The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1878-05-23

and it can hire men to throttle, anc
handcuff a husband for it. Now, Miss
Marsh, you deserve no husband. For /
that you are prosecuting to death, am
not the man that loved you. am his
cousin. And while the man that loves
you is fighting his country's battles, you
ard making unlady-like efforts to compel
stranger to marry you. Now, perhaps
some man, sometime, may marry you
but if my cousin is the true man that !
trust he is, you have lost his love, and
his respect, by this unwomanly proceed
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have only acted as your parents reques,
ted me to. All that I have done has
been. for their sakes alone"
Mr.. Williams saw and heard all this,
and he came to the conclusion that Frank
was not insane, only peryerse and wicked,
and he became furiously angry, and be
went up close to Frank, and cried out,
death fury! perdition! Why did you
insult Miss Marsh ?"
"Dear uncle" began Frank.
20, my God," cried out the old man,
"what sin have 1 committed that must
be tortured thus? Frank Williams, do
you hear me?"
"I hear" said Frank.
"Well, if ever you use such language
to me again MS that, shall die on Che
spot. say that I shall die on the spot
if you do that again, and my death will
lie at your door, my blood will be found
on your skirts in the great day of &C
count"
Frank laughed quietly. And'that still
farther infuriated Mr.. Williams. And
he began to trot about over the floor, and
utter anathemas at the hapless author OF
all the mischief. Frank laughed again,
the whole matter seemed so ridiculous.
He was handcuffed and abused because
he could not acknowledge that man as
his father. More angry became the man
till he yelled out:
"You're possessed of the devil, and,
by the way, III beat him out Of you"
He started toward Frank with clinched
fists. Frank seeing his intention, slipped
aside, and the mans impetus was such
that he fell to the floor. They waited q
little for him to pick himself up, and as
he did not they examined him, and found
that his undue excitement had culmina-
ted in a fit of the most horrid character.
The men were yet there who brought
Frank back, and they laid the man on
the bed, and sent for DR.. Wilson. When
he came he looked at Mr.. Williams, and
then turned to Frank and said:
"You will be the death of your father,
you ungrateful wretch"
"My father died years ago." replied
Frank. "Had you not better look to
your patient?"
EYES," said the Doctor, "I shall do all
that can for him, and shall see to you,
too; you horrid creature. You are no
more insane than I am; you are only the
most perverse being that 1 ever saw.
And it always comes of your falsehood.
You do not want to make your promise
to Miss Marsh good; and you play the
mailman to be the death of your father
and monther."
"He need not feign insanity on my
account" said Miss Marsh, "for have
ceased to take any interest in him. In
fact have not loved him one iota since
he returned; and l should be 10th to
keep my promise to him. He is not the
man that promised to marry. Here,
Frank, is your ring, give you back
your freedom"
"I am not the man." said Frank.
"Ah! You stumbled upon the truth
once. / never saw that ring before in
my life, and cannot possibly have any
right to it. Better retain it, Miss Marsh.
Frank will be here soon. I wrote him
to come"
"Why, how foolish and wicked you are,
Frank" said Nellie. "You dragged my
sled when I was little girl. There is
the very mole on your neck that you
used to boast of when you was little
boy, and say, Mole on the neck, money
a peck" r.,
am rejoiced to see you manifest some
spirit at last. / cannot find words to
express the great joy that felt when I
heard you say that you have no love for
this troublesome migrate. You are my
own brave Nellie. And now hope and
trust that he will find it in his heart to
own his parents, that they may find some
quiet in their old age"
Surely" said the tortured man, "you
are the people, and wisdom will die with
you. What will the next generation dc
for an Esculapius?"
Mr.. Williams was apparently as well
as ever in few hours. Miss Marsh, with
her fifty thousand dollars, was gone out
| from their lives, and they were compelled
to reconcile themselves to the inevitable
They removed Franks handouts and lei
him rest, and he said:
"Imust do what I can, conscientiously
to render comfortable these people who
claim me. Ihave found strange field oi
labor. But I will endeavor to find out
what my duty is, and then perform il
unainchingly."
But he sat down in his room and wrote
| to Jane Smith full account of his woes
And again he wrote to Mona Liza, and
wild prayers arose from the lonely, ach'
ing heart of the writer that they might
speedily reach their destination. He
knew how strong was the will of the
woman he was writing to. He knew
we'll that if the letter reached her, she
would find some way to assist him. And
strange as it may seem, and troublesome
as were the times, he found an opportu
nifty to send that letter in way that i
reached his aunt in short time.
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