The times and democrat. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1881-current, 1886-06-17


come to Wyedale with all spell"
II wait impatiently, and write mean-
while, so that our letters will cross"
These are the letters that crossed:
"MY DEAREST KATE: Your telegram fills
me with alarm and with joy, and I should
not be the honest Dick hope lam if did
not say that joy is in the ascendant We
shall be two happy people, because we can
make sacrifices for each other. Our love
has nothing Of selfshness in it, and while
we have postponed our marriage for the
sake Of others, we are now, it seems to-
hurry it on because we both love our dear
Joe, and you are miserable in his absence
Well, so am L so far as it is possible for
man to be miserable under the circum-
stances You have got ONE strange fancy
into your dear little head about Joo, and
will not be satisfied without following him
to New York. I take you at your word,
and shall write to Manchester by this post
to fix my vacation, and I am glad to say
nv partners Can well afford to let me 60.
Business has prospered with us, and the
future is even more hopeful than our most
sanguine expectations. So sweet Kate,
my dear love and friend, we will become
Mr. and Mrs. Richard Woodville as quick
as the law and the church will let us, and
then Hail Columbia The hours are weeks
until I get our letter in the morning, my
dear, dear Kate.
II Love to Aunt Dorothy, and heap Of
kisses for you-one Of which you can trans
fer to A. D., but only one. Your own,
"D1cK"
'My DEAR, KIND DICK: Our dear Joe is
dead am sure of it-dead and buried in
that grave in Kensal Green. Don't
think me mad. Aunt Dorothy says
1 am; she Is very good to me. DR..
Ware says the news of Mr.. Needham's
death, coming upon Joe's letter describing
their meeting, has upset my nerves Law
yer Wood has put the affair in what he
calls its legal and logical shape and
laughs at me. But OIL Dick, there is an
instinct that is above logic, a pain that is
beyond medicine My heart knows its own
sorrow, and my heart mourns for our dear
Joe. He is dead and that man Needham
has gone to New York in his place. Mr.
Green may have name that suggests ridi-
Guile ani belief in supernatural things
that seems foolish. But I have seen Joe
since he left us, and he was standing by the
white column in the churchyard. l said
nothing Of this until I read Mr.. Green's
lotter in The Times, and then my heart and
soul ard mind, all my being, were filled
with the revelation Of Joss death. It was
on Saturday night. You had just arrived
by the mail from Manchester. The clock
was striking ten It was a lovely night
There was beautiful moon. looked out
of the window to blow a kiss in my fancy
far away to Joe, when the moonbeams
seemed to strike a halo about that
white column in the chur chyard,
and though it is quarter of mile away,
distinctly saw, Joe standing there.
He was in evening dress and he looked
towards me and then turned sadly away.
While l gazed transfxed, Il cloud passed
over tho moon; and churchyard, column,
tho sad vision and all vanished away
Dom you remember that was sal all the
night! Don't you remember that Aunt
Dorothy gave mo her smelling salts, and
that she was very angry because evoked
at whists Don't you remember that you
said looked pale and ill the next day at
church, and that you put it down to poor
Mr. Luke's sermons Your cheering words,
Aunt Dorothy's kindness, helped me to
begin to forget what I had seen or fancied,
and Joes kilograms on Monday quite cured
me until night, when the death of Necdham
shocked me, and the letter Of that member
of parliament in The Times OIL Tuesday
drove me crazy. l recalled the vision of
Saturday night, and my heart seemed to
cry out he is dead, your brother is MUIR
dered, the wretched man who was like him
has poisoned himl' could not shake it of,
l cannot now, even after your letter and
assurances, and the evidence at the inquest,
the identity, the letters, everything. | am
u woman, and not logical; am a woman,
and don't ask me to reason. / love
him; ask my heart, Docs he livef The
answer is, NO. 60 into his room,
I touch his coat, look at his picture
Does he live9 ask. No! His dogs 60
whining about the place, the summer wind
moans in the trees, my pigeons come and
nestle upon me as il they knew and vera
sorry. Two of the roses Oh the grave
whare Joe's heart was buried with hers Ia
loved so land Iloved her dearly as could
love and did love every thing he loyed)-
two of his favorite rose trees ara dying,
and never saw so red and angry sunset
dS GldI VI ulEs -'O", uCehiCoe O4SfNt
come back to Wyedale and take me to New
York. That is, if you care to have so for.
lorn companion. I have told You all
feel and fear and dread; but am still the
busines,-like little woman you say you ad-
mire, and mean to be very shrewd and
business like, and either to find jos alive
Oh the other side of the sea or to track his
murderer down. So if this is the sort of
woman you care to marry, go to Doctors
Commons, get the license, bring it, and my
things are packed for our journey And,
oh! if God should be so good as to spare Us
this awful calamity, if He should reverse
it as He can, if that vision and all the
rest should bs nothing but q little disor
der and au ovcrwrought fancy, Us Aunt
Dorothy says, then, dear Dick, my best
friend, what Il happy, happy world it will
be! Come to your wretched, loving
KATE"
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