Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1878-11-07

1t cannot, cannot De AnQ tne poor maiueu
clasped her hands, while to her face came an
expression of most unutterable woe.
ayes, for murder, committed last night.
And he is guilty, for he was found bending
over the body of his victim p
'"Tis false, it's false! My Edward would
never, never be guilty Of so foul crime
'Tis the work of some wicked enemy! 'Tis
falser'
And the eyes of Marion Lee flashed proud:
ly, and her fine form was drawn to its full
height and her breast heaved with indignant
emotion. The eyes of Harold quailed be-
fore her proud glance, and tremor passed
through him as she cried: "'Tis the work OF
some wicked enemy"
II pray Heaven that he may be innocent !;
but the proof is terribly conclusive His ca
reer for the past two months has not been
creditable to him-he is a notorious gambler,
libertine-"
"Peace, sirl Speak not of Edward Harris
thus to me It is enoug gh for me to know
that he is in prison! 1 know his faults, and
I know his virtues. I know, for my heart
tells me, that he is innocent! And Marion
moved proudly from the room.
"By Jove, she's noble woman I'd risk
my life to win her, and IwiH! And Harold
Stanly left the house.
In a narrow cell, containing nothing but an
iron bed, on which was laid hard mattress
a chair and table. sat Edward Harris.
His dark locks were disheveled, his fine face
pale, and marked with traces of suffering and
anxious thought, and bis head was resting
languidly on bis open palm. His past life
rose before him like a dream. And he shud-
dered as his follies passed in review before his
conscience stricken gaze.
1t was the first time for years that he had
ever pondered upon the folly of his career;
and now as he thought, he felt himself visited
with just punishment His aged and indul-
gent father had just left his prison; bis
presence had touched Edward to the heart,
and he bitterly regretted that he had ever
given the old man cause for sorrow and, IN
his iunermost soul, he determined that should
he pass safely through the trying ordeal, his
future life should atone for the follies of the
past.
Buried in his mournful reflections, he
scarcely noticed the opening Of his prison
door, and it was not until soft white hand
was laid upon his brow, that he noticed the
presence of visitor. He looked up.
"Marion!'
Edward p
A moment more and they we're clasped
wildly in each others arms.
Marion, dearest, do you love me still do
you believe me innocent? 0, God, this is
too much joyp'
"Yes, Edward, you are the same to me as
ever-yes, my poor Edward, I believe you
innocent, as firmly as I believe in God !"
Heaven bless you, Marionl l fear not
now to face the charged" :,
"Fear not, Edward. God, in his own good
time, will make your innocence apparent"
"Ay Marion, that God whom / have 80
long forgotten, whose laws I have so often
broken, is now my only dependence am
involved in strange and intricate web A
powerful chain of evidence is against me, and
it is only with Gods aid that can substanti-
ate my Innocence"
ut is our best and highest trust" said
Marion.
Thus conversiDg. an hour passed rapidly
away and Marion at length departed. Her
maid awaited her outside the cell door, and
in company they left the prison.
The events related in the foregoing chap
ter we're enacted many years ago. We must
now leave the fashionable quarter of the city,
and pass on to the purlieu of crime and wretch.
edness, Ann Street, now North Street, soms-
,0hat more refined.
In one of the dismal and wretched caverns
of the place, we now find ourselves. The
stone walls are mildewed with moisture,
and the sickening smell of bad tobacco and
worse liquor greet the nostrils, and the dense,
close atmosphere is nearly overpowering A
number of men and women are scattered
throughout the cellar, engaged with cards,
pipes and rum. Bacchanalsn songs are being
sang by men whose throats are hoarse from
the constant friction of fire. water; and loud
laughter and obscene jokes are being banded
about, and all is noise, riot and confusion.
At a rickety table in one corner of the
dismal place, are seated three men. One of
them, wrapped in heavy cloak and fur cap,
the broad visor of which nearly concealed his
face, was earnestly engaged in conversation,
and bis whispered tones and the fashionable
shape of his garments proclaimed that his po-
sition III society but i'll accorded with bis pres
ent place or company.
did you have much trouble in securing
the lady, or did she fall quietly into the trap2"
"Not much the night was dark, and we
mufled her head before she could cry Pills
The team was handy, and we slipped her
in, and, in few minutes we had the gal tight
and sound in old Wilson's crib" replied one of
the men in answer to the cloaked stranger.
"Shes tough un, Bob, amt she? An
cool as a cucumber" cried the last speakers
companion, pulling 6ercely at his long black,
bristlng beard.
"She is that, cuss her! She called the pair
on US villains a1d scoundrels, and said as
how she'd fix us-didn't cry one bit thought"
"Well, 80 much for that point; my plans
are working right"
eyes, we's done your work well 80, now,
come down with the dimes. This ere city's
gettin' hot, and we must trayvel!"
"That's the talk! We wants double mon
ey," cried the man with the beard.
II won't dispute but the job was done we'll ;
but the sum which you demand is much more
than we agreed upon" replied the stranger.
"Well wot if it ?" cried one Of the despe-
radoes You'll make your fortin by the op-
eraton Men won't risk their necks nova
days for nothn.' So down with the dust, or
we'll blow"
THAT'S 50, by Jupiter" exclaimed the
other.
"And wot's more?" continued the 6rstspeak-
er, "we ran an awful risk for when we laid the
chap out, watchman, and that ere Harris you
wants to be rid of, came down on our heels
and we on'y escaped by the skin O our teeth !!
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