Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1882-03-23

made the very playthlng OF chance, toSSet
from hand to hand, from billow to shore, ant
back again on the mercless waves, only to b'
stranded forever on the rocks of desolatiOl
and despair.
When he had fingered in this room awhile
he went to his own chamber, and locked tht
door. The moonlight streamed broadly il
through the open window. Its radiance fel
upon the polished surface of something that
Law on little table beside his bed. 1t was g
pistol, which, by strange chance, he had thai
day been handling for some purpose, and hao
forgotten to put aside.
He took up the weapon, and looked at it
A strange smile came upon his face. "Odd
that should haye left this here" he said tc
himself. 'There seems to be something sug"
gestive in the fact. How easily, with this
could 1 end everything How quickly find
oblivion from my mysery !-Howmany, in my
place, would seek it's friendly aid %
The idea, however, quickly passed from his
mind. With resolute air he put the pistol in
it's accustomed place, on shelf within his
closet closed the door, locked it, and threw
the key into drawer.
''It shall never be said that Destiny made
coward of me-" he said. "But why am
wasting my time thus Much remains for me
to do the morning will soon be here" He
closed the window and struck light. His
purpose was to write, and arranging his mate,
rials on table before him, he sat down, and
after some deliberation, commenced his task.
Having once commenced, it seemed easy for
him to pursue it. His pen flew rapidly over
the paper For the space of an hour, he wrote
without intermission, then the pen dropped
from his hand. AS if utterly exhaustd by the
effort, he leaned back for some time in his
chair without motion, his eyes closed, and his
features fixed and pallid as in death.
The striking of clock in the hall below
aroused him from this stupor. 1t warned him
of the lateness of the hour. 1t was twelve
O'Clock
"Already ~ he cried, starting up. "And
have made no preparations yet. Well, they will
not take me long. Atfour-letmes see-yes, at
four it will almost be daybreak Before that,
1 must rouse up Saunders and make him get
his boat ready. And now, what is it 1 must
do ?-Oh yes, recolect."
He got out his travelling portmanteau, glanced
over some papers and other tri1es lying loosely
inside, and threw them on the floor. Then
opened a drawer, selected some articles of
clothing, and proceeded to pack them up.
This task was soon accomplished, though he
stopped once in while during it's performance,
pressing his hand in confused, hesitating way
to his forehead, as if there was pain there
that annoyed him and could not be driven off.
''Strange this dizzy feeling" he murmured.
"It reminds me of the typhoid days. All,
how much better it would have been if those
had ended in different way! And yet my
convalesence was very pleasant. remember
when she used to come over-my little So
phy-no, no, not mine. 1 was wrong-all
wrong. But don't blame her. God bless
her; God forever bless and guard her! 1
wonder if she will think of me kindly some
times? Yes, 1 am sure she will. She has
such tender, pitiful heart. Poor little heart.
Would that had not added to it's sufferings.
But meant it for the BEST She knows that.
1t is my comfort to think that she has always
known it.
''How weary feel. The torture of life
time has been condensed into the last three
hours, and like prisoner taken off the rack,
I long unutterably for little repose If do
not rest, my strength will fail me. I shall
wake up in time"
In cropping manner he made his way to the
bed. With the light still burning, he threw
himself dressed as he was, upon his pillow 1t
was not long before he slept or seemed to
sleep but even in this repose feverish rest
lessness agitated him. Incoherent mutterings,
as when under the influence of delirium, es-
capped his lips. A vision fitted before his
dreaming fancy, and this was what he saw:
A stormy, wind-tossed sea, it's pillows roll
ing mountain-high and, and struggling against
them a lonely ship, damaged by the tempest,
and feebly trying to make her way to the still
distant shore. He heard the signal guns
booming, and the voices of the eager, laboring
crew the orders shouted by the captain, the
very tones of his hoarse voice, sounded dis
tinctly in his ear. Then came joyful words of
hope, the signal of approaching help, and a
small bark, manned BY few brave men, ap-
pearedin sight, promising rescue to those on
the slowly sinking ship. Then an interval of
oblivion, in which darkness engulfed him a
bewildered, slow return to consciousness, to
find himself saved from peril, and his rescuer--
Sophy's lover. The whole scene passed before
him as vividly as in reality. He lived through
it all again. 1t was less dream than an ac-
tual, living representation of what had oc-
CURED.
The vision passed away. On his senses a
calm was gradually stealing. Like the hours
of peaceful repose which had followed his de-
liverance from his great danger, came a res
pite from grievous recollections and distress
full thoughts. An angel face smiled upon him.
A voice of celestial melody sounded in his ear,
blent wondrously with the echoes of other
and half-forgotten voices, which had wrung
through his childish days. Now far, now
near, strain of harmony vibrated as from
golden chords and as he listened, the vexed
contraction of his brow smoothed magically
away, and in it's place smile as peaceful as
childs settled upon his features.
Was it the hand of an angel that stamped it
there When the light of dawn stole into the
room, where the candle in it's socket had burnt
QOWU, lG pldyeu upOl GilaV oiullo, oolOhC1 lliol
fable, traced in lines that no mortal eyes would
see fade away.
TO BE CONTINUED.
TIE USE OF ToBACCO.-It is rather singu-
lar that Americans are the only civilized peo-
ple who habitually chew tobacco, although
sailors of nearly every nation are addicted to
it's mastication. 1t is singular too, that we.
| nrnhahlY employ tobacco in other ways less