Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1879-10-23
REUNITED.

rate prctcnsions, just outside of on Indiana
town, was hastily opened as night was
coming on and man was thrust violently
into tho street, or rather, road.
The mau who was ejcotcd was young,
oud might have becn handsome had it not
boon for the dissipntcd appearance Of his
features and tho untidincss of his dress.
At tho moment ho was evidently intoxi-
Gated.
Tho man who cjcotcd him was on elderly
gentleman, whose faco was rcd with honest
indignation, which also showed itself in his
voice and his language.
Albert Wakcly was lawyer of ability
and promise whom ho married John Byrd's
daughter Mary, although ho had already
contracted fondncss for drink.
This. passion did not abuto after his
marriage, but grew upon him, and at tho
birth of his boy he had become no better
than loafcr, sheItoripg himself with his
vito in tho house of his fathcr-in-law, to
whom his family looked for all tho ncccssa-
RIGS of life.
John Byrd was not the man to patiently
onduro his son in-law's worthlcssncss and
ill-trcatment of his wifo, and at last, when
Wakely oamo crawling into tho house after
prolonged absence and dobauch, he opened
tho door and expelled him forcibly.
"Go OFF, he exclaimed with his voice
full Of angor. "Go of, Albert Wakcly, and
never darkcn my doors oguiu! You have no
lougor home here, aud you shall never set
your foot in my house after this.
Wakcly murmured something about
wanting to sec his wife.
"Shc don't want 10 SEQ you. She is no
longer your vito. Go off, say Nobody
here caros what becomes Of you"
Tho old man went back into the house
and closed and locked tho door, while the
young ono stumbled up the road, his hat
over his eyes; and his faculties apparently
dazcd.
He thus wandered on, never looking up,
nor glauoipg to tho right or the left, stupid
and purposclcss, until he reached the bank
ola stream.
Ignoring the bridge, ho would have
walked into the water if he had not been
seized and forcibly restrained by Il man who
had noticed his strange movements.
"What, Wakely, is this you? What arc
you doing1 Where ere you going?"
IL don't know" Sss tho sleepy reply.
"Where am II"
"You would now be in the water if had
not stopped you. You haTo been drinking,
Wakoly. Come, let me takc you home"
At this word Wakcly suddenly straight-
cncd himself up, raised his hat and pushed
tho lair from lis eyes.
"Homc" he exclaimed. IL have 10
homo"
In response to tho wondering questions
Of tho other he related, moro lucidly than
might have been expected, the story of his
expulsion from John Byrd's house
That's nothing" said his friend. "Comc
to town with me, and straightcn up, and it
will be all right in tho morning."
"lt will never bc right, Mr.. Henderson,"
replied Wakoly. '"rhis is tho end of it..
have been driven out and deserve it and
will never set foot in John Byrd's house
again. That is not all. I will never
drink another drop of liquor as long MS J.
live, SO help mo hcavcn!'
"Don't be rash. 1t is good thing to
quit, but you will have to case of, you
know"
"Novcr! | will not touch another drop if
dio for it. | mean to leave here and to
lead new life under new name"
"lfyou roalIy mean that, Wakcy, can
put you IN the way to mako man of your.
solf. | am going to Colorado. Go with
mo and will pay your way and help you
to mako your own start in life."
you will do that, Mr.. Henderson,
you will earn my lifelong gratitude"
Whom John Byrd rc-entcrcd his house
he found his daughter Mary sobbing as if
her heart would break
"Nhat have you done, father" shc
asked; "what have you done?"
IL have driven away that worthless vag-
abond," he roughly replied, sand have
ordered him never to darkcn my doors
again"
"You might have givon him another
chance. llc is my husband and the father
Of my chid."
clio has had chanoo enough. lilo shall
not bo your husband much longer lie
shall torture you no moro. l will get
divorce for YOU"
III want no DIVORCE" sobbcd Mary.
"You don't know what you want. You
need divorce and you shall have it. I
have takon this matter iuto my own hands.
Worsham is roady and anxious to marry
you"
Six years have passed since Albert Wake
~ was summarily elected from tho house of
his fathcr-in law.
At the mouth Of canon in Southern
Colorado, whero the tortured torrent that
has passed through tho cleft in tho noun
tains becomes placid stream as it dcs
bauohes on broad aud fertile valley, & |
single "prairic schooner" has stopped, and
its driver, rude, red shirtcd fellow,
is seen in conversation with an old man
who ia oyi6onflv cyno<tnl.t;nc, with h;,, =,