to him, and
besought him, with clasped, entreating
hands, instantly to order out one of his
coaches, that she might be driven to Win
Now, fortunately for her, Franklin was a
prompt man; and reading urgency in tho
poor woman's desperate face, he gave a
shrill whistle, und out from a little office
tumbled a knock-kneed hostler.
"Numlier Two, Jeremy, and Sarah's your
gal. Lot Thomas scrape hisself, and tell
him the leddy's waiting," said Mr. Franklin;
and with dispatch that would pleasure this
electric age to experience, a coach rattled up
to the gate.
"To the Greyhound, at Winston, as quick
as ever you can gallop," cried Mrs. Strang
field; and in a trico the heavy-wheeled vehi
cle was scattering loungers in the roadway
on to the pavements, and making the shop
windows clink to the thunder of its progress.
Still, it was a half-hour's drive, and a fcer
ribly hustling one.
At last the village hove in sight; a littlo
row of cottages swept by, ami the coach
came to a stand in front of the glass door of
the Greyhound inn. The man descended
from the box of the coach, though already
she was spraining her wrLst in desperate
efforts to open the door for herself; and no
sooner was sho liberated than sho flew into
the arms cf Sally, who, having caught sight
of tho coach from a window, was running to
"Are you tho mistress i" said Mrs. Strang
field, in a wild way.
"Yes, I be, ma'am," replied Sally, with a
"Is there a lady here?"
"Av: an' you be her mother, I reckon."
"i "am her wother. Take rae to her at
Though Sally had been fortified with a
dozen scrupLs, they would have been help
lessly swept away by the pcremptorlnesa of
"She's just where .Airs. Mead left her,
ma'am. This way, please," and she went to
tho parlor door and threw it open, saying:
"Here be thy mother, mistress."
Jenny was standing at the window over
looking the green space of garden at the back
of tho hous.\ With a stupefied face on her
sho turned, and a cry left her lips, and sho
stepped back a pace when her mother rushed
to her. Then, like a flash of night at tho
sight of tiie beloved face, an impulse!-of love
and joy leape! up in her; and in close, sob
bing ombracj were they locked as Sally,
looking away from the sucrcd sight, closed
tho door upon them.
"Oh, Jenny, why are you here' why didst
tbes loavo m< .''' cried Mrs. Strangfiuld, re
linquishing her daughter to gaze at her,
with eyes in which rapture und sorrow were
strangely blended. "Never was mother's
heart wrung as mine was when this morn
ing I beheld your bed untouched, and you
were not near to answer to my call"
"I could not, stay. Father would have
taken me to London to-day; rfhd see what a
mad journoy it would havo been, and how
cruel my ignorance would make him!" tho
girl said, pushing back her hair, aad stand
ing in a half defiant, half drooping posture
before her mother.
"Thy father! Oh, Jenny! not only is it
my lovo for theo that has brought me hero in
mad haste?thy father is dying! Ay, he
may bo dead before we can return to him!"
"Dying!? Mothsr, what do you say?"
said Jonny, taking, so to speak, a firmer hold
of tho floor with her feet, and- frowning,
while a sickly hue of pallor overspread her
"Oh, Jenny! for the sake of God who hath
brought mo to the j, put on your hat and come
with mo quickly. I tell you your father is
dying?ho fell to tho ground when Dr. Shaw
brought htm proof of your marriage with
Cuthbert Dostnot theo know that the doctor
has proved theo his son's wife! Ah, my poor
heart, how should she know!?and that the
cause of thy husbon l's m ssi-.g. as the doctor
believes, is that he was s. v.: ?! by the press
gong and carried away to sea! Down thy
father fell, and we b ire him to his room, and
thai snrgoon fears for his lifo; and all tho
while ho lies groaning and crying upon thy
name. 'Bring Jenny to me! bring Jenny to
mo!' he moans. My protty, come quickly,
or you'll see him no more in this world."
Tho girl stood transfixed and overwhelmed
br hor mother's news. Then you could have
seen her battling with the rush and surge of
tumultuous emotions a whole minute ere she
"Do yon tell me that my darling is
carried away to sea?" she said, in a febrile
"'Tis what bis father believes."
"And that Dr. Shaw bath proved me his
son's wife to my father.'"
"Yes, indeed. Ho camo with a papor, and
th > sight of it hath killed thy father. His
hear is broken for the wrong he has done
his only one!" wailed the mother. "Oh,
Jenny, do not delay! There is a coach at
the door. Make haste to put on your hat.
You would not let him be moaning for thee
in dying sorrow and not come?"
She looked at her mother with a wonder*
ful ex ire.ssion of troubled, amazement and
incredulous horror in her eyes, then took up
her hat, an 1 in a few minutes was ready to
depart As she loft tho room she met Airs.
Walker, into whose hand sho slipped a
guinea, giving hor a sweet, strango smile as
she did so, but quite powerless to speak.
?Tho woman, much affected by Jonny's
munificence, put the little trunk into tho
coach, and low and numerous wero the
courtesies she dropped as it drove off.
Tho rattle of wheel and window, if not a
prohibition to speech, was u decided obstacle
to tho hearing. But Mrs. Strangfleld had
too much to say to hold her peace. With her
child's hand locked in hers sho poured her
heart into Jenny's ear, and all the story of
Dr. Shaw's visit told her, and the medical
man's judgment on Michael's condition, with
whatever else that her houd was giddy with
?sometimes reproaching and sometimes
breaking into passionate exclamations of
rapture, which thoughts of her husband
would Inevitably choke; silent scarcely ever,
and of tho matter of her volubility leaving
Jenny, mnid the roar of tho coach, in pos
session of but very small fragments.
And tho girl?
Her father knew at last that she was honest,
and for a brief while had exultation, of tho
kind that inflames tho madman's eye, swelled
until it had sickened her heart with tho force
and fuihiess of iL. But the emotion died
under tho heavy droop of humiliated honor.
Sho had won back her name, but what had
the victory cost her? Her husband was gone,
her father was dying, her heart was wounded
and bleeding badly.
Tho bitter passion of shame that had
driven hor from Groj-stono revisited her
again when tho coach entered tho High
street, and sho leaned back and involuntarily
drow her veil over her face. The mother
stopped the coach at the corner of the street,
that tho jar of tho wheels might not pene
trate the resonant wooden house, and
alighted with her daughter, and both of
them went quickly in.
"Mother," whispered Jenny, standing in
tho passage as a stranger might, "I will
stay here till youliavo seen him."
"In the parlor, then, dearest, and lvst thee.
Oh, Jenny, pray God to spare him! Ho is
Softly the poor woman climbed the stairs,
and Jeniry went into the little room which,
in all her life, she had vowed never again to
enter. Speculating she stood, wondering
how it had befallen that her mother had
come so speedily.
Then through the doorway came a whis
She went out, and on the stairs she saw
her mother, who for despair could only
beckon or toss her hands. Sue followed
Mrs. Strangfleld upstairs, with a creeping
chill over her limbs, and the sensation of a
thousand quivering fibers in her body.
In the bedroom near the bed were two
figures whom she could not Immediately dis
tinguish for the feeble light in the chamber;
but she speedily found that one was Mrs.
Mead and tho other the doctor.
Both figures drew away when mother and
daughter came into tho room. Mrs. Strang
fleld went to the bedside, and, bending over
the motionless form upon it, said, in a whis
per of exquisite sadness:
"Michael, Jenny is here. Wilt thou speak
to her J"
For some moments there was no answer.
At lost, in a faint, hoarse murmur, lh ? dying
"Let her take my hand and kiss me. Jane,
thee knowest that I cannot move."
Tho girl went to her father, and put her
hand into his and kissed his forehead
"Jenny, my little ono," he murmured, "thee
didst wrong to trick me. Of old did the
prophet chide, saying, 'And thou saidst, 1
shall Ix? a lady forever; so that thou didst
not la) these things to thy heart, neither
didst remember tho latter end of it.' But
thy punishment has been sore, my poor ono.
By thee ami condemned, whom I condemned.
I was a liar for speaking what, in my wrath,
I believed the truth; and it did nearly break
thy heart, poor wench, as mine is brokon!"
No pathos the meaning of his words had
could equal the deeply moving effect given to
"Jenny, my little one,' he murmured.
them by his speaking with his head turned
away, all power lost, life ebbing from him
as surely as the shadows cast by the sun were
slowly circling to the east, whence darkness
comes. She hung over him with dry eyes,
for the grief in her was too deep for tears.
'?Father," she whispered, "I wronged thee
by loving secretly; but has not my husband's
going wrung my heart with punishment
enough I Truly, I was innocent of worse sin
than deceit; and now tlftit you know I am
innocent, and bear with my kisses, I could
bo happy to die."
No answer did ho return, and ho began to
breathe heavily; on which tho doctor came
gently to her, and would have led her from
the bed; but tho father had a grip of her
'hand, and she would not disengage his hold.
Said the mother, in a feeble whisper:
"Is there no hope."'
Tho doctor shook his head, and let his chin
fall on his breast, and stood quiet, with his
No more uras said.
What war. killing him, God knows! Not
paralysis only, nor yet a broken heart. Yet
visibly w;ts it dyin -, n-. ' tli ? difficult breath
grew flower and w.-?.,i-r; mid within nu
hour r.'oin ny's return to bw home the
breath in hi. '. i?us gone and the body grow
ing cold. Ii? passed away amid a deep still
ness in th- room; an! Jenny hetvelf, irh'i
was it ar h ui, knew not that lie Pas dead,
until a strangeness hi tho hold of iis fing-rs
made ber shriek cut.
Thus <!id ir come about; and the mother
and daughtr wept iu each other's arms"
while the dort >r glide I noiselessly from the
house, and Mrs. Mead tenderly (dosed the
dead man's ejvs, and veiled, the marble
Bilcncc of Ids race.
(to i:k continued.)
IiYSURE YOUR PROPERTY
KIRK ROBINSON, AGENT.
COMPANIES Aid, FIST-CLASS AND
LOSSES PROMPTLY ADJUSTED AND
COLLECTIONS PROMPTLY ATTEND
I am still selling Brick, Lime, Laths,
Hair and other Building Material.
1 am now prepared to furnish Coal and
Wood in any quantity. All orders left
with nfc shall have prompt attention. No
dravage charged. Give me a trial.
July S3- K1HK ROBINSON
\ VALUABLE PLANTATION
-i V eight miles east of town on the Five
Chop road. Contains 300 acres of land, 1?0
of which is under cultivation, and remain
tier well wooded with pine, oak, hickory,
Szc. Besides dwelling and other necessary
buildings, all of which arc in excellent con
dition, there is a well appointed; steam gin,
saw and grist mill, with power cotton press,
seed crusher, cotton elevator," wagon scales
and cut off saw. On the place is an excel
lent carp [Kind, stocked with scale carp (the
unlypond In this county, to my knowledge,
that has raised carp.) This place is excel
lently located ill the center of a thickly
settled neighborhood, theie-bv possessing
excel lend advantages as a location for phy
sician. This place with stock and all other
appurtenances, together with crop made
upon it this year, except cotton crop, will be
sold on terms to suit purchaser. .Apply to
W. S. Bakton, M. I).
"Starwall" Farm, Orangeburg, S. C.
Vau Or? FloW Gallery
OVER B. 1!. OWEN'S, Russell Street,
Orangeburg, S. C.
To THE I'UUI.IC: I have opened a first
class Hioto Gallery. 1 would be pleased to
have samples of work examined at Gallery.
All werk slrickly first-class.
Photos of Groups and Babies a speciality
by Instant method. All Vowing Exteriors,
Dwellings, Horses, Dogs ami Animate
taken at short notice by instant method.
Old pictures coplcdjand enlarged. Special
attention given to this branch of work.
Pictures finished in water colors, India Ink
and Crayon. Also Photo taken from the
size of smallest pocket to full life .'1x5 feet
All work done with neatness and dispatch.
Vewing any where in the State. Sjieeial
discounts on all orders over?10.00. Give
me a call. I will assure.satislaction. All
work CASH ON DELIVERY. I'ostiveJj
no credit. VAN ORSDELL, Artist, '
? July 17 Russell Street. Orangehurg, S. c.
*> - i \ ACHES OUOD KAHMINC
rjr)\ i hind located in Lyons Township,
Orangehurg County, seven miles from the
town of St. Matthews.
One hundred and seventy-five aeres cul
tivable, remainder well timbered. A good
stream of water running the entire length
of tract, with water power and machinery
I for ginning and grinding. Also lor sail*
one good forty-live saw Elliott gill, and one
! line young Mule. Anyone wishing a verj
desirable farm would do well to confer with
the undersigned before purchasing.
July ?K!li:u JAS. M. MOSS.
"MOORE COOriTY GRIT"
Tl.. Im-i MilMoacluth? U'orM f "Tahle Mvn\,
Sjmi'lMof m?al ?en: -n ?|>plifrti?n. s-n l for pricei aa
r.trtsM? C'.rn Villa. irpp.T aiiJ fn-l-r Itnun r- rtiid Mill
?:. i) -?. Wf :i.-e ajonls f-.r Knuin?"?, Uniterm, SlIW
.Hill-, Cotton l.llli, I'l.inor?. Slnftmr. Pull?)?. A.-..
t..i Kiiiici-.'.;;;: tun:;: . ;- +? ?<? < ?????"??:
f-.r :).?? n.ill-T in ever) lmircl :if Hour tio make,.
Wri'.i Mating ?li.n fan ?.int and ?rmj yon *. Un t<> bnvaa.
pwc reforouMj. AdJreM. N'orlh Corolinii .Ulli?
Mane l'o., I'arkcwood, Moan C... N. C._
A HI A L LATHUOl*. F. M. WAXNAMAKEH,
Orangehurg, S. C. St. Matthews, S. C
J ATIIROP& WANNAMAKEIL
ATTORNEYS AT LAW,
OitANOEni'iu;, S. C.
Oilice Up Stairs Over the Postolliee,
IK FINE DRESS GOODS.
The critical time in the Dress Goods trade
hi the season has arrived and
will not delay the usual
Which he makes In the prices of his Spring
Dress Goods Stock in order to close them
Those who desjre to get the most for their
always respond to my notice of "CUT
Cashmeres, Plaids, Albcrtross, French
lJaz.cs, Mikado Suitings and Tricot Clot hs,
have been reduced fully 25 per cent, to re
duce the slock.
Fine White Embroidered Robes in boxes
from *i\.ju, ?2.75 and these prices are
one. hall of former price
1IK.NKY KOIIN'S uev.: Shoes and Slip
pers, the best and cheadest stock ever offer
cd in the City. *
NO TRASH SHOES!
HENRY KOUN'S stock ol Uibbonsand
Laces, is beyond comparison, the largest
and cheapest assortment in the City.
RUGS, MATTI.WS AM) SHADES.
Shade and patent rollciscoiiiplele75cclits.
(ietils rciiifon ed Shirts, linen 1 routs 50
No um* in talking, IlLNIH KOHN leads
in the Clothing trade lor Men, Boys and
Children, l>e sure and look when you want
a suit <d Clothing.
Thousands of Bargains in Corsets, Fans,
Domestics, Cassimiers, Ac. limited space
forbids the mention of.
IT COMTM NOTIIi:V?T<? LOOK.
It will save yen money h> do >?.
LEADER OF LOW PRICES.