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

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DAY, MAY 81, 1881.
not often seen in q woman's face. All
the soft, womanly beauty has given
place to this fierce, strange woe. Then
the words fall from her lips like wall:
"They have. killed him! Oh, my hus-
bandm i,aaG-s .a,t,e -.
There is woe and weeping and desc
lation in Ballyhague; lights flshing,
servants running about wildly, the wo-
men sobbirg, the men with pale. scared
faces; all ihdistinctively keeping out of
sight Of the stricken wife, who, with a
face like death, gives her orders with
such awful calmness. She has no hope,
will listen to none. She knows as sure
ly as if he lay dead at her feet that her
husband has been murdered-that she
will never hear his voice again. Never
again. and she does not cry. yet. The
fountains Of her grief will have all the
rest of her life to weep themselves dry.
Yet there surely must be some linger-
ing of faint shadowy hope in her
breast, for during the terrible hours of
torturing anxiety that follow, Dolly
moves softly about, getting all in readi-
ness, making preparations with her own
shaking hands. And oh, the pity Of it
all, to see the poor wife turning down
the bed-clothes, and lighting the candles
on the dressing-table, to have all ready
if SO be that Jack is brought home not
dead! e9
FsssOnly once does she break down; that
is when she passes into Jacks dressing.
room and sees his things hanging be-
fore the fire in readiness for, him, his
slippers warming on the hearthrug-the
slippers she worked with her own. hands
in the happy days when she was first
married. At sight Of these inanimate
things she breaks into tempest of tear.
less sohs. slack! Jack! my darling
my darlingr'- She is wild with fear and
grief. Poor Dolly! in all the days to
come she can never have such happiness
as the few short years of her welded
life. And as she waits and listens and
watches, while every heart beat is bring
ing the time nearer, she does not know
that what she is suffering now, the al
most uncomfortable suspense, will, in the
after days, seem az nothing compared to
that greater other suffering that is to
come.
Jack, riding slowly home in the creep
ing, lengthening shadows of the even
ing, little dreams that this is his last
day on earth He has had good sport,
and in the pleasures of the moment had
almost forgotten bis troubles; but now,
moving slowly toward home with a
friend, it all comes back to him again,
and he talks it over with. certain quiet
vehemence.
DR.. RYAN, jogging along beside him.
thanks his stars that he doesn't own a
rod of land-that he is in nowise de-
pendent on the vagaries OF misguided
peasantry or misguiding agitators.
"Chear up. Captain Trevorw he says
heartily. Gall this will blow over when
some strong measures are taken."
81 hope So" Jack rejoins. "This is
my road, and I must get on now, or the
wife will be anxious; so goodnight,
Doctor"
"Good-night! and DR. Ryan is the
last man who sees Jack Trevor alive.
All unconscious of danger. he is RI
ding home at trot, for the horse is
tired after the long run, and Jack goes
slowly on the grass near the hedge.
smoking cigar and thinking of many
things. Herthinks of the run to-day, Of
the friends he met, of Dolly, and thought
of bis pace little and pushes on. The
twilight has given place to, a pale moon.
light, that looks ghostly enough across
the meadows. 1t is lonely road, high
banks on either side, and slowly, slowly
comes Jack, the horses feet making no
sound on the grass, the riders strong
figure showing dark and we'll defined
against the clear sky.
It's all over in second Two shots
-one after the other. s
"My God!" cries poor old Jack, and
swings forward. The horse rears and
ptnnges, and his rider falls headlong on
the grass, stone-dead, without moan
or wall, after that one cry to his God.
=. In the pale moonlight two menSfy
across the fields. Jacks horse gallops
away up the road; he lies there on his
face, shot down, murdered, within half
mile of his own gates.
So they find him lying in the moons
rays, cold and dead, fiat on his face in
the grass. To morrow it will be in all
the papers: ssAnotner landlord murder
ed!" Then nine days talk. and then
it will be forgotten by all but one.
Reverently they carry him In at his
own gates and up the avenue he had
ridden down in health and strength only
this morning. There be lies, cold and
lifeless, in his red coat, his poor face up
turned to the heaven that is more mer.
ciful than man, carried home to his wife.
Yes, carried home to his wife and laid
at her feet in the lighted hall where she
stands waiting for her husband.
"Leave me with hint" Hf3 ~ -.
1t is all she says, and so he is laid on
his own bed, and one by one they GO
softly out of the room and shut the
door and leave her alone-alone with
her dead. u sf
Worth Remembering.
Now that good times are again upor
us, before indulging in extravsgan,
show, it is worth remembering that nc
one can enjoy the pleasantest surround.
ings II in bad health. There are hun.
dreds of miserable people going, about