The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1883-06-21

| PoOl, Ofcll OllC lttlS, lOI my sake. ]
will take the jewels tonight by til,
midnight train to New York, and OF
the morrow will meet John Brightly
with the whole sum"
Rose was thoroughly aroused. Sht
was naturally high spirited and proud
although those qualities were seldom
shown in her ordinary life. The knowl
edge of her brothers. baseness, wa.
probably the bitterest experience tha1
could have come to her. She felt tin,
hope of becoming John Brightly's wife
must he given up. She would not take
to him furnished name.
She hastily wrote note to Mrs
Moreland, by whom she had been en-
gagged TO sing that evening, and excused
herself. Then she went up to her room
and did not reappcar until in the dark
ness she stole to the railroad station
Rose was as inpatient us she was i'm
pulsive. The few minutes of waiting
i'll the railroad Office seemed as MANY
hours to her. With the knowledge Of
her brothers. crime weighing on hel
heart, action seemed the only thing
that could give her relief. At last the
midnight train started. Just as the
last car left the station, John Bright,
appeared running ut full speed. The
| locomotive went on; he was left behind
lie had spent all The evening in attempt,
ing Il letter for Rose. So absorbed had
he been in his task, that lie had not no.
ticcd the flight Of time, and hence his
lateneSS.
The next train would be in at 4:3O
| The farm was at least four miles from
The station, SO John Brightly concluded
| hnt hn mir I,i
was. lie entered the little office, which
at present was occupied by Il dinly-
burning oil lamp and Il sleepy cmploye,
and gave himself up to thought. lie
looked back Oh the years Of long strugg-
ling he had passed, in The endcayor to
| buy that farm upon the hill; and when
his object was almost attamed-when
the last inStalment Of the purchase
money was to be paid to the owner
| ltuy BElsmont had to step in, and, by
few strokes Of his pen, swept it all
away. 1t was very hard. "And yet
| she shall never know it," he Thought.
u Will save her from disgrace, il it
costs all have"
All that afternoon Ruy Bl,smont re-
manned in his room. lie wanted money,
and Il large amount, too. The only
means to obtain it would be to marry
Rose to rich man. Old, pompous
Mr.. willis, the wealthy man Of Moor
land, was the person he had selected
for Roses husband. Rose had rejected
him once, and then he applied to Ruy.
Ruy had promised for Rose, never inn
aSliIlny tnaC IliSA sister would d.ereS OPP
pose hls all-powerful will.
iuy Blasmont had found That Rose
had will OF her own. Brightly was in
the way. Brightly, doubtless, knew
more about the forgery than was agree
able for the fOrgcr. Brightly was a
dangerous person. Brightly would
leave Moorland by the midnight train.
Parbleul What can one do with a dam
gerous person? Ruy Blasmont showed
his white teeth, and closed his eyes as
if he were afraid that they would tell
the evil thought showing through them.
He was not aware that Rose had left
the house.
Shortly before midnight he stood on
the side Of steep embanllment, Oh the
| railroad, about two miles from Moor
l&nd. Ills hands were torn and bleed
ing. He had just succeeded in rolling
| a huge rock Oh the track. On either
side OF the embanllment was a narrow
path. Fifty feet below on one side was
the river; on the other were rugged
masses OF clay and rocks. Running
| along the emDanllmcnt until he reached
the field to the north Of it, he crouched
between the fence and the trunk of a
willow tree, and waited the coming of
train.
'Parblcup' he muttered "Monsieul
lc diablo will thank me for the cargo
l'll send him tonight. BAIL they'll
die sometime all the samc.' And lie
| shrugged his shoulders.
The light Of the locomotive grows
larger and larger. In another moment
The train will be OH the embankInent.
1t passes the field at lightning like
speed. The moon is at it's full. The
| engineer pcrceiVeS the obstruction; but
| too late. The locomotive strikes it.
leaps back, crushing in the nearest car
and plunging down the cmbankment
| There are shrieks and groans from mGl
and women, and crushing timber. The
locomotive, followed by tho train
plunges III among the clay aud rocks
At last it falls over Oh its side, and i'll
who arc alive pour from the cars. There
are many wounded and many dead; bu
Ruy BlasmOnt docs not SEQ JOIN
brightly. IIo sees another, however
and that is his sister Rose. With hcl
pale, still face lptllrncd, she lies anon,
the rocks, near the dismantled locOmO
tive, the light from it's reflector forming
Il halo around her.
Ruy Blasmont kncels by her side
Ills iace becomes rigid.
IA mistake" he says, cody taking {
revolver from the breast-pocket of IN
coat. 'I've killed the wrong one. Thi
time l will be sure" /.
lie points the pistol at his own heat
and fires. The ball passes through hi
head and he falls back corpse.
Tho news of the disaster travelled
quickly to Moorland. John Bright,
was the first to reach the spot. III
1oxcrted himself nobly, tendorly carin,
for the wounded, and revorently remoV
ing the dead. Approaching the spo
where the locomotive lay, in search O
more unfOrtnnates, he received an i'm
preston OF Horror that never left hin
until his dying day. lie saw Ros
Blasmont. lie staggered and almos
fell.
| "lSoscl My Rose!'' lie gasped.
"John!" she cried, joyfully openin,
her eyes, "Whcre am II Is it really yoi
John? Then am safc!o
| Shn 1Uoo co fo nnI ,,nh,,,t Gl,o IL.