Weekly commercial herald. (Vicksburg, Miss.) 1884-18??, 1885-09-11

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was not full, and the compartments were
small ones SO it happened that the two
people were alone.
Il was typical OF the mans cruel nature
that he looked forward with feelings of keen
enjoyment to the torture which be meant to
inhict upon the woman during those hours
Of travel, by forcing upon her the presence
which be knew so unwelcome.
'Oh, yes, Sarah he said jeeringly; II
followed you, and l shall never leave your
side until you lead me to my beloved wife.
It's nc good thinking you can give me the
slip. To save trouble Imay tell you l know
you are going to Munich. What a clever
woman you a7G Sarah. l am so much
obliged to you.'
She wrung her bands convulsively, then
covered her face and moaned. She had
acted. as she thought, for the best, but this
mans craft had overcome her. Her mistress
was to be made to suffer, and through her.
Through the one who would willingly sacri-
fee body and soul to save her from paint
Don't be sulky, Sarah" said Hervey.
'The games up now; you may as we'll give
in. Here, make yourself useful and fill my
pipe. can't use this COMPOUNDED right arm
Of mine"
She took no notice of his request, but
presently she raised her head and looked at
him.
'Be warned" she said In low tones.
"Once more say, be warned in time. Leave
this train at the next station. Fly while
you CAM
He laughed %scornfully. "Eow, is it like
lyg' he said.
She made no further appeal. She sank
back into stony silence, and from that time
no remark, no question, no taunt of the
mans could draw a word from her thin lips.
Hour after hour went by and Sarah Miller
sat in her corner motionless and silent as a
statue.
But her thoughtsl Her thoughts were
busy enough. They thronged and invaded
her brain. They changed and shifted from
incoherence to systematic arrangement and
back again to incoherencs. Through all tho
tumble the one fearful truth shone out dis
tinctly. She was taking this man to her
mistress.
No food had passed her lips since she lift
London. All desire to eat had left her when
she first caught sight Of Hervey's hateful
form. Her hands were hot; her veins
seemed full of fever, and now and again a
mist seemed to close round her, from which
she emerged only to see once more the cruel
face Of her tormeutor. So the hours Went
by.
Hervey had food sent into the carriage.
He also consoled himself at short intervals
with brandy and water. He bought cigars,
smoked them, and grumbled at their bad
ness. Sometimes he rose, walked out into
the gangway and stretched his legs, but he
kept q keen watch ON the m Not a
second time would be fail from lack Of Wig
lance. For amusement ne now and again
tainted his companion, and his jeers, ap-
parently 1nnoticed, drove her to the verge
Of desperation. Her hands grew hotter, her
pulses beat with fercer rapidity.
Toe sun sank; the twilight died away; the
lamps were lit. Every hour, every moment
brought grief nearer and nearer to Beatrice
Long before another sun rose the train would
be at Munich. The thought maddened tht
whitehead woman.
Shortly after the train left Stuttgart
the steward looked in and in broken Eng
lish suggested that the beds should be pre-,
pared. Mrs. Miller shook her head, and
signifed that she had no wish to retire *
rest. Hervey ordered more brandy ant
also declined the proffered couch. The
steward wished that he could have the re
fusal of one of those uDmade couches and
the time to occupy it, shrugged his should.
ers, and withdrew The travellers were once
more alone. In less than five hours the
journey would be at an end.
Suddenly a wave of inspiration hoodet
the poor woman's harassed brain. An in
spiration which made all things clear as day
A strange brilliancy shone in her eyes. Il
a fash she saw, or believed she saw, to wha
end these things were leading. Gods hant
was at work.
Had she not dreamed a dream in whic'
Maurice Hervey fguredl Had she not per
suaded herself when she first saw him tina
she had seen written in his face that hi
DAYS we're numbereda Was she not sure
sure as she was of her own eternal cor
demnation-that God meant Beatrice t
taste happiness as well in this world as 1
the next? The hour of dsliverance was 9
, hand. The Inspiration which had told he
that her errand would be crowned with SUI
> cess was not that Of q lying spirit. Go
was at work. Hervey had been led to tax
+ this Journey; to break the promise he ha
made; and thereby accept the fate for
!. Swallowed by the fearful words to which b
. finger had fortuitiously pointed. This jou,
0 ney, begun in craft and in defiance of God
warming conveyed through herself, woul
r never be ended. She, by the light Of b.
g Wild faith, read the Divine purpose plainl
n as if it was written In letters of fire.
a If the line of demarcation between fanat
cism and madness in the poor woman
brain was not by now entirely obliteratel
a it had grown faint, blurred and indistinc
She was lowering on the verge of ~insanit.
a and the method which sometimes lies
madness was at work and supplying the 10
of the reasoning faculties. Now that Il
truth had come to her, now that she kne
by inspiration why this man had been pc
3 mitted to trace and follow her and for
I while enjoy his triumph, she found herse
3 specializing and wondering how and
g what means the interposition Of the Divil
0 hand would be shown. She waited for Il
moment when, from some apparent
earthly cause, the cup Of triumph would
dashed from his lips. She waited al
waited, and although the hours passed wit
out a sign, never wavered in her belief th
even at the last moment deliverance wou
be brought about.
Once or twice she turned and looked
her companion, and by the same stranl
, fancy which had before seized her, pc
: suaded herself that the something which 81
imagined she saw In his face and which t
tokened approaching death, grew more al
moro distinct. She felt no pity for d