The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1866-1891, 1879-07-10

ReGan, sdEftt]5 IitaG YOU 1FeSIt5y ~ u
f:fittic more IKE OTHER people. 1t is con-
foundcdy unpleasant to have you going
about looking like mute at funeral. !"
Il cannot look more Unhappy than |
feel" she burst out, with gathering sobs.
why did I ever marry you? wish |
had died instead. Why did you not
marry this Storey girl, whom you make
love to now before my face? If you have
no feeling for me us Il woman, should
think you might slow at least common
respect for me us your wife"
Her tone, her words, stung George lie
Roy to the point of fury. my wife,"
he said. Heavens! wish you had not
that claim upon my tolerance. A man
rcaps a fearful harvest from youthful
mistake" Then he turned on his heel
and closed the door sharply behind him.
Eddie was only tritle more miserable
than she had been before.
The next day was Sunday. Parties
for church were made up. Eddie found
herself listlessly included in one. 1t
might ut least be more tolerable than
wandering aimlessl ly about the hotel.
As she was handed into the stage she
noticed her husband gathering in
Minna Storey's draperies within the
compass of Il light wagon, in which he
was going to drive her. She was talking
and laughing as usual. There was not Il
cloud on Georges face. The sight cut
Eddie to the heart. She averted her face
hastily. Her fellow passengers saw
what she saw; they pitied her. 1t is
hard to q young, proud nature to be
pitied.
The stage clattered off amid a cay
Babel of voices. A mile down the road
there was hill At the top of this hill
the horses took fright, one becoming
perfectly uncomfortable. Plunging and
rearing, they dragged the stage to the
edge of the mountain. The next mo-
ment the great numbering vehicle was
overturned and pitched down the noun
tain side. Then the horses, having done
their worst, stood still. The driver
picked himself up and surveyed the
scene of the disaster. The first object
that met his eyes was Mrs. lie Roy, who
had been thrown against heap of
stones. A messenger was dispatched to
tile hotel, who met DR.. lie Roy first OF
all in his no-top wagon.
Hurry! hurrym he cried. 1.-The
stage has gone over the side of the noun
tain. Mrs. lie Roy is dead"
George was off like the wind; but not
before Miss Storey had entreated, with
white lips, to be let out. He was alone
when he was confronted by Eddie's pitt
full pale face.
They gathered her up and carried her
to the hotel for dead. The rest of the
party escaped unhurt, except for trifline
| .,>l Er,,;cnc. h,,t ,vlnn thav l., iI
her on her bed they thought that life
was extinct.
might quote pages in support of tho
assertion that the worth OF 4; treasure Is
emphasized by the dread of losing it.
Harshness, indifference, neglect, dogged
George lie Roy's steps like stern accuscrs,
now that Eddie lay speechlcss, uncon'
scious, for hopeless hours. 1t seemed tc
him that he had killed her. If he haC
been with her this might not have hap
pened. Surely he might have shielded
her. Shielded her? All! had he shielded
her from other dangers. other ills? Tht
bitter reproach haunted him that he hat
betrayed his trust.
How utterly little and contcmptibl'
their disscnsions now seemed! Only th'
one truth remained, that she was his, thu
woman he loved, the only woman whC
could fill his heart.
He sent for her father and mother
They came, wrung by the cruelist an
cuish; but they came just us she bcSaI
to revive. Youth is stubborn: life i
obstinate: : and love wrcstled with prayer
; George lie Roy had never know
before what it was to face Il mysterlou
Providence, omnipotcnt, and yet heark
cning to supplication. :.
5 Eddie was given back to him again