The county record. [volume] (Kingstree, S.C.) 1885-1975, 1897-11-25

italian morn, to Judge by Captain
Ross' face, rs he hurried aft; and the
tvo passengers who leaned over the
xail Of the Forest Queen, Watching the
tsamy crests of the waves, looked At
tR him.
"a geod fellow that, said Mr.. Ay-
Descourt ssWeil, ], for one, shall be
93ad to hear the church bell in the old
square steepleat home. And you, Mr..
DHyrslr'
~Hcmsr" repeated the gentleman
addressed, tall, dark, Spanish type
u individuality. 'Tt may sound odd,
b4t now you mention it. I have no
ADmein
l[r. Aymesoourt looked quickly up
= his Cleaning eyes.
ssBat I suppose You had ono once?"
s.Homes arc not immortal, any more
Hkan people!' answered Dayrel
els his 10 riddle for me to guess?"
enc; il il hardly worth the trouble
unless you cared to listen to the
!sssenAl ssif-repeating story Of human
lifas
ssHnman nature Is the vorthiest
utady TO which j can aspire" Mr.. Ay-
4ssooart answered. s'.And If You
assn mo worthy Of becoming your
eDafdant-"
ssHers il is, then. " interrupted Day
~ almost impasientiy. ST was be-
tcothed to giri ss beautiful ss an
aagsl, end, g I believed, true. Well,
lid cccxsion to take such journey
= this one has been. When Iretnrned
Gassas engaged 20 another man"
ssAnd-"
ssAnd she married him. Why do you
!. aook saurprisede Tho dckleness Of
Uorsan Is no such nsw development, !
ssupposee But then I Ibelong to an un-
11sky family. The Dayrels seldom
ssssssd in fortune, and they always
- sadden and violent deaths"
ssIt = not possible that you are %
Nnpeestitious . To-"
ssKos snpsrstitious, Mr.. Aymes-
esuxt Call me fatalist. II you.wil
E@Iy report The unerring record Of
80 pask Since the time I mention,
Ihnye besn sort Of wsnderer to and
10 a the face Of the earth. ! hear
afA9 people talk Of homes; to me it is
- nerest catohvord"
ssBut -"
s.Stop . minute" said Dayrel, low
asjng his voice, and laying his hand
lxhtly on his companion's arm. ''Do
y0a 80 thst young man BY the cabin
doorf the tall, handsome man, who
Aas smile for evsryonef"
eyes"
ssThat is he-the man who married
Nary Armitage."
ssOoes he know"
sThst lam his defeated rival? No.
He has talked to me of his wife at
Aome-of the two little children count
Sng the days till his return-of the
bright hearthstones where the Thanks
Givirg fires are all ablaze; and I have
&sssned, and answered him Yea and
Nay With the calm philosophy Of
saoic. After all, there is . certain
Griu humor in the game called Life. !"
Aymescourt looked sadly into the
eker1 fsce.
"And does all this please you?"
.sPiease me? Yes-about as much
. It pleases the writhing hospital pa
4ient TO feel the surgeons knife. I
eouia saSe murdered that man more
1hsn once and feit it no sin. You
need not start; the Caiu-like impulse
has passed away. I am quite harmless
nsv. Only you cannot expect man
% feel kindly toward him who has
ruined his whole future"
And Dsyrel turned away and re-
suned the slow, measured walk up
and down the upper deck, which his
casual meeting with Amyescourt had
interrupted.
And all this time the Forest Queen
Bas plovirg the yessiy tiles nearer
ar more nesr home.
Captain Ross had caicn'ated that
the h,isk little craft would ride into
the rcck-5oand harior of toe Maine
port 20 which they were consigned
ear,y on Thanksgiving morning.
'sit'n be . close run," said he; "but
ao,aei,os I don't like the idea OF