The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1883-02-15

upon as an old fogy who is not entitled
to express any dir ct opinion. Perhaps
my ideas are rather old-fashioned-
wholesomely so.
Jack did not notice what was golnq
on, He loved his wife too dearly ever
TO dream of such infamy, It was 8
delightful experience to him to lister
to the balcony scene, and to follow the
hapless fortunes or the star crossed
lovers, although he could not help wish
ing that the Romeo would be n little
less intellectual and tritie more i'm.
pressive with the lovely Juliet. Prac,
tieally his wife and Dunkirque.. were
alone Jack told me all this long after.
ward without attaching any Importance
to it, nnd linked the fragments to-
gether.
Half an hour later stepped in. Jack
whispered to me not to spesk, and T was
greeted by Mrs. Sartorys with the usual
polite Indifference woman reserves for
her husband. Iu short, it was not ten
minutes before had seen enough of
tho situation, and concluded to step
outside for a lounge in the corridor.
The glamour of the scene had not touch
ed my jaded senses. could not help
seeing grimy stage carpenter up in
the flies, and this naturally did away
with all illusion. What an awful bore
if the man had dropped his old wide
awake upon the passionate lovers.
The door opened Ct was leaning
against the next box out came Mrs.
Sartorys and Dunkirque, she sliyering
in that hot atmospheIe-and triue
pale. Her eyes wore frightened look !;
and-yes, she did seem inclined to cry
N Oh IN o. e., IL
train" ;" she neryously whispered, "I
told jack that you would see me to my
carriage, and he-he-is going to his
club"
SO much the better" replied Dun
kirque, hurriedly. 1--WE shall not be
missed until v e are across the channel'
hate scenes bnt it was necessary
to do something. A little fellow whom
l had dandled on my knee, and loved
like son, must not be dupcd in this
shameful way.
Dunkirque hurried past me but l
reached the staircase before Mrs. Sar-
torys reappearance, hooded and cloaked.
God knows L never acted so promptly
before i'll my life, and yet have been
i'll one or two tight places. There was
But never mind. Lot the "oid man
When Col. Dunkirque's carriage was
called the coachman drove up with his
fur tippet nearly over his ears. The
night was cold, and Mrs. Sartorys
trembled, half turned for moment,
then stepped in. She had crossed the
Rubicon- and was lost
l wonder if she thought at that mo-
ment of the little hands that were fol-
ded before her night and morn, as the
little sleepy eyes wero raised to hers,
and jacks children lisped out their
usual prayer God bless papa and
! mamma and make us all dood. Amen T.
L do not believe that she could have
would have been there.
''Vladuct Station" called out the
colonel, fiingirg the fellow one of his
last desperate fight of the butterfly in
the sunshine. Aiterward he would have
time to repent or to die in n gutter un-
shriven. In the madness of the me-
ment he did not care which.
The horses dashed forward into the
darkness, pulling we'll up to their col
i"rs, but-they did moi 70 to Viadurt
Station
Half IN hour later, when they drew
up, the colonel jumped out to assist
Mrs. Sartorys to alight. She was
trembling still, and half inclined to re-
turn. Already the dark shadows of
the weary years to come were length
ened out before her. And the man
whose loYe she was about to betray !
Well, it was now too late to recede.
God knows she was sorry wo-
ExI,n,
''Sold T. Kissed the colonel. in his
rage kicking poor crossing-sweeper
who had rushed up to open the car
riaRe door.
81 was only a-openin' the door, 1"
whlned the old menllcant.
'D-n you !" TO amed the colonel
"you arc always opening doors when
you're not wanted. What the devils
late."
"Not SO fast, Dunkirque," T said,
swinging down from the box. the fur
tippet still upon my shoulders. "Wait
a moment. Mrs. Sartorys"-for the
benefit Of the servants.-"I have won
my wager. The colonel betted would
never drive him anywhere without his
knowing it. Let me take you into the
house."
Mrs. Sartorys took my arm, and
led her up the steps.
She did not speak, but smiled strange
ly and touched my hand.
Then I turned to Dunkirgue.
''You arc an internal scoundrel p l
said, taking him on one side. ''if you
choose to mako q scene Ill knock you
down, old as L am. No; shall not
give you satisfaction. Before you are
off, let me warn you to beware of Scot
land Yard. That bill of Lavingston's
has been placed III their hauds, and the
forgery traced to you."
This time he really won't to Viaduct
Station, caught the last train, and was
seen no moro.
Then returned to the house.
"You have acted Hke--a---hero," sob
bed Mrs. Sartorys. "I can never re-
pay YOU"
There stood Jack smiling in tho door
way. She did not see him. Ho must
never know. ....
ut was only trifing service, and
one which was only too happy to rem.
der" said, bowling low. "You over
rate 1t. A drunken servent is always
dangerous.
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