Maryland independent. [volume] (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1874-current, 1891-09-25
PORT TOBACCO MARYI4N Nd SEPTEMBER 2s 1891

"IIave l done well?" she asked her
elf. "Oh, have | done right in put
pig his love away from me?"
And conscience answered, "Yes."
George Dacre went down to the
illagc, his hands buried down deep
2 his trousers pockets, his hat drawn
yer his eyes.
al won't be treatel like a child" he
sept muttcring between his teeth.
And BY the way of proving his indie
lcndence, he spent the evening in the
pr of the little red-curtained village
ayern, and did not refuse to taste the
iquor when it came around.
"As if didn't know as well as any
nc when I've had as much as is good
pr me-" said he to himself.
And so matters went on for week.
ho boon companions of the village
Congratulated Dacre upon his spirit;
le sensible ones eyed him askancc
nd poor Dora Wi,sey never said
ord, but went about with her head
Popping like a broken flower. But
be saw George Dacre once, lounging
own the street with an excited face
nd oud laughter; and after that she
Cascd TO question herself as TO
Neither or not she had done right.
There was to be a political meeting
I Cbsden, the next village, and all
&c little world of Woodsidc were
olng. Dora Wilsey had come down
e the depot 10 see off a party of
fiends, and just as the train moved
sowly on man hurried out of the
sation and made for the step of the
tllrd car.
"Hold OH, Dacre!" shouted the sta
ton-master. "You'rc too latew
fpm not too late!"
The official threw himself before
George Dacro.
rFor Gods sake" said he, "don't
try to get on. You're drunk"
FI'm not drunk"
With savage elolt of strength,
Dacre flung off the restraining grasp
Of the station-master, and made blind
gIasp at the platform rail of the last
car, which was gliding by. He missed
itand fell directly under the wheel.
They took him out, blind and
bleeding mass of insensib,e humanity,
while poor Dora Wilsey pressed for
ward with ashy pale check.
els he-dead?" she gaspcd.
1snAe -----. ss'--sfe5s sss.'a-e '.'.f
sci his heart. "And no one can say
didn't warn him. But a drunken
nan won't never listen to reason"
Victoria Fame had been spending
he winter in New York, and as soon
S the spring violets spangled all the
ields with blue, she came back to
Voodside. And the first item of vii
age news which she heard was that
rheodora Wilscy was married.
"Marricd!" cried Miss Fdne. "No
0 George Dacrc?'
"Yei, to George Dacre."
ooh, the silly little fooll' said Miss
Cane, almost angrily. And after all
he warnings | gave her. However, !
hail go and see her in any event. She
vas always my fayorite of all the girls
IL my Sunday school class, and if she
eally docs need aid and counsel, |
hould be the last one TO refuse to ex-
end it to her."
So Miss Fame put on her things and
vent to the cottage beyond the mill
yhere they told her George Dacrc
ived.
Dora met her at the door with a
adiant face.
"Oh, Miss Fame, am SO happyn
ried she, her face dimpled with
hanging smiles and bushes.
"IIappyI" said Miss Fame, dryly.
well, tastes differ"
But as she came into the neatly
,arnished little room she saw that one
# George Dacre's limbs was replaced
" wooden stump, and that the hair
brushed down low over his forehead
lid not entirely conceal a deep scar
= !sisiis asiisiis~sravcYsed 1t Cr0ssWise.
"Gracious Heavensl" cried she,
topping Involuntary. 'Whafs is the
natter?" And Dora burst into tears
1t the question.
"Don't mind her, Miss Fame" said
)acre, cheerily. Give been dead and
low I'm alive, like the prodigal son
If Scripture. And Pm afraid I've
,cen like him in more particulars than
,ne."
"But you haven't told me what was
Inc mattcr?" said Miss Fame.
"It-it was a railroad accident"
iaid Dora family.
Little one, ycu don't speak the
whole traih!" said 3>acre, smiling.
''Miss Fame, l was half mad with
lrink, and believe / threw myself
under the car wheels.
deserved TO be killed, but God is often
norn r1aroifui IN re tbnn &, ruar,o.tod