Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1899-03-02
THE COMING HORSE.

taglOuB SGlil uunB GQ1CK apOut MIN, Tor,
instead Of leaving his CUP and saucer
on the tray, he held them in his lean
white hands, orooking his little fingert
daintily, while his speech was usually
punotuated with many ''eweetly pret,
ties'' and passionately fonds," with.
al good man, according to his lights,
and endowed with certain liking Of
the dutiful in his fellow creatures.
| He had come up by the widows re,
quest, for her daughter was dying, and
aho was too proud to speak Of her wild
trouble to kinsfolk who had never
viewed hex with any courtesy since hen
marriage to. q man aged enough to have
heen her father.
She was slightly incoherent in her re.
| quest for advice, but the ourate thought
no understood. ~.
Greatly, Mrs. Robson" he said gen
tly at last, "it is most painful case.
Yes, thank you, another CUP Of tea
three Jumps, yes; have sweet tooth.
OF course, think that you should have
| consulted me before. when Hannah was
| in better health, and then ] could have
admonished her Now we can only pray.
But mono the less it is our bounden duty
to tell her that she should wrost her af.
| feotions from all unworthy worldliness
| and look up to the skies, whence com-
fort''.-- E. .r
Mrs. Robson's face had grown cold
and hard, a heavy perspiration shone
ON her forehead. ~
II didpa mean that, she said, "whep
sent for yo'. I thowt that yo' would
understand. 'Tis o. Squire Amberstoru's
son as .wished 10 ask. My wenoh ID
dyin. All as beg is as no may COON,
oncet again, ridin on his bay, an gi'
her kind word" She softened sudden
ly. "Oh, Mr.. Fryston, for tn love O.
God, do this thing for me- 'Twas bu'
boy an girl playin at love. Theer was
no thowt O. i'll. My dowtor's as pure an
good as ohrisom child, bu' what wi
lin was just laugh an Jest VII tn
prettiest girl on th' country side, WI
her meant ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS. I've no
blame for him, bu' he's broken her heart
olean l. twain. An only today has hoe
told me all what hoo's suffered" '"
"You wero much to blame, " said the
curate sententiously, balancing his
spoon on the rim Of the teaoup, "very
much to blame''-.
She clasped her hands and wrune
them painfully, 80 that sho might moi
burst into hysterioal laughter. "Mr.
Fryston," she said hoarsely.' "I'm q
clean minded woman, an Hannah scarce
II. thowt nothin O. it. He were wisest
O. us all, for he must ha' seen danger,
an he staid away, an three months has
killed her."
II oan do nothing--nothing," began
tho ourate. 80.
"Aye, bu' yo' oan," she walled.
"Yo' know what love is. Fetoh him to
her for goodby. Hoo Gamma pass i
peace wi'att him. Hoo's my only one
my only one." ....... ..
The ourate was touched at last. He
rubbed the corner OF his moro susoepti-
bio oye furtively. "lll go to Paulton
and bring him bnok if J. can," he ID,
tomorrow"
"Tis O. no uso sayin tomorrow, "
she intr1 rupted impationtly. "Hoo may
pass ut any moment. 'Tis bu' O'Clock,
an tits tn last thing my wenoh I'll ever
MONT. /"
Tho sound Of knocking on the floor
above stopped her. Hannah g walked, "
she said. "There's ovid Lizbeth beating
the planks VII stick. mum leave yo',
Mr.. Fryston. I know as yo' wunna fail
mo-" ~
She did not wait for his reply, but
hurried up stairs to the chamber whore
Hannah lay in little bed afront the
hearth. Tho mother had been protty in
her youth---indeed she was not income
ly oven now-~-but tho daughter was
wonderfully, piteously beautiful. Her
face was pure white, save for tho dain.
tiest flush In the cheeks; her lips were
scarlet hued and finely out, her great
brown eyes luminous. She had spread
her nut brown hair oyor tho embroider-
cd pillow and crossed her handE lightly
over her breast. The bedolothes conceal
ed tho emaoiation Of her figure to come
extent, but one would surely have be-.
loved that as much as could be distin-
guished was that Of slender boy.
Ills he comiDgF' sho said. "Oh,
mother, to think Of it.! That should
paro for him IN this way when he only
kissed mo once and mover spoke word
that you mightn't have heardp'
Then she began coughing again and
tho blood specked the ootton wool that
Mrs. Robson held to her lips. When the
paroxysm was over, she lay back speech.
loss, but her oyos were full OF question:
ing. t....... .... -, ,@....
AYE, my deary,' said the mother.
"Mr. Fryston's gone for him, an he'll
be hore anon" III
Tho girl tried to speak again, but tho
mother hold up warning hand
Hannah, Hannah" the faltered,
edo lio still. Yo're not thinkin that
yo'ro all tho kin ! have, an that want
yo' TO bide vi me as you can. An yo'
mum keep as quiet as q little'mouea, so
as to be strong when he cooms"
Hannah nodded slightly, her lips
drawing back for an instant,s smile,
which showed brief glimpse Of her
white tooth.
"Olly one thing I've got to ask,
motIel." she whispered. "You told
Mr.. Fryston that ho was to como on
horsoback---on the bay--so that could
hear him first2'' .alg
Mrs. Robson leaned over her. '"Ayo,
aye, told him ALL" she rnoaned.
Mae, FOX yo'r manmy's sake, lie yo'
quietl'
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