The times and democrat. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1881-current, 1886-04-22

inrs occur. There are few Englishmen who
do not visit the capital either at shorter or
longer intervals Something must bring
Grant there; so I waited and hoped.
Chance pure chance, brought about
what Ion ged for, but not in the way eA-
pected. ! did not stumble across my foo in
the street; did not hear chance mention
of his name and so hit upon soma 0ue Hho
knew him. found Eustaca Grant in this
wise:
This year q book, which at olcs took the
public's fancy immensely, made Its appear
ance. It was but novel, yet work the
depth and research of which, combined
with it's pathos and humor, arrested all
readers attention. People were curious 70
know who was the author. The title page
bore one o. those names which strike every
one as being a nom dc plume. Perhaps the
book WIGS not the less read because certain
amount of mystery was kept up as to who
bad really written it.
Sometimes, not often, since that crushing
blow had al len upon me, read what nap
pened to come in my way. This particular
book was one which came in my way. l
began to read it. and am bound to say that
the opening chapters we're written ny SO
mastery hand that at once experien ced
something of the general interest which the
tale had called forth. But before I had
read it hMf through, my interest and ex-
element were such as no author has by bis
merits ever awakened in any reader. l
gave q fierce cry Of triumph. threw the
book from me as If it were reptile. 1 nao
found Eustace Grant!
For one chapter Of that book contained
an account of the hero's journeying through
q part of Switzerland, and the account was
the same as Grant had given his auditors
on the night when first met him, and
hated and mistrusted him Several of the
most amusing and out of-the- way incidents
which be then related, and which were
sufficiently droll and strange to impress
themselves on my memory, were in these
pages once more narrated. Eustacc Grant
was the author of the successful book. I
thanked my memory, which had in second
brought his adventures back to my mind;
and memory brought back more than this.
1t brought back Viola, listening with
smiles on her face to her guardians las she
called him) amusing recital It brought
back the days when 1 wooed her; the day
when told her my love; the day when she
was mine, as thought, forever; the day,
the black day, when she fef-When Tor
hours and hours waited and would not be-
lieve the truth. 1t brought back the last
two wretched years of my life. 1t brought
back all Of which Eustace Grant had
robbed me, and laughed the laugh Oh
devil when thought the time was at hand
when he should pay ME for his act
trod his book under my foot Hypo-
critic who could write Of honor, virtue and
truth, yet act as he had actedl Well, bis
time has come at last!
But now to find him-to know where l
must 20, to stand face to fece with him!
The next morning called on the publish
ers of tho book told them l had reason
for believing that its author was an old
friend of mine. Would they tell me his
right namel
They could not. They believed he wrote
under pseudonym; but they knew him by
no other. 1 asked if they could show me
letter of his. Certainly. A letter was
banded me. placed it side by side with
the letter which Grant had written me just
before my marriage, and which l had for
tunately preserved. l compared the hand
writing; then returned the authors letter
to the publishers.
''Thenk YOU" I said. II find am mis-
taken. My friend is not such fortunate
man as hoped to find him." Then went
my way. Mistaken! No, was not mis-
taken; but feared lest, in writing to Grant,
his publishers might mention tho fact OF
my having made these inquiries. No; every
doubt was now set at rest. The two Letters
were written By the same man-writtcn BY
Eustacc Grant. As / looked at tho second
letter, 1 had impressed the address upon
my memory. 1t was dated from st. Seurln,
place which, upon inquiry, found was
little moro than fishing village on the west
coast Of Brittany.
They had not fed very fur thenl The
nearer the betterl Every hour which must
pass bsfors Eustace Grant and meet will
be grudged by me- In forty-eight hours
we may be face to facet
That evening left London. My prepar.
ations for the journey were soon made.
Among them was included the purchase of
pair of double -barreled breech-ioading
pistols which carried heavy bullets and
were warranted to shoot straight as line
had already learned that in hand to hand
struggle my foe was my superior. laughed
as my fingers closed lovingly on the han.
die of the weapon which placed US on an
equality.
SO l started to end Eustace Grants
dream as suddenly ns he had ended mine!
TO BE CONTINUED.