The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1891-05-20
Her Love Saved His Honor.
A RECENT INCIDENT OF NEW YORK LIFE.

1t was nearly 4 o'clock in the after
noon. People who were going down
Cortlandt street stepped quickly to one
side. Those who were coming up did
likewise. This action made free pas
sageway for man who was fastening at
the top of his speed to the ferry. When
he came to where another street inter
sected Cortlandt he lodged in and out
between the wagons with surprising agil-
ity and without perceptibly Stacking his
pace.
He was a peculiar looking man.
Scarcely five feet tall, with shoulders of
the breadth of large and portly man, a
large head, set upon thick, short neck,
a derby hat two sizes too large resting
on his prodigious ears and exposing a
broad, bulging forehead; small at the
waist, with slender legs bowed almost to
deformity and toes that Tapped over each
other as he ran, he attracted scrutinizing
attention.
He passed the ticket punchers before
they had time to call upon him to halt.
By the time they thought of their duty
the dwarf was tapping man on the arm.
This man stood near the gate leading to
the boat, which was just coming in.
The man whom the dwarf tapped on
the arm was fully six feet tall. He was
dressed in the somewhat worn and ill
fitting garments of laborer. Over his
right eye was green patch. His beard
was two days old, and he had been clean
shaven when razor last touched his
face. His slouch hat was pulled we'll
down on his forehead.
The dwarf spoke to the man as he
turned about and bent his head down
ward.
but cannot come, Jimmy" he said.
Again the dwarf spoke to him in a
whisper. Then the two turned away to-
gcther. They went directly to the Sixth
: Avenue Elevated Station, the dwarf
. walking behind. When they reached
Twenty eighth it was dark and rain was
falling.
They went briskly toward Fifth avenue,
where they turned up town walked
few minutes, and the dwarf's companion
paused. When Jim came up he said:
"You must 60 in"
"But cannot"
''She is waiting for you.
The man went up the steps, reaching
the threshold just as the door opened.
He stepped inside. The door closed.
: Jimmy waited until he heard a sob just
as the door was closing. Then he hur-
ried away. His work was only partly
done.
He walked briskly and in little
while ascended the steps of residence
on Madison avenue. The door opened
before he had touched the bell. He
went inside and a young woman
closed the door. The dwarf followed
her up one flight of stairs into sitting
room, which was evidently her own.
& When she closed the door she said:
"Well, Jimmy9"
i "He is with his MOTHER
{ "Thank you, Jimmy. You can 60"
" When the dwarf had gone the young
woman stood looking apparently at the
figures of the carpet at her feet. But if
she had ever known what the figures
were they were then as far from her
thoughts as the date of the discovery
that the world was round. This young
woman was Elizabeth Dalow. She was
not beautiful. Her face was too strong
for beauty. But novice in character
reading must have seen that she would
be impressive anywhere. She was above
the medium height, with good figure.
Her eyes were clear gray. Her lips
were suited to mouth that could be
either firm or sweet. Now it was firm.
Her forehead was not high, but it was
broad, and her head sat we'll upon fair,
white neck above shoulders that did not
droop. She was woman who would be
heroine if put to the test. The test
was coming. Courage and strength were
required of her. When she raised her
head nobody would have said that either
was waiting.
Passing in to another room she quickly
returned in a macintosh and was ready
to 60 out. She passed quietly down the
stairway, opened the door gently and
moment later was walking swiftly down
the avenue. Later she passed up the
steps where the dwarf had left the man
with the green patch over his eye. The
door opened at her touch. She, too, was
evidently expected. An elderly woman
conducted her to a room at the rear of
the hall, smothering her sobs as they
went. Before she touched the door knob
she turned in response to hand upon
her shoulder. Elizabeth spoke--only
word:
"Courage."
Then they entered the room. Both
stood, looking at each other. The eyes
of the elder woman was suffused with
tears; those of Elizabeth were filing, but
her face was no longer stern.
- Mrs. Julia Gaylord was sixty years of
--age. Her face was sweet, pure,
womanly-such face as boy who
loves his mother never forgets, as man
instinctively trusts, and is better for the
trusting, as her husband had been, and
who had died leaving smile in return
for kiss that had opened for him the
gates to the visible sunshine of eternal
day. Mrs. Gaylord left the room, softly
closing the door behind her.
In few minutes the door opened and
young man entered. He was neatly
and carefully dressed. Tall, slender,
pale, aud with his eyes upon the floor,
he advanced to the middle OF the room.
His face was clean shaven. Elizabeth