St. Landry democrat., 1882-09-23

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gone if [ sit here with it tied 1>er M
head
'.Oh. no. no. They'll Kill ynl
Not they! They cant Interfere
with me.' Ct declare, felz as #
could fight Sammy and u dozen old
ladies' just them "Quck' now or
never" tied the veil over Any head
and lowered the window Is softly as
possible. There was no time. to lose,
| for the train was slackening speed even
then. | unlocked the door. She gave
ME one Jock that made me feel Drawer
than ever and inclined to cry, both at
once; and in a second she WAS out on
the step. The train stoppeIl. | saw
her skirt flutter in the streani of light
that fell from our open car5'iage door
across the down line of rails, and that
was all-and was huddied down I'M
der the big plaid rug with the Old wo-
man wide-awake standing over me.
"Drat the bov. Sammy Call the
porter; he S got out at the wrong side
Call-rn-l RESELL answered Sammy,
all in one word.
She pulled the door to and tramped
back to her seat. taking no more notice
of me than if | had been cushion of
the carriage. cit don't matter if he mas
broken his neck, either she muttered.
.perhaps we d better make no fuss
The train was off again. dared not
lump up while she was in tie way, and
thought must take my clE,nce at the
next station.
"Oh! my bones and isody" she
croaned, presently. 'Oh, shat a time
it has been. Sammy
No answer.
"Sammy!' She was up assyyain, and l
think she hauled him up and; shook him.
for something fell with Il crash like a
broken bottle.
You idiot she screamed when
YOU want all the brains YOU We got, and
more, too! TO play me this trick. Serve
you right if get out and Seave you at
the next station ugh .
1t sounded as if she were :banging his
head against the carriage That and
the fresh air seemed to rouse him. He
cot up and put his head ouf of the Win
dow for short time, and then replied,
: slowly and impressively:
Now look here, old woman. None
of your nonsense. When he's wanted.
Samuel Nixon is all there. And no
7 man alive can say he isn't he went on,
solemnly, holding carefully on to one
8 word till he was sure of the next. "As
F.; to this business, ask you-is it mine
: or is it yours? Now them
< "Yours, | should think: as it 5 your
4 wife who is giving us all this trouble.
t | wish I'd left you to fight it out your
c selves"
0 "Stop that said Sammy, who wa:
: talking himself sober and consequently
: savage "I'll not have it put upon me
. l didn't want to marry her; that was
4 your doing. and l don't want to make
5 away with her; that's your doing, anc
It if it's hanging matter, am not the
1 one to swing for it.
D "Heaven forgive you. Sammy sale
the old woman, evidently horribly
a scared. Don't We talk that way tt
: your poor old mother--don' Ii the
poor creature was only in her RICH
k mind she'd be the first to say her ole
!. nurse was her best friend-the onl,
d one she had in the world when her p;
e died and left her.
n Here she smiled little. Sammy gav'
| sort of derisive growl.
e "And as to her marrying you; /
1 stood to reason that she must MARI,
e somebody, sometime, lett all alone IL
5 the world with her good looks and he
e fortune; and why not my handsom
d son? 1t was luck for you, Sammy
|. though you turn against me now. Their
g you were, just come home from foreigl
e parts, without a haltpenny in your pock
ct, or a notion where TO find one; ant
e there was she without a relation or trlen'
:, to interfere with you-as simple as bah
y not creature to step her doing a
g she chose with herself and her money
1t would have been sin and q sham
2. to lose such 4 chance! OF course,
y wanted to see my handsome lad as goo
p a gentleman as the best of them Ih
III old woman seemed to he talking on an
on purposely; like telling rigmarol
g to child to keep it quiet. Samm
I. growled again in a milder tone.
a "Oh, yes. Say it's all my fault, &c
e. Y ou can talk black white when it please
YOU
ID sit Uas your fault, Sammy. 70
lie might have lived happy and peaceable
you d chosen. Haven't | been down o
ct my Bonded knees to beg you to let ne
:. alone when you was treating her ths
- shameful that the whole countryside
re was ringing with it. You know it. an
N others know it. And | can tell yo
ID what, Mr.. Samuel Nixon. if she d bee
1t found dead in her bed, as [ expecte
I every morning of my life to hear, the1
re wasn't a servant in the place tn:
re wouldn't have spoken up before tn
Is Coroner-and glad to do it. Who nav nav
ig swung for it then, I'd like to know
r The brute was mastered. L hear
him shuftling his feet about uneasll,
l then-in a maudlin whimper: 8 1t W;
st drink, nothing else, and her aggrava