The times and democrat. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1881-current, 1886-08-05

her now was CTuet SelSo OI uedPy slbllloS
and the despair that bares the nerves Of the
heart for the sunshine and human eyes to tor
ture.
Crossing the space Of shingle on which lay
the fishing boats roasting in the sun, she
toiled along the sand toward the ravine
which led to Greystone school When she
caught sight Of the schoolhouse the pulse Of
her heart grew smaller, and nor feet
dragged. To the nervous, modest girl,
whose shy spirit all the might and fire Of
love had scarcely endowed with bravery
enough to keep her bold in secret meetings
with her own husband-whose coming to him
was always a sweet scamper to his heart and
breathless concealment there until blushes
waned under kisses, and courage rose to
whispers-thoughtso Of an interview with the
naughty little doctor, whose fiery prejudice
had earned him hate and fame among th'
sect she belonged to-who had held her own
Cuthbert in awe and was always named by
him with fear-was terrifying, indeed.
But, then, what would become Of her If she
had not spirit to push her quest into the pres
ence of the ono man who could, If he chose las
she believed), give her more information con-
corning her husband than all the rest Of the
town put together' Bravely she stepped for
ward under a supporting impulse, and walked
firmly to the door Of the house.
The servant who answered the summons
happened to be a Greystone woman, and
knew Jenny we'll by sight Much surprised
she looked to behold the daughter following
the father so quickly, for the deacon had not
left tho house five minutes when Jenny az
rived
"Can see DR.. Shawl"
ayes, miss, think so" replied the servant,
taking it for granted that Jenny knew her
father had just called "Will you walk in,
pleasew
Now, DR.. Shaw was at this moment ve-
hemently pacing the study, and revolving,
with mingled emotions Of horror, doubt and
rage, the communication Strangfeld had
made to him. Five minutes is no time for
such spirits as his to grow calm in; and, with
desperate frown upon his forehead, he was
muttering eagerly to himself, and in a quito
audible key, when Jenny was announced.
"Show her imp he exclaimed, astounded,
and rooted himself against the table, con-
founded by this utterly unexpected and en-
tirely new condition Of the trouble that had
come upon him.
The strange, pale beauty Of Jenny's faco,
and the hint OF pride, and the sorrowful
dignity in her manner which were there
through her hard end violent effort after
courage, made the old man stare at her with
unaffected surprise. Then, with an elaborate
old-fashioned bow, he saluted her, and com
ing round the table, placed chair She ad-
dressed him at once in q sweet, plaintive
voice, fixing her sad eyes on him.
~ have to beg your pardon for calling on
you, but am seeking my husband, whose
home is here. They tell me he is gone; but
cannot believe that he would have left me
without sending ME a message; and, in my
sorrow, whom should come to but my huS
bands father?- ough indeed indeed, moth
ing but my misery would have made ME in.
truds upon you."
"No intrusion, Miss - Miss Strengfeld-
at least, ahem! I am so much taken by SUR
prise, madam, so little qualified at this mo-
ment TOTO"
The old gentleman smothered his incoher.
ence with another bow, and, pulling out his
snuffbox, looked shyly and frowningly upon
the floor.
ut should have been Cuthbert's duty to
tell you we are married. knew he had not
done so, for last night he was to have seen
father and broken the news to him; but he
did not come, and this morning they say he
is gone Oh, DR.. Shaw! can you tell me
where he Isl Do you know? Have pity Oh
me, sir! Without him I am very, very
lonely; and if he does not bear witness to
what say IL"
The poor girl broke down, biting her lip to
flo v;orht of thap1 chou 'd
anger the old gentleman.
II positively assure you that am as gror.
ant of his whereabouts rs yourself" he re-.
piled hastily, that she might not labor under
wrong impression one moment longer than
he could help "His ungrateful conduct has
wounded me to the heart. All lost night l
sat up waiting for him, not doubling that he
would return. But-may I ask you il you
are aware that your father has just left me''
She shook her head.
"He and have been discussing the subject,
and can only trust" continued the doctor,
"that, to my sons unnatural conduct to his
father, ho has not added deeper, more
objectionable, an inoxpiable offense."
~ am truly his wife, SIR"
"Truly! Pray forgive me; l may lay
rough fingers on wound my heart would
choose they should touch tenderly. But let
me ask you, when were you married to my
son9" said the doctor, forcing his voice into a
tone Of suave composure; for emotion could
not be permitted to qualify his dear delight in
asserting his elegance and breeding.
'Three weeks ago." replied Jenny anxious
ly, with her heart beating painfully, for she
feared the next question.
"He was in London three weeks ago. He
went for a little holiday, as at that time l
suspected his depression, or absent fits were
owing to tho monotony Of our scholastic dis.
cipline. Were you in London Them"
"No, sir; was at Sydenham stopping with
my aunt Rachel I met Cuthbert, by ap.
pointment, on Wednesday morning at the
bottom Of the hill on the road to Dulwich,
and there we took the coach that passed and
afterwarl, when we reached London, he put
mo into hackney coach and we drove to n
church, where wo were married"
The doctor applied q pocket handkerchief
to his forehead.
"a strange rascal!" he muttcrcd to himself
II had never given him credit for so much
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