The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1873-02-05
From Appleton's Journal.] a.
,HUGH'S VENDETTA.
4 STORY IN FOUR CHAPTERS.
BY CHRISTIAN REID.
AUTHOR OF "vALERIE AYLMER," "
"MoR1oN HOUSE," MABEL LEE"
. ETC, ETC.
BY CHRISTIAN REID.
CHAPTER T..

"Margaret," said Hugh Church
i'll, as he came abruptly into hi:
sisters room one morning, ''wht
do you suppose is dead?"
The address was startling enough
itself, but there was a suppressed
excitement in the speakers face
and a suppressed tone Of awe in his
voice, that made Margaret Church
i'll turn pale as she looked up from
her sewing in quick alarm.
'''Indeed / cannot tell, Hugh
she said. "Not-not anybody ]
care about, surely?'
"Care about repeated y her
brother. "Not unless you care
abont knowing that he has gone to
his deserts in another and-ahotte
world! That -all-the--ceneern:'l i
feel in Henry Tyrrell's death, /
am sure. 49, .... e
''Henry Tyrrell! Is he dead q
Gle dropped down with q tit OF
an hour ago '''..'' 'I. .-''.
"Where - .''' u. ''',..-.
Son the street. I was, sitting in
Morrison's Office about, ten o'clock,
and dlanced to see, him walk past,
looking as usual; yet, scarcely five
minutes l.ter,.a boy rushed in say
ing that Mr.. Tyrrell had just fallen
down dead, OF course, + we ran
out ouce., He WAS not dead, how
ever, so we, carried him in the Of
flee, and' sent fori the doctors at
once: they were all there in no
time,' but they could do nothing
for him, and he has just died, .....
His voice sank a little over the
last words, and a look Of horror
came into Margaret Churchill's
face. ,..i...,.,; ..a., ..odt ~ n,.
."Died, like that O Hugh! how
terrible-!r ., Surely he said some
thing-surely he madesome repar-
aticn for such an awful life p 7'",
Her brother laughed, not mirth-
f,1fEv:4h.ii. " ra; ."d"ii'f.''". ~ ~.
's'Do"yo,i believe in ',,death-bed
atonemfnts, 'MadSe?. I confess I
don't, and, T doubt if, Tyrrell did,
either" lie recovered his senses
toward tie last, but he only uttered
two names. The first was his
SON w1"'J!i #.a..,. '"i '':l' .'..''.
"And the other?''' ?'''.nHn.a'' % ...''.'
The young mans voice dccpened
and a change came over his face
that hardened and altered it, as he
answered gravely, almost sternly;
"The other was-our fathers =,
Margaret looked up, her awe
struck eyes meeting his, and tor {
moment neither spoke. AT last i
was the girls voice that said:
-"God forgive him p 80 r.r.
Low as the words were, the,
reached Hugh Churchilrs ears, ane
brought dark cloud over his face
| $50 that is your idea of Chris
tianity, is it, Madge ?'' he asked
bitterly. GA nice place you an,
the like of you would make O
heaven-ay, and of earth, too! ]
/ believed that a few prayers 0
good works at the eleventh hou
could atone for Henry Tyrrell
half a century of wrong doing.
would fling conscience to the winds
and live. as he did-perhaps die a
he died, too. But that would max
no difference in your liberal creed
| don't pretend to decide whethe
or not such opinions are orthodo,
but of all the texts in Holy Writ
like best the one which says tia
what man sows the same he shaI
reap, here and hereafter" =, =.
Margaret did not answer. lie
thoughts, indeed, seemed to hav
7wandered from her brothers speec
and gone back to what he had sal
before. AT least, when hefinisheC
Eshe went On with the other train {
thought. .:.9t1.. .. ,.a.; = ID
And he spoke of papa.
IHugL who can tell what he wa
thinking? L wonder, was it tn
sight Of ,yon that brought bae4l-etl
past? Did he see YOU at eli Ill.,. ~