Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1897-09-01

,..oou,,u mad jeered him as r rce,
from the hole in the door, much as
people tease hyena snarling in cage.
The mad have memories, for Jose, one
night when the moon was. big, crept
softly about the dark room, and, find,
ing the key Rosita's small cunning
had hidden, opened the door, crept
again softly up the street to an adobe
doorway where was sleeping serene,
his head on his knees. The police
have day aud night shift, but one
cannot expect madman to know
everything. So it vas e.a innocent
man who had his neck wrung as the
cook does a chickens. They could
only guess what then happened. There
were only the pulsing stars looking
silently down and the great, calm
moon. However, it was evident he
must have dragged and worried and
aud teased that poor piece of clay for
God knows how far or long.
They found him asleep by the dead
serene, and, although too polite in the
Gland of the MONDAY Sun" to manacle
or chain, they took the precaution to
tie with stout maguey rope Jose's
slumbering bulk before six of the
largest policemen would venture to
carry him to the carcel. jose's kind
of.people are treated with Difference in
lLexico. So, after some time, the man
was sent back for the dwarf to feed and
care for, and Rosita' S face took on more
wrinkles each day.
By the time Rosita returned with
the food, Constance, who understood
Spanish very well, had heard much of
the 'little brother"
She declined to look through the
peep-hole ct him ravening over his
dinner like wild beast. Followed
by Rosita's wordy gratitude, she
climbed to the top of the street and
there met Mr.. Dysart.
Mr.. Dysart had but lately risen from
the following letter:
Dear Mollie: Tell father I am looking
after the mining business in great shape.
ernor's bail last night. Only one English
girl there, Miss Stanley, awful pretty girl.
I knew her brother, Dick Stanley, ut Trinity.
Won a cup at the three-mile. He's pretty
good sort. Tell Bob II he can get that
liyer-colored dog of Oglethorpe for eight
guineas to buy her. Look out for Tobin's
foot. Don't let the old duffer from the
Clancarty stables fool with it. Tell oil the
cold folk" that Master Tony sent them love
and wishin' them gnod pratie crop. Love
to dad and yourself. Tony.
After Tony Dysart had evolved this
characteristic missive from his insides,
he went out for a swallow of fresh ail
and to relieve himself of the strain ot
composition by long walk.
Constance was very lovely at the
dance, in faint-green brocade, with
a quantity of creamy old lace. Some
crimson poppies were twisted round
her ivory shoulders. One or two more
of the flaming flowers shone from hel
pale-gold hair. Mr.. Dysart compl tely
lost his head over her; as he had lo
of possessions in Ireland, among then
rich father and an ancient and hon
orable ancestry, he could afford tc
do so.
He was thinking of her as she hat
looked the night before, when sud
denly she appeared, with her servant
coming up from street dark ant
deep, like we'll, for already it wa:
getting dusk.
On the strength of being at college
with her brother, he began with true
manly irascibility to take her to task
for her imprudence. But Miss Con
stance frightened up her soft, naughty
mouth and, giving him the rear curve
of tweed shoulder to study, led him
q chase home.