The Cecil Whig., 1885-12-05

the PROSTATE man besought him for the
sake of God not to strike.
"Misheal,' said the negro in voice
low, husky, yet indicative of profound
est, deadliest passion, 81 ben tryin' to
come up wild you, jes' ben you, us two,
evy sence day tried Edy. Misheals,
my wife nuver pisened your wife; God
knows she nuver done it an my be-
lieves is dat you ken keep her frum
bein' hung an ef you don't-oh, my
Godamighty eff my wife git hung fur
what she never done to dat white
oman dat beat her, an 'bused her, and
posed on her, an put whelks on her
back that she'll kyar to her grave, and
you don't hender it from bein' done,
you know what I'm gwine do? Pm
gwine to follow you wharsomever you
goes, an'-kill you an den | m gwine
to de coteouse an tell 'em l done dat,
an den dey may hang me, to. You
hurd meH
"Let me up, Shade, and I'll talk
18th YOU
"Han' me dat pischll you got in your
| pocket an I'll do it. Handle hur keer-
ful. Take hur by the bari an GIN lie
de handle
He rose, pale and trembling.
"What can do to save your wife,
Shade?'
"Go to de coteouse an tell 'em she
nurver pisened yourn.'
"But the jury, Shade
ooh, kur nothin' bout de jury. De
jury nuver b'lieved me, and dey'n be-
lieve you. You know Edy nuver pis-
ened Miss Sheals, an you got mighty
little time. Eff my wife had been hung
I'd a-killed you fore now. You needn't
try to ketch me ner dodge me. When
dat oman die for dat l want to die too,
but III git your blood fust, and I'll do
it when you don't war it. Listen to
me, Misheals-'
AT that moment the tramping of
horses feet was heard. Shade turned
and recognized the overseer of the ad-
joining plantation riding towards them
at brisk pace.
"You better be kurful how you talk
to him, said the negro hurriedly, and
vanished within the woods.
weren't that Cages niger Shade,
Bev? Hello, man, what's the matter?
You look sick
81 am sick, Bill. Ben sick ever
sence-no, no; that weren't Shade. 1t
were-it were our Sam. l sent him iii
the woods thar to hunt blackjack to
| make maui
"Whar wus you gwine, Bev?'
'To the dobbin-feld whar the plough
hands is at work but l feel SO bad,
Pm gwine back home.'
"Moult then. Pm gwine 10 the
crossroads to git my creeter shod an
We'll ride together fur as the road. l
were in hopes that were that rascal, an
you's got him an stopped his prowlin'
around hopin' to git that devil out.
Don't you b'lieve, Bev, that he has
somethin' to do with that tremenjuous
| business
"I-I- No, Bill, ken but think
the poor feller were innercent O. that
81 amt shore O. that cert'n. When
he found out what that Internal sarpent
had done, he mout of showed some
feelin' for somebody besides of her.
"Ah, Bill, mans wife is his
wife!" His face expressed such an
guish that theother changed the sub
ject. After they had parted Sheals
rode on to Mr.. Adkins alighted and
entered the small building wherein he
slept, situated in a corner of the
yard. In about half an hour, having
put on his best clothes, to Mr.. San
ford's. After some renewed affec-
tionate coincidence from the old man
and brief chat on ordinary topics,
Sheals invited him to walk for
some special conversation. They
left the house and seated themselves
at the foot of an oak on the hillside,
some rods from the spring. Here
they conversed for more than an
hour. When they had returned Mr..
Sanford drew up two papers, both of
which were signed by Shoals, and
one was witnessed by Mrs. Sanford
and her daughter.
"It's a power of attorney, my
| uGdIS, llldl DlOlllCl SllCdlS lids Just
| made for me to attend to some bust
ness for him.
Immediately afterward, having Or
dered his horse, he redressed HIM
self, and taking his wife aside in
formed her on what errand he was
going and enjoined silence upon her.
81 hope-oh, do hope, my dear
husband, that something can be
done for the ignorant creeter. But
oh! Mr.. Sanford, how poor Brer
Sheals is to be pitied. He looks
dreadful.
"He to be pitied, indeed, my dear.
When the two had reached the
public road they parted. The
preacher, while the other was wiring
his hand, said
"God Almighty bless you Beverly
Sheals.
The Friday came. Every night
Shade, by concerted signals between
himself and his wife had learned that
no news Of any kind had come from
SheaIS The crowds beoan DOurjno