The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1897-06-12
XXX.
THE END OF ALL THINGS.


as a welcome relief from the round OF
domestic and social duties for the wife,
and a needed rest from the drudgery
of business for the husband. Philip
had said summer and Europe, bu5
Helen had pleaded for autumn and the
south, and she had her way.
I'VE can go ON to New Orleans if you
like, but l want to see Allacoochee," she
said.
you're too late for that; Allacoo-
chez is dead and buried-so Protheroc
writes"
mo matter; we can see the place
where it was. l shall always love it,
alive or dead, for what it did for you.'
And so it came about that on GER
tain golden October day, when the rug
ged outlines of Jubal mountain were
melting in the soft autumn haze, and
the fragrance of summer blossoms had
given place to the spicy sweetness of
withered leaves and ripened fruit,
thinly -peopled train on the Chiwassee
Valley Extension debarked two OF its
passengers at the ornate station which
aforetime had been too small to ac-
commodate the throngs besieging it
at train-hours. There was no lack of
room now, however, and when Philip
lifted Helen to the platform the empty
train-shed echoed their steps as if pro-
testing against the invasion of its soil
tude. At the arched entrance, where
the crowd of vociferous hacllmcn used
to fight for patronage, they were met
by single crepit negro.
"Hotel saHp" he asked, dofing his
battered hat and bowling with a touch
of unspoiled courtesy.
"Yes; you may take us to the johann
nisberg."
"Cayn't do dat, sah--no, sab; Gaze
hit amt runnin' no mo-. Dee amt no
hotel in de new town now, sab lab
to take you-all to de Mountain house"
Philip put his wife into the shackly
vehicle rs your horse good for a six
mile drive, uncle?"
"Oh, yass, sah-he suttinly am dat;
eff hits anywhars on de plain dirt
road"
"All right Put the top down so we
can see, and drive us around town a
bit; then I'll tell you where to 60"
Three hundred yards from the sta
ton the carriage turned into Broad
u.ov Nn+ura roocco,+e borcalf c,,aadi
ly in semi-tropical climate, and the
rank grass sProuting between the paw
ing-stones deadened the sound of the
horses hoofs and muffied the jingling
accompaniment of loose bolts in the
WORKOUT hackney-coach.
"Protheroe didn't stretch it much"
said Philip, unconscously lowering his
voice in Difference to the sepulchral
quiet Of the street. You'd hardly be-
lieve that have stood on the sidewalk
just here, waiting my chance to dodge
across through the endless stream of
carriages and wagons and electric
cars"
at doesn't seem possible"
mo, it doesn't And in that last
afternoon, when l was breaking my
heart to catch the New York train.
heJohannisberg omnibus was actually
stopped in jam of vehicles somewhere
along in this square, and I was afraid
we'd miss it,"
On either side of the grass-grown
streets were the costly monuments of
the sham city's brief day of activity and
life. Lofty buildings, empty from eel
lar to roof; rows of vacant store-rooms.
| lined with dusty shelving and Uttered
with the forlorn debris of hasty re-
movals; shattered glass on the side
walk; withered grass festooning the
cornices; and, in front of the disman-
| tied Bank of Allacoochee, the skeleton
of an electric car left to dissolve peace
fully on the rusty tracks in the road
way. Here and there the desolation
was emphasized rather than relieved
by scanty and shop-worn display in
! the windows of some merchant who
had been unwilling or unable to join
his neighbors in the general exodus
following the crash; pitiable fotsam
ard jetsam left by the high tide of
commerce to bleach and molder on the
rocks of an uncharted island in the
ocean of traffic. OF these stranded
wrecks, the most notable was the store
of a dealer in hardware Just across
from the Chiwassee national bank.
THAI is where I bought my pistol
on the night of the garroting," said
Philip, telling the driver to pull up at
the curbstone.
The proprietor of the place was sit
ting on a spool of barbed wire in front
of his own door, and he rose and crossed
the sidewalk in response to Philips
salutation. "Oh, it's you, is 1t, Mr.
Thorndyke? l didn't know you at
first, Come back to take, look at the
corpse?"
at amounts to that, I'm afraid" said
Philip, alphabetically.
at does, for a fact-just that. All
We need now is good, old-fashioned
earthquake: not the fever-and-ague
kind you read about nowadays, but the
sort they used to put in the geographic
when we went to school-a shake with
o big cracL in the middle of it to bury
the wreck decently out of sight"
Its dreadful" said Philip, not
knowing what else TO say. "Why didn't
you get away with the rest of them?"
The man made a-pathetic gesture o
helplessness. There were two rea
sons. In the first place, bought ny
stock ard naid for it. 50 l missed Ii.