The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1894-07-27
"You didn't think it would be par.

lery. Lady Edith of the White Hand
will fetch good price from a soap
man. couldn't have stood that de,
pressing female much longer. She had
II way of sticking her hand out at one,
rs if a fellow couldn't live up to it.
Pm sure L didn't want live up to it.
I'm thinking Of joining the mounted
police iii tho Northwest Territory.
They're u splendid lot; aud there's al.
ways the pleasureable excitement oi
being scalped by The Man Who Rides.
A-Mulc With His -Face-To The Tail,
or some other equally .long-named
hero.
"rhe experience wouldn't be of
much use to you because it could only
happen once"
"Ye-, suppose so. There are worse
things than being scalped."
"possibly."
"And SO goodby to the old times
and to-to Lady Edith. When man
is on the brink Of rum it is best for
him to forget t-eyerything.
eyes" she said almost insudibly.
'It is best FOR him to forget, lrlt not
every thing. IL am very sorry foI
YOU.
lie pressed her han | lightly to his
lips. She knew that this Was his
characteristic farewell to the hopes he
had cherished. Womanlike, she was
.agry nt his silence. And then his
wrctchcl pride. Sho had enough
money for both. What did hiu poverty
matter? Hadn't no that delightful
gallery OF ancestors, some Of whom, il
repor} spoke truly, were little better
than tho wicked. You couldn't buy
family portraits like that. There
were plenty OF dubious old masters in
thn market, but few undoubtedly "old
mi>Sisses,' rs Mr.. Eggleston called
them.
And here was this irrational youth,
who loved her, going off to be scalpe6
by Pawnacs, or Comanches, or Sioux,
or Anachcs, or any other outlandist
tribe of .ulinus with whom tat,
mi ,ht confront him. Why not stay
Mt home AMI have his hair pulled only
III the family circle? And it was suct
beautiful hairl
He disappeared in the darkness.
feeling that desperate sorrow which
only comes to n man once in life
time, foc the simple reason that he
couldn't possibly live through it
twice. "By Jove," he muttered be.
tween his set teeth, "it would go hard
with any one who crossed me to
night"
"Har Harry" gurglod a choking
no
'Elpr
The next moment Harry had jumped
into the bushes. A bullet whizzed by
his ear rs he did so, and a cowarily
ruitian who hal half 5trangled Mr..
ESglcton fled into the unknown.
"My wife's portrait" cried Mr..
EreleSton. "rhey Knocked me down
us I was coming u the walk"
Harry ran swiftly down the avenue,
his pulses tingling with fierce JOY,
anil all the savage within him revellins
in the prospect of fight.
Just ms he reached the gate his foot
trippcl against II rope, which was
stretched across the drive. There
was another shot-a redhot, soaring,
tearing dart i'll his shouider-anu lac
fell forward on his face, whilst tho
cracksmcn made off across the fold,
curain9 their own stupidity in begin
ming operations SO prematurely.
Perkins disappeared with them.
Harry was carried into the house
an1 bid on Il couch. Doctors were
telegrnphcl for right and left. For
hours he remained with pallid features
and closed eyes. Tho doctors shook
their ncals and looked wise. The
woun w.ts serious one; tho bullet
har to iiul; if certen things didn't
hirp"n The patient would recover; if
they dill happca, he wouldn't; that
wa all TIA. could DO extracted fro III
them NJ they Hollcd with sphinx like
gravity, nul returned to their pa
tient.
Sempronin sat beside Harry through
the long night. 1t was useless to dis
simulate any moro. She was quito
fearless and ~ white as wax. Every
now nul then she moistcuel his lips
or smoothcl tho pillow, but did not
give way to her grief. 1t was only
toward morning on the second day
after the doctors hal extracted tho
bullet that she betrayed any excite
m.nt. In the cold, gray dawn arobin,
G"iulcd into momcntary chcerfulness
by tho thought that spring would
surely co;An some day, began to twit-
ter his chccry melody to the case
mrntH glimmcring square.
The song Of the bird smote Sempro.
MIA. She Shivcrcl, and, bending over
tnc wounded man, kissed him passion.
ately. "Ah, she moanod, rs she flnng
Herself on her knees by the couch, "l
was cold nnI hard and cruel to you,
but never meant to lot you leave me-
would have followed you to the
woriU5 end for one word OF love, but
you were SO proul-so proud that |
could never humble myself to tell you
SO. And now--now you will not know
it, >"
She pushed back her hair and stared
with wild, wan eyes into the gray
dawn. Thon wonderful thing hap
pcncl. The sleeping man opened his
eyes and smiled. From that moment
he grew better. 81 seemed to hear
your voice fMintly and afar off," he
explained, when he was able to 'sit
~ and take little nourishment, as
Mr. H. ,rlnsI,,n ,,ul IL az ,yna nrnsaip n