The watchman and southron. [volume] (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, 1899-05-03

| lips beforeswe had rounded the corner
above the convent, and few yards
farther on could see across to Sanjowlie.
In the center of the level road stood the
black and white iveries, the yellow
paneled rickshaw and Mrs. Keith-Wes-
sington. I pulled up looked, rubbed my
eyes, and. I believe, must have said
something. The next thing l knew was
that I was lying face downward on the
road, with Kitty kneeling above me in
tears.
.sEas it gone, child?" I gasped.
Kitty only wept more bitterly.
'sHas what gone, Jack, dear? What
does it all mean? There mast DE q mis-
take somewhere, -acl1-a hideous mis-
| take!' Her last words brought me to
my feet-mad-raving for the time be-
ing
eyes, there is mistake somewhere,
repeated, ga hideous mistake. Come
and look at it.
I have an indistinct idea that I drag
ged Kitty by the wrist along the road
up to where it stood and in1plored her
for PHYS sake to speak to ito tell it
that we were betrothed; that neither
death nor hell could break the tie be-
tween us, and Kitty only knows how
much more to the same effect Now and
again I appealed passionately to the
| terror in the rickshaw to bear witness
ride at once and by preference canter
round Jakko.
Never had I felt so well, so overladen
with vitality and mere animal spirits,
as I did on the afternoon Of the 30th Of
April Kitty was delighted at the
change in my appearance and compi-
mented me on it in her Delightfully."-
frank and outspoken manner We left
the Mannerings' house together, laugh
ing and talking, and cantered along the
| Chota Simla road as of old.
I was in haste to reach the Sanjowlie
reservoir and there make my assurance
doubly sure. The horses did their best,
but seemed all too slow to my impa-
tient mind. Kitty was astonished at
nv boisterorsness ''Why, Jack, she
cried at last. you are behaving like
childl What are you doing?'
We were just below the convent, and
from sheer wantonness was max ag
my waller plunge and curvet across the
road as rickled it with the loop Of ny
riding whip.
"Doing?' answered Nothing
dear. That's just it. If you'd been do
ing nothing for a week except lie up.
you'd be as riotous as L
Singing and murmurins IN your feastful
mirth,
-Joying to feel yourself alive;
lord over nature. Lord of the visible earth.
Lord Of the senses fvel'
Ny quotation was hardly out Of ny
TO all nao SAID and 80 release me from
torture that was killing me. AS |
talked I suppose must have told Kitty
of my old relations with lIrs. WesslnS-
ton, for I saw her listen intently with
white face and blazing eyes.
ssThank you. Mr. Pansay," she said
THAT quite enough. Syce ghora lao.
The syces. impassive as orientals al
ways are, had come Up with the recap
tured horses, and as Kitty sprang into
her saddle I caught hold OF the orsdle.
entreating her to hear ne out and for
give. Ny answer was the cut OF her
riding whip across my face from mouth
to eye and word Or two Of farewell
that even now I cannot write down. So
l Judged. and judged rightly. that Kit
ty knew all. and staggered back to the
side of the.rickshaw My face was cot
and bleeding, and the blow Of the rid
ing whip had raised a livid blue wheal
on it 1 had no self respect Just then
Heatherlegh. who must have been fol-
lowing Kitty and ne at distance, can.
tered up
Doctor. said pointing to my
face. heres Miss Mannering's sigma
ture to ny order Of Dismissal and
I'll thank you tor that lac as soon as
convenient
Heatherlcsh's face, even in my ab-
ject misery, moved me to laughter
"I'll stake my p- fe=sional reputa-
tien"- he began.
Don't be a fool, l whispered.
eve lost my life's happiness, and you d
better take me hcme
AS spoke the rickshaw was gone
Then lost all knowledge Of what was
passing. The crest of Jakko seemed to
heave and rcll like the crest of a cloud
and fall in upon me.
Seven days later (on the 7th Of May.
that is to say was aware that was
lying in Heatherlegh's room as weak as
little child Heatherlegh was watch
ing me intently from behind the papers
on his writing table His first words
were not encouraging, but was too far
spent to be much moved by them
'.Here's Miss Kitty has sent back
YOUR letters. You corresponded a good
deal, you young people. Here's a packet
that looks like a ring and a cheerful
sort of a note from Mannering papa,
which I've taken the liberty of reading
and burning The old gentleman S not
pleased with you. .
"And Kitty" I asked duly