The Brookhaven ledger. (Brookhaven, Miss.) 1875-1883, 1877-08-23

cony. his face turned eastward with
look OF woe.
He listened to the doctors plan of
moving him to the coast, and believed
life might be prolonged in the warm air
of the lowlapds But the lower coun-
try was swarmiug with guerrillrs. So
time wore on, Mckay remaining in the
Spanish Mexican city OF CorGova. sure
ly and swiftly drifting toward dissolu-
ton.
And when spring rains had ceased in
the valley, and eoifse~trees had grown
red with rIpening fruit, the host grew
uneasy ahout his rich guests poverty
ana probably disease. Mckay would
accept charity from 10 Que. He was
proud as a large landed baron. He
owed no man, Even losses >at faro
we're liquidated to Il last farthing. He
looked upon the advances Of his friends
as 50 many loans, to be cancelled upon
an arrival Of remittance from Bos-
ton. lie Wis growing restless about
the delay, tsaah maui was fresh hope,
and at tie same time bitter disap-
poin5meut. But hope died at last, and
from that day on no smile ever stole
into the face of the engineer. \ Iit.le
girl, beautiful as q lily, would oacas-
sionally present him with Wild foTer,
and il thanking the girl in his court
e0us way his eyes travelled out toward
the east, and when the lltt4e one qoeS-
toned, he answered not wort
One day he heard the landlord com
plain of delinquent guests: lie knew ne
WAS meGnt, anu he was. 1t was cruel
nllusion. 1t sarucE home. a face h.th-
ertJ pp'e, underwent q cAauSt-it &f4W
older IN an hour. Not friend with
means WAS lett h..A.
Despair WIS cIoaf cui ID That su!l1E-
ing face.
5omot,ne before the doctor had ln>
vited hum 10 Potrero, aa&ar plantation
ON road to Vera Cruz. One evening
] passed ogt upon the troAt bl!e}ny,
and Mckay WAS there.
lie began 10 speak in voice that
qGiy cred VITA einY.iOn; "I 80 To Po-
trero Tomorrow. l shall never see
GorIJya again. Three years ago | LETT
home, ana then promised myself that
nothing could ever lntUce Aa T. return.
Iue past i bitter memory; bat let
that g.. \ 5:sri.ty sill eApacjed to
retHsa to Boston, II fox nothing else, to
die at ion-. Tue Or Im even has pass
ct forever. And s., Whenever il is all!
over. let M b. laii i'll some quiet place,
and wAel taose II = 1stJu htar OF my
death let the cause be cousunp.iou. -
\ Ii, Of coughing prevented further
words, and ! saw him no more
The next morning he left Corlova
He slept at tine plantation. Bat he
walked no more. \ little phial Of poi
8on lay beside him. He was dead.
There was 4 ring on his finger, and
inside were the words. from Mary u
John.
He was buried on the banks - t,le
BIO SecD, uu1"r the shade OF The broad
leafei banana.
TWo-thiris Of the guests of tie
"Confeleraio" quit the house that day.
aud the concern Went to pieces month
after.
Some Ii ne after the clouds had be
gun hanging about the hills and the
ar had e44a,l fraSe the rlil of the
Northers ffJmf the coas5. diligence
from the railway terminus brought
well-dressel lady to the Quaint old city,
She was an American, and, ordering
room at the "DIiigencia, asked il any
Of her coun.rymen resided il this city.
An uncouth specimen was pointed
ont, aud she forthwith piled him with
caudor and bluntness.
DO you know. she began. "a gentle
man named MoKlv. a civil en2ineer?"
yes, ma'Ia, | did know him"
Elgerly she followed, And where is
he now?''
"aa tool. poison AMI is dead; he's
buried on the Rio Seco."
Before his answer was fairly ont the
lady fell upon the floor in svoon.
Pitving strangers lifted her up and
laid her upon c0uCh. Some time
elaspsed bafore she returned to con
scig1spess. and when she opened her
ewes she WIS a changed woman. She
was beautiful, qracat.;l ana oueenlv.
but the face had unlorgon9 marked
change An American lady, three wears
a rosi,lant Of Mexico. called upon her
and to this laly She poured out the
depths Of her sorrow and the salient
points OF her story.
SIZE was NIoKay's aflianced. and in q
moment Of ley.ty, let slip a remark
D,l,;.L o,,t hin, a. ,1sanIv that he want