The watchman and southron. [volume] (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, 1898-03-23

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from New York on the first vessel out
ward bound. One leaves for England
at dawn
They arrived at the door of the thea-
ter on Nassau street.
cat what hour tonight Will you be
ready for ny vi;sit?'' asked Wayling.
cat II precisely. Do not knock.
Throw a pebble against the window,
and Will come down and admit you
myself .
Wayling held out lis hand.
cit may be on the morrow you will
not take my hand. Perhaps | shall sail
without you at dawn. - re said, a pa
thetic wistfClness in lis voice and facc.
"And yet know you will pity ne, Pc
ter-aye, even though YOU condemn. At
II watch for me. -
With an excited, troubled heart Pc
ter watched him &c down the street IN
til the darkness swallowed him.
"Whae strange things do his words
forecast:'' he mused II hope nothing
i'll Will come Of this. Yet feel I will
witness a scene tonight l may not soon
forget. All, why did consent? 1 know
not to what evil doing have pledged
myself. Ecod, I'll run after lin and
tell him I cannot agree to blindly fol-
low his wishes. But, no. !" he muttered,
turning back again, tlet come what
may. It is too late now. shall keep
my word.''
At II o'clock Pearl street was as 81
lent as a street in q deserted town.
Nothing could be heard but the distant
cry of the rattle watch as they told the
hour. An occasional light burned in an
upper window, but for the most part
all good New Workers were asleep. The
sky was yellow, the moon floating above
the Gcrmer windows peeped forlornly
from a mist, and da1npness had crept
into the air which foreboded storm.
The Hin6oo and his master walked
almost noiseless,y along until they
stood before Peters house. Ia an upper.
window the curtain w;.s drawn aside,
and candle burned OF the wincow
sill.
"Giye the signal, Rao," directed
Wayling.
The Hindoo picked up a fragment Of
stone and threw it against the window.
It struck the glass clearly, family, like
the tick Of a clock They saw Peter
peer down for second, very pale and
anxious, and in few moments he soft
ly opened the door.
''Has he Gomez" whispered Wayling
as they entered the hall.
''Aye, but one word in your ear. Ee
is drunk and at your mercy. Promise
there will be no violence done here to-
night"
"No violence" Wayling whispered
back, motioaing to the HinGoo to ascend
the stairs "He shall die painlessly.
That is more than he deserved, but die
he shall.
"What are you saying, man? What
mean you?' asked Peter aghast.
"That he must die. Not here, if you
refuse, then On the street-tonight-to
morrow! What matters time Or place so
that it be scon-scon? Come, let US has
ten. We waste time.
'1Ah, have been bitterly deceived by
you,' said Peter III hot whisper, and
this disappointment in his hero hurt
him almost as mucl, as tie terror of the
mysterious something he was about to
witness. "Ycu have trapped me into {:
vile plot against Il mans life, and
thought you-well, 10 matter what.
was fool But swear you cannot
make ne party to this murder, G gre
arranged, revolting, cold blooded mur-
der! l woald rather cut of my right
hand tkan serve .yonr ends, sir I will
arouse the house. y
3'Peter, hearken to me. You will not
do so, said the other softly, laying his
hand upon the lads shoulder and look
ing deeply into his eyes. "This man
has wrcnged me to an amount beyond
your power of calculation ask you
only to hear what I shall say. I only
ask you that. If afterward you desire
Cautley to go free, not a finger shall be
4diu UpOu u1A WILLIE uuOSI yOQl AOOA.
Think you I could look you in your eyes
and speak falsely? Trust me.
The hand pressed more firmly on
Peters shoulder, and he suffered him
self to be half led to the stairs, which
he ascended like one in a dream. Upon
the first landing the Hindoo waited for
them. His face was set with quiet de-
termination, and his eyes were like bril-
iants. Without word they fled up the
narrow stairway to the poor little room
next the sky, where Peter studied his
parts, wrote his sonnets and dreamed
his dreams
Cautley lay sleeping upon chintz
covered couch set against the opposite
wall. He breathed heavily His face was
darkly flushed, his head thrown back,
his waistcoat partially unbuttoned,
showing his throat.
Asleep" exclaimed Wayling, ad-
vancing to his side, his face paling and
contracting as he gazed upon him.
"And he can sleep in tranquility. IT'S
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