The Southern herald., 1889-08-30

q sad, Wistful look in her eyes She
had an awful cough. an once the
doctor told me Liza would never be
well.
1--WE found her lyin' on the floor
one day. with her eyes closed. There
was a bit Of paper near her. She'd
tried to crawl to the stove and couldn't,
so she'd tore the letter up in little bits
We couldn't make out q word, but we
knowed Joe wrote 1t.
AFTER that she never seemed to get
we'll We took her to my sister Annie,
and she would lie in stupor-like for
days, but when she opened her eyes
she was always askin' for me. Seems
like she wouldn't let me out of her
sight She'd want me to be beside her
an she'd put her arms around my neck
and draw my face close to hers and
say: You amt mad at me, Sally,
no more, is youP I've kept my prom
ise.'
'The great tears brimmed over
Sally's eyes and she went on: i
couldn't leave her no longer. so told
Miss Southworth, an then / went to
stay at Anne's, an took care OF Liza
Oh, but she was beautiful, Miss Sue,
her cheeks was pink an her eyes SO
bright Some days she used to be we'll
enough to be dressed, an she'd set by
the window and look out as though she
was holdin' her breath to listen, but
she kept her promise an never men
toned Joe's name. She seemed SO sad
1t almost broke my heart, and one day
! says: Liza do you want to see
JoeP'
"'Such look as came into her eyes!
an she smiled like her old self, an
then the wistful look came back an
she answered, so low | could scarcely
hear her: 'You told me l must never
speak his name"
1.-The sobs jes' shook me, an kiss
ed her and said: ''You shell see him,
Liza, l will send for him" But she
caught my hand an says: mot now,
Sally; not now. Not till l am dying.
l thought may be he had been here"
"An oh, how wished he had, when
| saw the look in her eyes. ia give
my life to have had him care enough to
ask how she was; but l had to shake
my head.
THAT night we sent kilograms over
the country for him Liza knew next
morn she was dying. Then she told me
bout the letters she'd got from Joe. all
bout robbery. anywhere he'd slowed
the things, but she said she dared not
tell me, because she'd promised never
to mention his name. She wanted to
see him. She said he was afraid to use
the things for fear of bein' caught, an
all this time Liza had been mournin'
over it an waitin' to write him to give
them to her; she'd take them back and
bear the punishment.
"'We told her we'd sent for him to
come; but she died that mornin' with
the listenin' look ON her face, and that
day we read in the papers that Joe had
been arrested for the robbery, but that
he got away from the officers; but they
fired at him and shot him dead.
"There," said my wife, s1've told
you the story, and did not mean to.
You must hear Sally tell it,
! was filled with excitement; there
was something more than that story
in what my wife had been relating.
She had been so interested in hearing
OF Liza, that she had not noticed some
peculiar facts connecting it very close
ly with our own life.
Would you mind asking Sally to
come in here to meP" | asked
BE careful in questioning her, dear
or you may not get what you wish.
am SO glad it will do. George, but be
sure and show sympathy for her, else
you can not get her to tell 1t in nat
ural way"
Dear me, Sue!" l burst forth. al
can not contain myself; don't you see
any connection between that story
and our lossP' / pointed to my empty
safe. Cant you remember when we
lived in Orange and was not so poorP
Can't you remember a colored coach
man by the name of Joe Ramsay, whose
mother kept greenhouse
"Mercy!' cried Sue, jumping up
81 never thought OF it! You don't
think that was Liza's husbandP'
II certainly do"
well, but Sally knows nothing
about itP''
But we may get some clew to these
bonds and
Twill call her." and away few my
WIFE
The pretty mulatto, with her sleeves
rolled up to her elbows, came into the
room. My wife with subdued excite
ment stood beside her.
MRS. Kercheval has been telling me
OF your sister Eliza and OF her husband
Joe Ramsay" pronounced the name
boldly, but Sally seemed not to notice
it and answered.:
Yes, sir"
My wife nodded excitedly.
ibid any one ever know where the
bonds we're that he stolep" ] asked
quietly.
Sally took step forward, her eyes
wide with astonishment "You know
about them, thenp Sirl Obi do you
know who lost themP"
Joe Ramsay was my coachman. We
lived in Orange at the time. He was
arrested for robbery, but was shot