The Orangeburg news. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1867-1875, 1869-05-01

toWn. DeIOfc nlSnt tney returned, pear
lug the news that Jack had LETT Lennox
in tho aftern5oh riding his good roam,
and in good health aud spirits. The
most hopeful could no longer hope that
no catastrophe had occurred. Sothe:
thing fearful had certainly happened to
Jack.
And it seemed impossible to find a
clue to the mystery. Horse and rider
had completely vanished. There was no
broken boughs or tracks of cracked
horseshoe, or lost glove to trace them by.
What was to be done7
When night came, Margic could hard
ly hold her head up for the weariness of
crying. She sat on n low seat on the
porch, resting her check ON Aunt Nell's
knee, listening and waiting for sound
upon the road.
Suddenly the gate clicked. She start
ed up-there was football ON the walk
but it was only Jennie Barlow, the
country gossip, coming.
"Oh, Jenny how could you scare me
SO" she asked impatiently.
"liighty tightly but our young lady
is out of temper. Well, well, it is try
ing for you, Margie, but don't give up
L reckon Jack Lane is safe enough 'Tis
just some freak of his /; perhaps he's run
away and gone to sea-"
Nonsense" said Margie. "Jack is
out of his jackets"
"Well, jack is old enough to be tole-
rable steady-that's fact-6ve and
twenty. 1 remember when he was born
He'll have right smart place when the
cid man dies, up on the Barrens there u
"fou speak us if nothing has hap
pened, Jennie" said Aunt Nell. 81
think We have reason to believe that
something has happened to jack"
"Don't you believe it. He'll turn up
all right. Lots of trouble in this world
is borrowed trouble. Lor, why, my hus.
band never co,hcs lome when he says hc
will think it's heap stranger wha,
makes the music iu the old well. WHY
you oan just haar- tho aunos. usva ~
hear tell of fairies when I was little, and
that's enough to make person believe
in them. You can't think anything
natural makes music in well sixty fee,
,leep?"
"Whete is it"
"Why, old Dufiey's we'll i'll the mead
ow; no one uses it now it's dried up,
reckon; but all The ncighbors have been
down there this morning to hear the
music coming up ont of it. wouldn't
believe it until | heard it for myself.
thought it was cricket, or perhaps d
bird got down there, but no cricket OF
bird that | ever heard, could jingle of
'Annic Laurie and My Pretty dane.
You'd better go and see for yourselves
"What do you think it 2" askcc
Margie. when old Jennie had gone.
Il don't know dear. We might gc
down and see; the moon is coming up
and l presume there will be others
there"
ooh, Aunt. Nell, 1 don't care about
the WE'LL"
"But you had better so, rather thar
to sit here crying, Marsic. Let me gc
"A shawl fur yot."
So they wrapped up and went down
across the fields. The air WAS very damn
but it was bright shining night. BE
fore they reached the old WELL they saw
knot Of people crowded about it, They
stocl around Silently, though one or two
wondered aloud, and so2,c tried to laugl
and said it was trick-vcnt..loquis
or something of the sort. No one among
tho many doub;crs that there had been
disbelieved the tale then The faint
strains struck the ear quite plainly. II
was like cliin music, indeed.
1t was the "Nlistletoc Bough" that
was being played merrily enough as Mar
sic aud Nell came up.
Suddenly it stopped and another all
was commenced 1t was the more mo-
dern love ditty, "Margie by my side"
Sharply violent scream from Margie
sounded.
"Oh, it's Jack it's Jack :" she cried
Giles down the well. Bring ropes