The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-03-03


was aroused from deep -lumber by loud
drumming on the gaOl door Her little
room opened upon the gaol kitchen she
found 10 handy. no, only for the sake
Of the additional warmth OF the huge
stove but as being further away from
the gaol itself. Of which she had "a whole
some terror ever since countryman OF
hers C'The Alarchioness" had first seen
the light in AIiddleseX. England died sud-
denly on a somewhat rough scanold in
the gaol yard. The cOuntryman in ques-
ton. after killing three men with an AK
and burning two women to death with
The powerful aid Of a Kerosene lamp
pleaded hereditary insanity when brought
10 trial.
Ina new country like Canada such pleas
are looked upon with marked distaNor'
consequently the Englishman IN question
had paid the penalty Of his crimes M ms
last moments. however, having heard that
The Warehouses was "A countrywoman
of his and that she IL was who prepared
the delicate meals which softened MS
captivity. the murderer had requested the
pleasure Of her company al his obsequles.
THE MarchiOness,' not daring 10 ieiu9e
this delicate mark Of appreciation, but
trembling with terror. had stood beside
the freshly-dug grave ia one corner or
the gaol yard. holding dog scared pray
er-boox in one hand, borrowed for the oc-
casion. and "A black-borderod handker-
chief in the other, thus Adequately eVln-
cling her respect for The deceased, as
she ever afterwards called her country
man.
IN to the time Of that memorable eN-
perience. The Marchioness, slab-footed,
angular, with watery grey eyes, narrow,
eloping shoulders, and scanty wisps OF
hay-colored hair, had never known an
element Of romance in the twenty-one
wears of her life. She had been picked up
49,. 4f..- fea trfaG ar
Tanada in the hope that there would he
a place for her in that generous ample
bosomed country When she reached Inc
Four Corners. however, the general oplh-
son was that Canada had no room TOT
so "witless a crittur The MaIcIloH-
ess" sat on her box at the end OF the
wharf "Oh Il you please. take me TO tho
1aol'' was all she answered in reply to
the questioning crowd When II was
found that she had arrived at the -Four
Corners in a semi-pubhc capacity, as It
were l. C., factotum and 'hlred GIRL
10 cook for the gaol staff and prisoners
general commiseratiop was felt for the
eaolers and their lambs. IT'S sorter
plavin' il low down on the prs ners. why
the sight Of that scrawny, tallow-iaced,
ongainlv female ouEhter take away what
little appetite the've got left SAID ABE
Nlillar as he watched THE Marchioness
disappear within the frowning gales oil
the gaol. ,.u
.'The Warehouses " apparent insensioil-
ttv al the funeral of her erring country
man dn reality she had been almost be
side herself with fright tended stu less
to win for her the liking of -Four corners
folks. She was not soclablei she KEEP
herself to herself; and, Growing sin OF All,
never got any fatter on ali the good food
v.hich she ate. During her brief holi-
dsy THE Marchioness always strolled
away into the Bush in preference 70
Yningling with the giddy crowd although
IL was popularity rumored that no mos
quito would touch her, no horse-lly cast
a passing glance in her direction She
had no friends, no aims, no ambitions
no desires save to do her work and 70 DC
left alone She was always grlmy. Hence
her soubriauet of The Warehouses by
a facetious fellow-countrym who once
STAYED with the Presbyterian minister
and went away deeply depressed py tne
sight of her unparalleled ugliness. FOLK
from the Back Settlements had lurking
IDEA that she was an English lady of high
deeree who was allowed to keep her title
when Vanished to Canada by the English
government on account of her "homely
appearance
1.-THE Marchtoness" generally kept her
temper. She lost it once. however When
q denizen Of the Bush, wishing 10 any
himself with the English aristocraey' had
nTOpOSGu 10 neA ~
frame house and generally de
sirable. if somewhat primitive lot.
After brief cyclonic interval
of impassioned reproaohes from the lady,
he found himself fleeing for dear life, hot
Nv pursued by THE Marchioaess with
chopper When called upon for an eA-
planation of this Berseker fury The
Narchioness'' had no explanation to offer
a HUSH of virgin modesty suffused her
thin salloW checks. and she continued
chopping suet with the weapon which had
so affrighted her simple wooer. The gen
eral opinion was that Zeke Ferguson had
been too precipitate and that The March
ioness' had upheld the honor of her an
cient lineage in a highly becoming, II
somewhat eccentric, manner. FOR the
brief space of a week there was a reVul-
sion of public opinion in her favor, and 1t
was during that sunny interval oil popu-
lar esteem that the Four Corners News
alluded to her as The fair denlzen OF a
sunless CLINE who now dwelt in unob-
trusive perennial usefulness within our
Sva1ls THE Warehouses" Indifferent
d this delicate compliment, however, re
fused to subcribe to the paper and pub
lie opinion once veered round and left her
as before" Remote, unfriended, melan-
choly, slow.
Raising herself on one elbow THE Mar
chioness" came back to mundane things
with a horrid provision that something
unusual was about TO happen. The noise
continued And above the hammering at
the door she recognized the deputy sher-
iff's stentorian tones.
Hastily slipping on her gown, and tying
M her scanty locks with a piece OF tape,
1.-THE Marchioness' entered the hall. The
iron doors changed open as Gaoler Grange
came into the corridor from the gaol,
which crossed the house in the shape OF
the letter T. what is it, Warehouses? p
he asked, not unkindly. You git back to
bed agin, or there won't be any breakfast
tomorrow"
1.-THE Marchioness' nodded Inexpensive
w. It's the depus sheriff she said.
There somebody a-groanin' and a'moan-
in 'nough to give you the chills. think
there's been a fight!'
''Oh, you think thar's been a fight Wei
soon see about that. Sure the sherins
thar"
yes" said 1.-The NIarchioness" simply
Cant you hear him swear?"
This was conclusive testimony. Grange
drew his revolver. Hold the light
Marchioness. Maybe it's a plant to rescue
Tim Flanagan before he goes to Kingston
penitentiary Are you game to open the
door?'