The times and democrat. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1881-current, 1886-08-19


to kiss him, and to mo hath called her vile
pame-and, o God! he hath driven her from
us. She is gone away from her home, sir
This very morning we found her gone! On,
cruel cruell He would not let me seek her
and now whereis is my innocent larnba Is she
dead of broken heart? Oh, my pretty one
why did I bear thee for this sorrow9 Better
had we died-better had we died. than lived
to see this bitter, wicked tinel"
With the joyous look fled from her white
features, she dropped her face into her hol'
lowed hands and broke into piteous sobblng:
With laborious roll of the eyes, which had
o vacant look under the darkness OF the
hanging brow, Mr.. Strangfeld gazed from
her to the doctor, from the doctor to her;
and he made picture Of G strong man sn1it-
ten with great and deadly fear, Of man
whose brains are Grazing under the appre'
hension of an unspeakable grief; for so he
looked
But obstinacy is an instinct-for qualities
are dropping and dying when instinct is stlll
a fou-ishing force-which will survive many
shocks, and give battle amid the languors Oh
dissolution and prompt the last breath as
who that has attended the dying but knows
Though the diary furnished evidence which
ninety and nine men out Of hundred would
have yielded their Judgment to in calm GER
tainty that the truth was at last mado plain,
it was evidence that could not dispatch the
stubborn shipwright's conviction. With
slow smile, SO full of anguish that all sar'
casm was lost in it, and holding firmly to bis
chair that the giddiness in his head might not
cause his body to vibrate, he waited until his
wife had drowned her speech in sobs; and
turning to the doctor, who had now risen,
and was looking at him with gaze OF steady
contempt and dislike, he exclaimed, IN
thick and struggling voice:
@Who is to prove to me that the characters
in that book be your sons writings II my
girls chastity be broken, stronger cement
than that'll 10 needed to mend It. And unit!
am better assured that your son hath acted
honestly by my girl, not ten thousand times
the number Of his pretty words shall stop me
from calling him villain"
"Read that" said the doctor, and he thrust
the paper he held into the deacon's hand, ano
took up his hat and made step toward the
door.
Mr.: Strangfeld, still wearing his painful
smile, opened the paper with q shake OF the
head and looked at it vecantly, holding it a
distance from him, as man might who
scarcely deems the thing he is asked to reae
worth the trouble of spectacles.
Michael" cried his wife, "your glasses are
in your pocket. Read it quickly, husband
for my sake-or give it to me! will read II
aloud"
She went toward him, but with faltering
gesture he warned her off. Then slowly
with stubborness in every move of his arm
he drew out his spectacle case and put on hi:
glasses and went round to the other side o
his chair, which was nearer to the window
to read.
They could not see his face, for it was to
ward them and he held tho paper before it
A whole minute passed; then said DR.. Shaw
in whisper, plying the agony Of the poor
mother: "Madam, your daughter is law
fully my sons wife; that is the certificate Of
their marriage"