The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-08-11


make game OF his impending disfigure-
ment. So there grew within him fierce
sense Of antagOnism toward her that
steered perilously close TO hatred. She,
who was never ILL., would be impatient
with him in his coming loathsOmeness, he
decided, remembering her derision OF other
sufferers. He was goaded by the recollec-
ton Of a thousand hard things she had
said, a thousand slight indications OF
thoughtlessness 10 which he attached IN
due importance in the face Of his i'm
pending calamity. and which hardened his
resentment against her
Hoping against hope, he went to the
city to consult experts in the matter,
and when ne returned-his worst fears
now made dOubly sure-he saw sight
through his drawing room window
that did not add to his happiness. His
wife had just cut a curl from her head
and gave it TO the young captain from
the garrison, who hastily kissed her
and beat a retreat. No husband could
be an eye-itness to such a scene dis
passiOnately, much less 4 man Of Wick
ford's stripe He was beside himself
with rage and Indignation. He had
seen. and man may believe his eyes. but
he had not heard. and a man should be-
lieve his ears as well His wife had only
hirted in the most innocent way with the
gallant captain, who saw that his case
was hopeless for Nine. Wexford could
love but one man, and that one was her
husband.
The captain had just been summoned
TO the frontier to fight the Indians and
the curl she gave him and the kiss he
took were such exchanges of friend
ship as brothers and sisters might have
made. Isabel retired to her room, where
WEXFORD soon followed her. She had
Just dismissed her maid when she heard
the door open behind her.
Go 10 bed, Cloe," she said. listlessiy,
Il told you 1 should not want you any
more unless the child walked" Hear
ing no answer, she looked up into the
mirror, and there above her was Re-
fiected her husbands wild, white face,
the purplish spot on his cheek glowing
with sinister distinctness, and his hair
disordered and clotted with blood. Scream
ing, she hid her head in his arms. cowed
with abject terror at what she believed
to be an apparition.
Woman, make ready, I have come to
do the vengeance of the Lord" he said
at last, and his voice sounded toneless
and unnatural, like that of a sleep-walker.
You shall give up that beauty with
which you sought TO kill mems souls,
What you have denied me you shall give
no man.
The heart seemed to go out of her, and
she slipped down to the floor, grovelins
in her agony of fright. "Ah, don't kill
me!' she begged, huddled at his feet. For
the love of heaven, don't kill me, Cor
don. You will be sorry-so sorry after
wards" She threw her white arms
around his knees in the insistence of her
pleading, and the glory of her gold hair
lay along the floor where he stood.
He dragged himself from her clasp.
Black" he cried, his eyes burning with
delirium. BLACK womanl Do not try to
mesh me in your tolls again. l saw you
give those tokens to your lover, and by
the living God, 1 will shear you of your
attractions. as Sampson should have shorn
Delilah. then would he never have been
delivered bound to his enemies"
"Ah, spare me just this oncer' she plead
ed Il Will go away, Gordon; only don't
kill me oh, for Gods sake don't kill
met she begged, crawling after him on
the floor.
Il will not kill you nowr he muttered,
still in the dull, cadenceless voice. Not
until l can kill him, too, for there is no
! justice in sending one soul to hell with
out the other to bear it company You
shall go down with your paramour when
your time comes. but it is not yet; stand
up; stand up. l sayl Your gold hair shall
wreck no other mans soulr
1T is not So she sobbed ooh, Cor
don, you don't believe that of me? You
can't believe me that BAD But, half lift
ing her, he pushed her into a chair; then
selling the scissors that lay upon the
dressing table, he cut away the heavy
masses of hair that hung about her. She
could hear the hiss of the scissors as they
rent her glory from her, but she had neith-
er strength nor voice left to protest. She
felt now that her life was safe for the
present, but even in her first relief from
the geater terror vanity asserted itself in
a throbbing sense of loss as he strobe to
the chimney place and thrust the gilt
fn~fwv a,-a -
rammed it down with heel, and in a mo-
ment the room was heavy with the sitting
odor of burning hair.
She watched his movements with fas-
| cinated eyes as he disengaged a long gold
ilament that had caught on his sleeve
| button and cast that in too, scrupulously
| examining if any thread remained about
his person. IsabcIs limbs seemed paral-
| yzed by fear; she could not have moved
| hand or foot even to save her life.
| When nothing was left but black mass
\ among the wood ashes Wexford passed
| out muttering
And have made a holacust unto the
! Lord burnt offering''-and his voice died
/ away as he descended the staircase. Isa-
! bel tottered to the door and bolted it he
fore she crawled into bed and covered her
| head with the blankets. Thus she lay shiv-
| ering with nervous chills till towards
morning, when at last she dropped into a
leaden and unrefreshing Sleep
After this Wexford fell i'll with fever.
and when he recovered he swore that he
had not played the role of Delilah to his
wifes Sampson. He seemed to hate her
more than ever and would not see her
though she begged for a reconciliation
! The Disagreement of his face was very
marked now, and he doned the veil that
he wore till the end of his days The turn
! that Miss Davis story takes at this point
and its ending are so different from the
reader preconceived ideas that will not
| spoil their pleasure by limiting at the un-
! winding of the plot. 1.-The Yelled Doctor,
is story told for the storys sake. Miss
| Davis has good plot and she handld it
| skillfully.
This Dog Was "a Militia Veteran.
From the Chicago Times-Herald.
Arcola, nl.-"Military Jack" the nrida