The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1889-06-28
Lou paused for moment in the door,rap.
scriiption, greatly overestlmating him

plclons-should he have any-of the
real state of affairs, Loo accepts the at
tentionEs Of Q gentleman whom the Cap
-edr'p asfJduced to her notice. The
consequence be'ng that Littlefeld soon
becomes her shadow or second sclf,
greatly to the Captains own discom-
future.
What she can see in that follow, n
remarked the Captain to his confidante.
Madam Dnadas, lis beyond me. Why,
he Is nothing put q conceited ass at the
very best"
Six weeks go by. The grass begins
to grow in little green patches on the
lonely grave in the country cemetery.
1t is quite the middle of June now, and
here and there in the consecrated
ground are punches of rose trees in
full bloom.
Engrossed with her Irritation with
Hazard, Miss Lafarge has no time to
give thought to the quiet sleeper
whose place she has usurped. But if
Miss Lafarge has no time to think of
the dead girl. there is one TINT does.
The "motherly woman" in her in
finite sympathy and goodness of heart,
goes often to the little burial ground to
mpseby the lonely grave of the stranger,-
whose untimeIy death she is never tired
of talking about.
As the weeks 60 ny sme spoouiaSos
upon the subject, and wonders if no.
body will ever come to claim the very
few personal effects that belonged to
the dead girl. She believes that some
where IN the world there is some one
who loved and cared for the ono that
had met so terrible fate. And she is,
therefore, not much surprised one
sunny morning to see q strange man
walk up tho path leading to her door.
And she is ut once interested when the
gentleman inquiries, in o voice which
betrays emotion, carefully modulated
though it is:
"Is this the h, place where Judith Doni-
The "motherly woman" mods in the
affirmative.
"Yes. In this house, and in this
room, throwing open the door. will
you walk in and sit downP"
The visitor enters and glancos about
him. He is unprepossessing in his per-
sonal appearance, and his face is sinis-
ter. His figure is short and heavily
built, with shoulders SO very broad as
to suggest suspicion of padding. A
thick black beard struggles down
either side of his full, red face, and
sweeps upon his breast. His eyes are
keen and twinkling, shrewd in express
sion, and Of q red color. His clothing
is black and evidently much too tight
for his body, Upon his head is a silk
hat, and he carries q cane. His walk is
q stride, and he glances around the
room with an dir of scorn.
"You say she died in this room?"
The "motherly woman" again mods
in the Affirmative.
"In this room. near the spot where
you now stand"
AWho was with her when she died 2"
ho asks, biting his lip.
"Only the doctors"
"Was she conscious?"
@No. Directly after the train was
wrecked, q number Of the wounded
were brought here. Among them was
the lady you have asked about. She
was terribly burned, and in an uncon-
scious condition when she arrived. She
lived but few hours, and died without
realizing her extremity"
"And she was alonep"
Eyes. But stopl There was lady
who"
"a ladyi" he calculates incredu-
lously-"a lady?"
"A ladyl" affirms tho "motherly
woman" "And the lady said she was
friend of the girl that died, and /
guess she was. / know she sat by the
body, and sho paid the undertaken. and
she followed the corpse TO the burial
ground. Then she went away. She
said the poor dead girl had no friends
OF any consequence"
The visitor bit his lip again.
"Have you anything in your posses
sion now that belonged to the lady
that died? 2"
The "motherly woman" mods swift
ly. She disappears presently, only to
return again with traveling-bag in
her hand.
~This is ALL" she says.
1Allp He grasps the bag, opens it.
There is the usual paraphernalia
combs, brushes, powder-box, pencil,
and lastly-a diary.
The stranger snatches at this diary.
He scans page after page in an eager
fashion, then he closes the book sud-
denly. at was hers" he says in q
hushed tone, moro to himself than to
his interested companion.
"Still--"
Then be bites his nails sayagely, and
glowers at his companion.
rWbeve 10 bcy purse2" he asks, "a