The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1902-09-17
UNREST.
cepyr.sss is& by Ross,r BoxHsa's Sons.
CHAPTER XIII.

UNREST.
The conflicting emotions aroused BY
The perusal Of my ancestors Record.
but more particularly. i think. by the
keen hope Of the existence Of the
treasure where il had been stored by
Roger Trueman. and the possibilities
which It's recovery and possession pre-
sented to my mind, were beyond the
strength Of my nature to endure. The
heavy volume fell from my hands
to the floor. and involuptarily rested
against the side Of the carriage. while
q feeling Of deadly faintness came over
me. though l did not lose conscious
ness. Without doubt my aspect pre-
septed all the signs Of sudden Illness
or the comedy which Immediately en-
sued could not be accounted for.
Janet" screamed the old lady, the
nask, the flask! Don't you see the
gentleman has tainted! Quick! What
q stupid girl you are" and the next
moment that awful gorgon had me
dxed In a corner. where she franti-
caliy .endeavoured to thrust the neck
Of her nauseous flask into my mouth.
I offered what resistance ] could. but
my efforts were as nothing opposed to
the strength Of MY tormentor. who
persisted In her purpose. her tongue
running with great volubiiity while
she saturated my shirt front with
brandy. This Is what comes Of read
Ing novels. God bless Us all, look at
the size Of that one! How thankful
am that never allowed my sainied
William to see any such devices Of
Satan! Janet, throw that horrid book
out Of the wondow."
The natural hesitation Of the young
lady addressed to deal in such sum-
mary fashion with another persons
property averted the threatened calam-
3ty and afforded ME an opportunity
to grasp my volume. fear Of its loss
having inspired me with strength for
the effort.
"well, well. keep II. II you must"
the old lady continued; but 1t would
have been NO great loss any way; you
could have got another Mt the next
station. All novels are alike; though.
must say, that is IN extra large one.
Ah, II my poor dead boy were alive.
he would be just about your age. and.
oh, how like you he was! Z yerybody
said what q sweet face my william
had-just like q girls. He was a good
boy" Here the old lady. being over
come with emotion, resumed her seat.
by which circumstance ] was enabled
to breathe once more. having learned
that 1t Is neither pleasant nor judicious
when in q fainting condition to be
projected against q fat individual en-
veloped In a vast quantity OF Grape.
The collapse Of my passenger
was the signal for my recovery.
1t was with much satisfaction that
I perceived we had nearly arrived at
Cambridge. where / was to change
trains. 1t had transpired In some
remarks to her maid that my tro" lie
some fellow-passenger was also ~.'ng
to Bury st. Edmund's; but I resolved to
avoid her companionship for the sec
ond part Of my journey BY taking a
seat In q smoking compartnept; and
with my precious volume safely
slowed In my bag. on the handle Of
which ! Kept my hand, I sat looking
out of the window ready to alight the
moment we entered the station.
The old lady mus, have OWNED my
attention to Zee from her at the ear
Hest possible moment, Tor. though she
did not cease to talk. she now assumed
q somewhat quleter manner. combining
her remarks to what she was pleased
70 consider my wonderful resemblance
TO her dear boy in heaven, and inviting
me 70 visit her at my earliest con-
,venience that she might have the
pleasure Of gazing on my features,
to which end she presented me with
her card
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