Orange County observer. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1880-1918, 1896-10-29
with your own hand. May God for
give you. Constance! You are wrong
ly named.

scaled the note. And, putting it il
ireas hand, with few>words of fare
well, he left the house.
1wo hours passed. aud John Lang
don was driving home in his cutter
when ont OF the shadow a man spran,
into the middle Of the road, aud, s.iz
ing his horses head, brought it to
! standstilI
Get out, Mr.. Langdon." com
mn"ded Duncan Godfrey. II hay,
business with you."
w hat IN the name OF common
sense- Johd stammered, as a pisto
was thrust into his hand. "Godfrev,
are You drunk, or are you crazy!"
'Neithcr!' Duncan answered, la
conlca'lv. Get out and iight!"
wi hat for?.,.
'f or your lifel You have stolen
Constance's heart from me. She ner.r
would have been SO false, if You In d
not tempted her to break her faith
with me-"
Gottrey, you are stark staring
mad! l never tried to win Constance
from yon!"
You lie. John Langdon!"
u car understand that at leas.."
cried John leaping out of the sleigh.
w nat do you want?"
Eight !" Duncan said. waving him
back, and pointing a pistol at his
breast.
There was dead silence for q mo-
inert, then Duncan cried:
Zone, two, three-frei ="
Two shots broke the stiffness Of the
night. and then John Lanedon fell
ms blood gushing in a cr;lns,, tide
over the white snow.
Leaning over him, Duncan felt that
quick thrill Of horror which incyi-
tably follows such deeds of violence.
&C. ON vi 'n1e, J~i.--r,.speu,
"as quick as you can, or there will be
disturbance.
Bat Duncan did not seem to think
Of that, anl in few moments several
people bad gathered
Good heuvens" cried n ,ooliceman
as be bent over John, who was bleed
ing profusely. How I'D this han
pen?'
1T was accidental the brave fcl.
low gasped. "We were shooting nt
mark-aul one of the-pistols went
oh-unexpectedly. Godfrey, don't
make any mistake. Comics as true
rs steel.
Then his head dropped cn his
breast, and he tainted away.
When morning dawnel. Duncan
vas at the Langdons', pacing the par
Tor floor III agony Of spirit, while two
or three doctors hoytrel about Johns
bed, uncertain whether 1t would be
ilfc or death with him.
4 sleigh drove up to the door. end
Constance Orlm got oat.
Iher nsncreI her into the room
where her lover was, and, when sL.
saw lis white, anxious face, she knew
IN moment that her worst fears wer.
realized.
900, Duncan !. she cried,in i voice
OF agony, st was yon!'
Yes he answered, hoarsely, lit
was |. But twas love OF you\ tha,
drove me to it. Do not touch me.
There is blood on nv hahds."
ooh, she moanei, ''now could
YOU? You must have been <N,nad?
That letter was not to John Langdon,
II was one | wrote for Title. the
cham beraaid. She has two lovers
john Morlartv and Dennis Grimes
Oh, Daucan, Duncan,
He gave hcr one look Of such m
-peaklbie anguish tLa: words caDno! |
II.
Il vas bind Win lealonsyl" be |
cr'eu, IN q spalr. II was q hero. |
Good by, Constance, If John Lang |
ion dies | sLal, no, shelter myself be. |
hind his generosity. / will give nv
sit ny AMI the law may ,aAe lis |
course.'
She had sunk IN waite, shudler- |
ing heap upon the floor. aad when she |
ralSe,, her .r,.t .ie was gone.
But. thank heaven, there came a day
vhea john LaaGIon vas we'll and |
strong agaiL.
Nos an,.l that ,sav woaid Duncan
consent 10 see C,nstnnc+, and first OF |
al lie sue. ior pardon a; the hands OF
hlns /he had . neasis deprived c:
ia /