The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1881-05-31

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in her love she feels that II they do this
thing, woman though she be, her hand
shall avenge the deed. s
"What have l done2" poor Jack goes
on with passionate vehemence. 81 have
never done anything unjust; l have
never pressed tenant unduly yet I'm
hunted down, marked out, pot by my
tenants-I don't believe they would dc
,t-but by some internal secret society
Don't look 80 wretched, Dolly it will
blow over. The Government must dc
something soon."
The girl looks up with flaming cheeks
sand if you we're shot, what would i
matter to me what 'the Government
were to doP What would anything mat
ter2 These dreadful things ought to bt
prevented: Jack. What good would 4
be to doanytbing after, mon calm p s
These weary weeks Of watching and
anxiety have told on Dolly Trevor, ani
her fair fresh face has lost its roundness
The door OPENS, and the butler appears
"A man to see you, sir"
Dolly springs up "You mustn't g,
out, Jack. Let me 60. Who is it, Mar
tin p
81 don't know, ma'am; but the polio,
are with him."
"It's all right, them" and Jack goei
out on some ordinary business, Will,
two policemen on the gravel sweep
armed to the teeth, watch closely.
Captain Trevor comes back to the di
ning-room. swell. Dolly, I'm off
Get the children down for minute
He knows we'll ,and 80 does she, though
neither says it, that it may be the last h
will ever look upon their pretty faces
Down they come; wee Cecil and smallel
Dorothy, shouting for "papa," and b
takes them up in his strong young arms
and kisses them.
Why does Dolly cry2 Only goins
out for q days hunting, yet you mus
say good-by like this! Martin brings {
sandwich case and flask. and with them
as matter of course loaded revolver
Captain Trevor quickly puts the ugly
thing into his pocket, hoping his wife
doesn't see il, but she does, and though
her heart jumps she is glad he is taking
II.
"Take care OF yourself, Dolly, ani
don't go beyond the place."
"You'll come home early, Jack ?" SHE
whispers, putting her face to his.
81 can't say" he answered with pre-.
tended cheerfulness.. "It all depends
upon what sort of run we have, go yor
mustn't be anxious if I don't turn up til
dinner time"
"No," Dolly answers, dismally think.
ing Of the long weary hours of watch
ing before she will see him again.
swell, take care of yourself !" he says
again. "Good-bye, my grill" He holds
her tight, tight for a second. and bends
his comely brown head to kiss her lips
that quiver for all the trusting words.
She follows him to the hall, holding
bis hand as If her close, clinging CLASP
could keep him from all harm. Hel
whole life seems made up Of this one
passionate, absorbing love for her hus,
band, and well she knows that it would
kill. her if aught happened to him, But
she smiles bravely while he mounts and
rides slowly away under the bare bran.
ches of the big elms. At the end Of the
avenue be turns and waves his hand and
smiles at the little figure watching him,
watching until the last CLEAN OF the red
coat disappears, and then with sigh
going back into the dining-room where
the children are playing on the hearth
rug.
It seems a terrible long morning. 1t
is only two hours since her husband left,
and to Dolly it is ages since she heard
his voice, and her heart is full of vague
and this is civilized coun-
try-free Great Britain.
Jack Trevor has, as he himself says,
done nothing, broken no laws, harmed
no one. Kind.hearted generous Jack
he wouldn't be guilty Of cruelty to man,
woman or child for the world; yet the
last few weeks have been weeks Of ter.
ror to him, during which he, his wife and
his children have all been threatened
Ballyhague is desert. Such few cattle
as were not MANNED have been sold
Captain Trevor Is under police protec-
tion, and for what? He asks the qnes-
ton often enough in his own honest,
straightforward way, and no one seems
able to ans wer it. His land is let below
the letting value; his tenants have q fair,
just, honorable landlord to deal with
but any day, any hour he may be shot
His corn and hay were burnt to cinders
long ago, and ruin menaces him.
A very dreary morning. Mrs. Trevor
watches the children, out for their walk
and a lump comes in her throat as she
sees the little procession going down the
avenue in the soft gray light OF the win.
ter noon; baby Dorothy in her perambu
lator, little Cecil walking BY the nurse
and two policemen armed with loaded
guns keeping keen lookout on eithel
side! II it were not 80 real, 80 terrible
Dolly could almost laugh to see the per
smbulator, with the two great policemen
in attendance. However, it is no laugh
ing matter-only a wise precaution
Outside on the terrace under the draw
ing-room windows another policeman
marches up and down. 1t seems incred
ible that this thing should be necessary
in the year Eighteen Hundred ani
Eighty.one, but so it is,and Dolly is get
ting accustomed to be guarded ant
watched. She goes out, too, and walk.
about with the children, protected BY
their escort. They see nothing, beal
nothing unusual. 1t is a soft, lovely
day, with gray sky and taste OF spring
in the air; but Dolly can take no pleas
ure in anything till her husband is saf'
home. She gathers a bunch OF violets
and comes in again, with that vague un.
easiuess that has made her 30 restless o.
late whenever Jack is out of her sight.
The newspapers are full Of agrariar
outrages, land meetings, and threatening
notices. Dolly glances over them, bu
the subjects are not cheerful, 80 the pa
pers are laid aside, and she writes a Ions
letter to school, girl friend in England
After beating about the bush for som'
time, Delly scribbles out of the fulinesi