The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1884-03-13
SeIsstsD Story.
1 GALWAY ATTORNEY.

town, and yet his poverty was not
caused by any lack oflegal ability.
On the contrary, few attorneys
could badger a stubborn witness or
cajole an ignorant jury as we'll as he.
But he had one great fault, and a
multitude. of other little irregulari-
ties followed in its train-Georgc
was fond ofth bottle. This degrad-
ing vice, naturally enough, kept
him ont of clients, and kept Mrs. S.
out of pocket money, and other lit
tie necessaries SO essential to the
mother of a few urchins with which
Providence blessed her.
One evening Mrs. S. came into
the office with a very long and wry
expression of countenance. s
Mr.. Somerville, are you aware
that We are on the verge Of ruin?''
Goodness! madam, you astonish
mew 80 E
a'Astonish you! I declare you
take it very easy, sir. You should
be ashamed to acknowledge that
your wife knows the state of your,
affairs better than yourself
$50 madam we are on the verge
of ruin2"
Exactly, sir"
SlIITo1 What than 2''
"I declare, sir you'd annoy a
saint, with your provoking GOODNESS.
How can you talk thus of a matter.
ofllfe and death. Have you no
way Of extricating US from the per-
il in which we are placed? If you
have not, then tell you that you
will not have a roof over your head
this day month. The opportunities
of your creditors are growing so
threatening that I can no longer
stave off the fatal moment. All
credit is exhausted. Irepeat, sir,
something must be done"
l quite agree with you, mad
am; but the question-what is to be
done?" ....,
Il will leave you leisure to solve
that problem, SIR said Mrs. s.,
slamming the door after her, leaving
her worthy lord and master aperfect
picture Of helpless absurdity.
George was terror to everybody
he met. He could tyrannize over
his own superiors in the Law
Courts. All who had dealings
with him felt uneasy in his pres
cnce, as if they feared the wither-
ing sarcasm of his tongue. But
there was one person on this planet
who wasn't one jot afraid of the law
yer, and that person was his wife.
We left him sitting alone in his
office, as we shall call it., for bust.
ness, Of any consequence he had
none. Something must be done"
said he to himself, with strong en-
phasis on the ssnust,' but the tan
tilizing question would again pres
ent itself-"What in the name Of
all that's wonderful can be done?"
"Ha!'
After that exclamation came
a long, and, to Judge from his coun-
tenance, painful chain of thought.
At last he started up excitedly.
ayes, I will do it." ...,
Without one moments hesitation
he opened private bureau, and
took out beautiful smoking-cap
with a gold banda very remark
able cap indeed-and, placingit on
his head, surveyed himself in the
glass. A cold smile dawned on
his face. Perhaps it was an un-
meaning, Cassius-like smile that
might as well have been scowl.
All! George, if the countenance is
an. index to the thoughts, some
qualm of conscience had nearly
shaken your purpose then. He
wasn't the man, however, to do any
thing by halves. Going to the
same bureau, he took forth small
six-chambered revolver and a pair
of whiskers. Putting all three in
his breast pocket, he started out
unknown to his wife, muttering to
himself, "How lucky l thought Of it
in time. In another hour it would
be to late. No murder in any case
whatever comes of it." Crossing
fewfelds he got out upon the high
way, and in less than an hour was
FIVE or six miles from town. Here
he paused breath2ess, but had
scarcely time to don the cap and
Whiskers when the sound of wheels