The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1880-06-03
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They were making railroad from Ger
tain city to-no matter where. Suffice Il
that it was somewhere in that boundless
"Out West, and it ran through wild,
lndian-infcsted country, where fever and
aguc, and raids from the savages were un
comfortably familiar evils. Among thu
small army of employees was John Marshall
civil engineer, in charge of section in
one of the widest portions of the line. But
he was young, fresh from college, and
hard work and terrors had no dangers fol
him.
John Marshall sat one day in the rude log
hut which constituted his ''office." "cxamin.
Ing plans, making out acquisitions, etc.,
when shadow across his paper caused him
to look up. In the doorway stood boyisl
fellow of apparently eighteen or twenty
with smooth face, fresh complexion, curly
hair, and somewhat eflieminate in form and
figure In response to Marshall's inquring
look, he said IL have called upon you, sir,
hoping TO get work.
'Well, we arc full just now in the sec
tion,' was the discouraging reply. "What
can you dor"
"t can write, keep &C cunts, or do some
). thing of that kind better than anything
that-"
al see. You haven't hccn used to very
hard work, as your hands show"
mo, Sir; but if you will only try Inc, /
am sure you will find me willing. I am
very anxious to got work."
'But what sent you to this outlandish
place to find it2
Tho young man colorcd, but made no
reply.
"Well," continued Marshall, s'of course
that's your own affair, not mine. I can't
offer you anything in the way of work, be-
cause you don't seem qualified for severe
manual labor. want clerk-an assistant
bad enough; but the company wouldn't
pay you If l should engage you"
"That doesn't matter,'' said the young
applicant. "If you could only give me
board and lodging for few months would
gladly stay"
Every well. On those terms l engage
you. But what Is your name2"
Frank Burroughs, sir,."
So Frank was engaged to assist John
Marshall. and he soon proved himself n
valuable aid, Educated, quick, and ready.
he soon made himself Indispensable IN vari-
Gus ways.
''Months passed, and that portion of the
railroad drew near completion. In the
meantime Frank and John had become fast
friends They were inseparable compan-
ions, and deeper than ordinary liking
seemed to have sprung up between them.
"Frank, " said John Marshall one day,
"our section will be completed this week,
and then our employment here will be ut
IN end. What do you propose doing2"
81 don't know" and the youth hung his
head sorrowfully.
"As for me-, continued John, ~ am 60
Ing home for months vacation; and l
should be more than pleased to have you go
with me. III fact must insist upon it, for
in spite of your almost girlish ways-I
should be lost without your society"
Frank remained silent, seemingly opprcss-
ed with sorrow of some kind.
"You don't seem in good epirits to-day,
said John, rallyingly.
mo; am very sad indeed"
"Wiil you tell me why7"
ut would involve long story, and q
confession; one that requires a sacrifice of
self respect TO make"
''But we are friends
Eyes, and feel that you have right to
know. So listen with all the patience you
can. Away down IN one Of the lonely val
leys that dot our beautiful New York State,
situated near the hcad-waters of the Mo-
hawk, there lived a few years ago man
named Lamport, with family consisting
of wife and one child, girl. MIR. Lam
port had once been a prominent merchant of
Now York; but meeting with heavy losses
In his business through wild speculations,
he had sold out, and with the remnant of
his fortune had settled in the valley l have
just mentioned. Here he resolved to begin
the world anew. Possessed of u wife who
sympathized with him In all his trials, he
never despaired as many might have done.
"But one child had blessed their union,
little Fanny, at this time about eleven
years of age: In her, all the parents love
was centered. Mr.. Lamport had been at
his new vocation about three years, and
was in fair way to retrieve the losses he
had met with in his mercantile career.
''The little valley was but few miles
In length, and but little more than milo
In width, surrounded on all sides by high
mountains, thickly wooded But few other
families had their residences in tho valley.
The scarcity Of neighbors, however, did not
cause Mrs. Lamport to have any vain long.
ings for the society In which she had been
reared. Her nature was not Of an ambi.
tious turn. While her family possessed
health, and the wolf was kept from tho
door, she would never complain, but
would always be a loving and fitting help
mate TO her husband, Mr.. Lamport was
fully conscious of the treasure he pos
sessed In his wife and they were happy In
deed.
'"Thns things went well for time; ant
then calamity came. Both Mr.. and Mrs
Lamport suddenly died, leaving Fanny
alone, and almost pennlcss. Paralyzct
with grief the poor girl knew not what t
3 DO. The nelghbors kindly came forward
to assist her, and a hundred dollars In he
pocket, she went to relative in New Yorl
"a widow lady named Plessley. She wa
not a handsome woman; che was not par
tieularly rlch;. she was certainly owe
thirty. Those who merely saw her won
N5 dcred At the immense popularity she enjoy