The Greenville enterprise. [volume] (Greenville, S.C.) 1870-1873, 1870-10-12

tnthk-I thlnK she loves somebody
else. Don't move, Jack don't
move; :! if your pistol hurts ye take
It's been more'n six months
now that she has seemed unhappy
and lonesome. and kinder nervous
and scared like. And sometimes
Pve ketched her locking at Inc
sort of timid and pitying. And
she writes to somebody. And for
the last week she has been gather.
ing her own things-trinkets, and
Mrbelows, and jewelry-and,
Jack, l think she is going of. /
could stand all but that. 10 have
her steal away like q tlrief-"
lie put his face downward to
the pillow, and for a few moments
there was no sound but tho tick
ing of a clock on the mantel.---
Mr.. Hamlin lit cigar, and moved
to the open window. The moon
no longer shonc in the room, and
the bed and its occupant were in
shadow. What shall 1 do,
Jack'2" said the, voice from the
darkness.
The answer came promptly and
clearly from the window side,
"Spet the man and kill him on
sight"
",But, Jack {"
Hes took the risk 70
But will that bring her back 2"
Jack did not reply, bu. mo. ed
from the window toward the door.
" Don't 60 yet, Jack light the
candle, and sit at the table. 1t is
a comfort to see ye, if nothing
else"
Jack hesitated, and then com.
piled. He drew pack of cards
from his pocket and shnffled them,
glancing at the bed, but Browns
face was turned to the WALL
When Mr.. uainlin had shuffled
the cards, he cut them, and dealt
one card on the opposite side of
tile table and toward the bed, and
another on his side of the table,
for himself. The first was a
deuce: his own card, a king. He
then shuffied and cut again. This
time f" ".dummy " had a queen, and
himself four spot. Jack bright
ened up for the third deal. 1t
brought his adversary a deuce,
and himself a king again. "Two
out of lhree," said Jack, audibly.
What's that, Jack ~ said
Brown.
"Nothing."
Then Jack tried his hand with
dice, but he always threw skies,
and his imaginary opponent aces.
The force Of habit is sometime,
amusing.
" Meanwhile, some magnetic in.
fluencc in Mr.. Hamlin's presence,
or the anodyne of liquor, or both,
brought surcease of sorrow, and
Brown slept. Mr.. Hamlin moved
his chair to the window, and look
ed out on the town of Wingdam,
now sleeping peacefully--its harsh
outlines softened and subdued, its
glaring colors mellowed and sober
ed in the moonlight that flowed
over all. In the hush he could
hear the gurgling of water in the
bitches, and the signing of the
pines beyond tho hill. Then he
looked up at the firmament, and,
as lie did so, a star shot across the
twinkling field. Presently anoth-
er, and then another. The phe-
nomenon suggested to Mr.. Ham.
lin fresh augury. If, in another
fifteen minutes, another star should
fall. He sat there, watch in hand,
for twice that tire, but the phe.
nomenon was not repeated.
The clock struck two, and
Brown still slept. Mr.. Hamlin
approached the table. and took
from his pocke. a letter, which he
read by the flickoring candle.light.
1t contained op.y q single line,
written in pencil, in woman's
hand:
{" BE at the corral, with the bug-
gy, at three"
The sleeper moved uneasily, and
then awoke: "Are you there,
Jackg'
Yes"
d" Don't 60 yet. I dreamed. just
now, Jack-dreamed of old times.
| thought that Sue and me was be.
ing married agin, and that the par
son, Jack, was-who do you think E?
J"
The gambler laughed, and seat.
cd himself on the bed, with the
paper still in his hand.
at is a good sign, ain't it9"
queried Brown.
"I reckon. Say, old man,
hadn't yon better get mp"
The "old man." thus affection
ately appealed to, rose, with the