The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1876-05-25

ing in language foreign to his unclean
lips:
"By Jupiter, you know nothing of wo-
men or love, Dick Eganl The love of
that proud rebel gifl you will never
either buy or compel, and for her pure
heart devils cannot dwell where angels
minister. Had you seen her as did,
watching beside and ministering to the
wants of dying negro, you would have
realized that she is even defended by
convoy of angels, and in that seraph
band was one, one brighter than all that
heavenly choir-yes, Maggie, Maggie, I
will obey your beckoning hand; away,
away from the lost I'll follow you'll
Major, see, see the heavenly vision,
sister spirit guards the maidenw
Maj. Egan perceived that the liquor
had muddelled the brain of Bennett, but
he was too intent upon his plans to leave
the poor inebriate alone for the night.
Recalled from the memories of his youth
full love by Maj. Egan's voice, question
ing if he would undertake with bribed
negroes to kidnap Marion Maham, and
desiring him to place his signature to
paper which he maj. Egan) had drawn
up, fixing Jonathan Bennett Captain COM
manding Co., to the work. The willy
Egan was playing his part well; his sig
nature once to the paper, which Captain
Bonnet was too drunk either to read or
understand, he became the slave of Rich
ard Egan's will or dishonored soldier
and citizen. The heavenly apparition
saved the poor fellow. Gazing earnestly
upward, he exclaimed:
T will, I will, Maggiep Then, after
resting his head a moment on his hand
as if in thought, he looked up and spoke
slowly, in wonderfully rational man.
ner: "Maj. Egan, I am getting very
drunk, and I must speak briefly. I will
not sign any paper, this money pays me-"
land he drew the bills to him, placed
them deliberately in his purse, and his
purse in his pocket "for the work have
already done for you. The forged letters
you wrote and I conveyed-letters full
of venom-to sting the heart of your
rival, and the man I hate; the letters I
stole and you received and retained-let-
ters full of purity, breathing sentiments
of holiest friendship. This dirty work
was your work; for this you, too coward
ly to work your own work, have paid
me; but this work, too, was my work,
and its success has rewarded me.
have met this rebel girl before then, as
brave as julius Caesar. She drew pis-
tol on seven men, and all things being
honorable in war, / could have made her
my captive, and would have done it, but
Hubert Gray robbed me of my prize. 1t
was not for the loss of the girl, but the
upstart's singing words. I swore an
awful oath that I would be revenged. I
have been revenged. discovered that
Hubert Gray loved this rebel girl, and I
knew to rob him of his trust in her
truth vas the deadiest blow I could aim
at his life. There is a purity and
steadfastness IN the mans own character
which makes him love with woman's
faith. Of this faith I have robbed him.
The letter of Harry Maham, forged by
you, was cruel blow. 1 was denied the
devils pleasure of seeing him read and
writhe, but 1 watched him as he passed
out of his luxurious home to mix with
the common herd, and I saw he had suf-
fered, he was suffering; but from the
luminous depths of his truthful eyes
shone the seraphic light of charity-not
anger, not revenge. And while hated,
was forced to admire. I had dealt a
death-blow to his joyous young life, but
I would freely have given mine for HUI
bert Gra5's conscious purity and truth.
My vow has been performed, his mother
with the angels, his true love crushed out
of his heart, and the weary task of cher
ishing and Stimulating love for lovely,
loving, but unloved wife thrust upon
him, the precious boon Of life has be-
come a burden to Hubert Gray. This
work of yours and mine has been dirty
work, but white as angel robes to the
diabolical scheme which now stirs the
muddy slough of your evil heart. No, I
will not aid you; and look you, Maj.
Egan, if you pursue this scheme, Jona-
than Bennett will foil your wicked pur-
pose. That girls pure white face and
sweet, musical voice, as she watched and
read beside the dying negro, brought
back to me the sweet, sad memory of my
own lost love. 0, Maggie, Maggie, how
different might it have been with me,
had the angels not claimed you for their
OWL! !'
Capt. Bennett bowed his head, and wept
piteously, so childish had the large
potations of brandy rendered the rough,
rude man. 1t was now Richard Egan's
turn to listen amazed at this burst of
sentiment from a man he had regarded
as so low and vile, that he only tolerated
him as fitting agent for what he was
eompelledto acknowledge dirty scheme.
His astonishment over, and his mask of
polished urbanity being thrown off, and
feeling bitterly chagrined at being again
foiled by the cold hand of death and the
desertion of his colleague, Richard Egan
gave vent to a fearful outburst of pas.
sionate yituperation, seasoned with awful