The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1873-11-12

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covered with coarse rings, a sky
blue satin tie, and all overpowering
odor of bad tobaccoAIlknow the
difference quite well, for Tom never
smokes any but the very best Ma.
nilas, and Iquite enjoy the smell
then most decidedly he was rightly
designated. t".i ~. n'.i.a ''i,0
1 saw all this at single glance,
as one does sometimes, and bent
steadily over my book, wishing that
the hour. which would bring me to
dear aunt. Margery was over. Pres,
emily L was reading something so
amusing that Lhad forgotten every
thing beside. The train had left
the littleqstation farbehind, and was
going at full spead, when suddenly
a horrid voice. close to my ear made
me start, and I looked up to see the
"cad's" .hideous face close to mine
AAsuch q wicked, .leering face! =
20 s"Take off that veil miss Tn sure
a Whit Of. fresh air will do /, you
good. This carriage is awful mug
gy"''Athat, was the, creatures
expression -aamuggypf'r '"Besides,
it's desperate bad for your eyes 9 to
read through that speckled stuff
Withoutreplying, Ibent my1head
lower over my book, but the letters
were getting confused, and my
heart was beating With fright i2H
~:sPoor little thing! Deaf, isshe?''
and he took the seat opposite and
leaned across, so that I had to
shrink into my corner to avoid his
touch. Poor little Una needed her
lion now. 80 - - ', 80 -. .,
=, '"'Bad for the eyes, miss, and such
sinners as yours are too good to be
wasted on that stupid book. Give
a fellow a peep at Them. 7yt mI1.
~ And a great red hand advanced
towards my veil. ..a.f9ay r.oo-
III could only cover intoo my cor
ner with a great cry of terror
'one1helpless call on ."Uncle, "lknow-
ing the, while how fur away he was,
and how unconscious of his poor
little Polly's trouble" 20 .2.; =
,eInaputting! lup>>his hand to, my
veil, the 1nan touched MOI and the
touch, slight as it was, reused a
fury Of anger such as, I had never
felt before, and I hope never to. feel
again ); it gave me back my voice.
You shall not! How dare you
You must not touch me-upcle will
kill youH' .I1@.4..., 80 Iii 81.
Tie man laughed at my puny
rage g:"sr9lr IL ?ziaV aa
:. "Kill me for. taking care Of you? ?
If he does not wish lothers to fill
his place, he should look after you
better, and not let you out alone.
You had better be- civil, OF"
He drew;out a large clasp knife
as he spoke, and began deliberately
to opeli il, looking at me all the
while. It:wascome at lastyfI should
never, never see' home, again! One
fash OF Thought, :. which seemed in
a second to take in allmy past, with
its little discontents, naughtiness,
and great Happiness my aunt's an
guisbf when she found me lying
dead; uncle's opening Of tile tele-
gram which would bring the news
tile darkened home, the broken
hearts which would surely carry till
they died the remembrance Of the
dreadful, fate Of their Wilful, but
OH, their loving darGng--all this
occurred 80 wildly to me that, with
a great cry for. help, to Heaven, I
fell at the mans feet, and entreated
him. not to kill me, ,r, , y ,r
u "Kill you! I thought it was your
uncle who was. to. kill me! Bless
your littleheart, L am going to take
care Of you. You kpale. Now,
didn't you come off in too great a
hurry to have time for breakfast I?
Have q bit of. luncheon '-stooping
to take q black, bag from under the
seat. 81 always 60 about provided
with something good. Pm a soft
hearted boy, I am, andnever see a
fine young woman suffer, if [ can
help it. Peck a bit now-do; you
have a hungry look,,', 49,. uur =.
il What should I-must I--do? [
sat up, land said as steadily as I
could, choking back the tears-for
I would not cry before him: ..'" r
'"sI am.not hungry [ willnot eat.
Do not speak to me any more. You
must not-I am a lady."H aaE E.
Alady? L know; that. DO you
think I'd be So good to you if you
were not? Iknow lady when I
see her-and a hungry lady, too
Iknew you was. Come. peck a
bit. Don't be bashful." / rH
BY. this time lie had unlocked
the bag, and taken from it-yes, it
may appear improbable, but, oh ! 1t
is dreadful true-a turnip-a great
unboilcd tufnip-a turnip still cov-
cred with the soil of the field from
which the wretch had taken it!
lie began to scrape and pare 1t
while | looked Oh. rt. ..r e..
. Was lie mad? I would try to