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The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1903-01-08

And One OF Them Went Wrong.
Adam was lucky in another way. He
had no friends to come around telling
him how he ought to bring up his boys
Chicago Record-Herald.
The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1903-01-08
Better Left CnSai4.

BS1Icf LOU Cn1WIVs
Disseminated Arttst| wish had q
fortune. / would never paint again.
Generous Brother Brush-By JoVa
old man, I wish had onel ~ nys 4
20 you'll
The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1903-01-08

Benefit your friends, that they may
love you more dearly still. Benefit
your enemies, that they may at last be-
come your friends.
The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1903-01-08

Every one should take care that he
behaves so we'll that his enemies do
not behave better.-Atchison Globe.
The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1903-01-08

A boy is usually ready to eat every
lime he stops playing.-Atchison Globe.
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IL you send young unmarried men
like Colonel SAMSON or Colonel War
wick, should not blame you, though
they are dear friends of mine. II you
have to choose anyone to command the
artillery, hope that you wont mind
remembering the hint have Just given
you"
Lord Foljambe said, with a dangerous
smile, that any suggestion of Lady Cur
ling's would, of course, receive the most
favorable consideration from the mill
tary authorities and changed the sub
iect of the conversation
Later in the evening Lady Curling
informed Mrs Madame that she had
done all In her power to secure the
appointment for the colonel
II knew that 1 could rely on YOU
thank you so much. my dear Lady Cur
ling" were the words that came to Mrs.
Mahane's lips. Her inward comment was
more incisive. "Deceitful cat" thought
Mrs. Madame.
A few days afterward Lord FoIjambe
sat in his Office with his military secre-
tary. The details Of the Jamrud expedi-
ton were being arranged
Him. said the chief.
looking over the list OF artillery officers
available. "Burgon won't be At for duty.
and there's Warwick and SAMSON and
Madame Samsom's the best man and
Warwick's the youngest. and Mahane-
after all, put down Madame. He's the
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only one who didn't try TO creep in be-
hind a woman's petticoat"
The military secretary. who knew Mrs.
Mahane only too we'll. explained that
the apoplectic appearance of his face
was due to touch CT sun that morning.
Colonel Madame was satisfied. and his
wife was grateful. So grateful. indeed.
that she could never resist an oppor-
tunity Of thanking Lady Curling in puo-
lie. 80 kind OF Lady Curling. you know.
Just word from her in Lord Foliambe's
ear, and she can get whatever she likes
II there is one thing I really envy il g
the secret power a really beautiful
woman is able TO exercise. She can
tame the most ferocious commander-in-
chief
Some hint of this story reached Lord
FOljambe and he was puzzled. He made
an inquiry or two about the relations
which had existed between the two
ladies and at once saw through the
mystery. He had been beaten and out
Unanswered by the very woman he was
on his guard against.
A month later he found his conqueror
seated next TO him at a dinner table
She talked brightly to him. and Lord
Foljambe, In spite of himself. was in
terested- At last. after she had told him
how on one occasion the willy De Wet
had nearly ambuscaded her husbands
battery. he looked up with a twinkle In
his stern eyes and said: de Wet him
self could give you no lessons in craft,
Mrs. Mahane"-a remark which Is worth
remembering as the only compliment
Lord Foljambe was ever known to pay
a woman.-London Truth.
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that I could escape this thing. 1t had
detached itself from me. Was it one of
the CHASTITY shapes that had haunted me
when the fever dried up the blood In my
veins? I could not tell. l shut myself
in my room and covered in the dark
with my head under the bedclothes like
a frightened child. When l ventured TO
look out 1 saw light and some one be-
side It. But It was only Mrs. Brill and
the night lamp. l wondered why she
had brought it back to my room and
why she chose to sit so quietly beside
it. Perhaps she had seen the man and
hoped that ! would tell her about him.
Next day the doctor came out. Per-
haps he, also expected to be told. But
he would go back disappointed. He talk
ed to Mrs. Brill and l saw him walking
with Mrs Weldon and talking very
earnestly to her. But l had nothing to
say to him. Why should l tell him Of
this horrible thing? So he went away.
And every night / saw the thing that
had come at my bidding. When it was
dark he looked at me from one OF Mrs.
smiling just as 1 looked out. though 1
chose different hour each night. When
the nights we're bright again | saw the
man oftener. He always smiled and
nodded, and he never seemed to see .he
little old lady who was never far from
me. Sometimes Mrs. Brill talked to me.
but l think 1 never knew what she said.
She brought out all sorts OF curious old
keepsaxes and talked to me about them.
Nothing interested me till one day she
opened an album OF old pictures. My
eyes fell upon one. snatched It up and
demanded to know whose It was. For It
was the face of the man who tormented
me! heard her call the name 1t was
picture of Mrs Weldon's husband
Then a new thought came to me
At first 1 turned from it with horror.
Then began to play with it and to love
it, 1t made my heart swell and 1 felt
strong. pictured to myself the destruc-
ton of this creature. In my fancy he
Gied a thousand deaths. each more hor-
rible than the last. began to wish that
one of these deaths would slip out from
my inner world as the man had done,
and If II did-if it met the man and
should 1 be to blame? How should 1 go
about detaching one of these fancies
from my brain? There must be way.
1 looked at my hands. They were
growing thin again Unless l hurried
should 1 be able? began TO slip away
from Mrs. Brill and to creep about the
garden late at night. Mrs weidon's hus-
band was always there. There was al
ways the slow, snaky smile about his
mouth. He knew my purpose and was
amused.
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the young man lean a little forward and
scan the twelve stern faces. Then I
knew him. 1t was the artist Clara stood
UP and held out her hands to him. He
smiled, then he spoke. He told them
that it was he who had killed Mr. Well
don; that he alone was guilty. / saw
the fash OF something bright in his
hand. and he fell dying at her feet.
That is the story. she asked me
to tell you. When you came you brought
HIS face. his voice. He died for her,
and you are like him. Her husbands
friend died a year later IN a foreign
land. And on his death5ed he confess
ed his crime That fs all, and sad
enough story it is. For a long time
she CROPPED in darkness. but somehow
she found the way out Since then
she has known how to help others. I
dare say you were a baby in arms then
The gentle old voice ceased heard
the patter of rain on the roof. Twenty
five years. And had I not felt hct. quiv-
ering muscles in my fingers; had there
not been damp. swift. living breath IN
my face? Had the mans spirit found a
second incarnation Had I By some oc-
cult law OF TRANSPORTATION become pos
sessed of the spirit that had led from
the artists body twenty-five years ago?
Even yet these questions have not been
fitted with answers.
When I was a bit stronger I went over
and stood for 4 moment under the mag
nolia tree. Clara called to RE from
window. / went quickly to her. and she
leaned far out. holding her hands TO me-
Il am so sorry that we frightened you
SO the other night she said, smiling
little, after she had greeted me. Then
folding her arms on the window sill. she
went on: II asked Mrs. Brill TO tell you
the sad story. and I think you know it
now" She looked at me with grave,
sweet eyes. I'VE were reminded OF it
that night when you were cTer here.
though this time it was only the dead
body OF my greyhound that we found
there"
Then I had killed only that-nothing
but a dog Ny heart leaped for joy
But I thought Of some strange old
stories and shuddered. For life is full
OF mystery. and I began it az the artist
left OF.
Il believe you are almost well now.
When are you going to begin the travel
ing that the doctor recommends? she
stood I'D and her fingers touched my
hair.
when you are ready TO 90 with me-
I said. feeling suddenly we'll and strong
and full OF hope.
Che vra,+od , r;++ro ,-,xr - -.
she answered: Those who love you
would rather have you take some sweet
young girl with you. 1t Is more fitting.
Twenty years lie between you and me-
1 looked up at her. my heart strong
with courage as II used to be in the
old days. You alone love me. Tell me,
when are you comong?"
And she answered: when you will
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AS l grew stronger Mrs. Weldon's
visits were shorter and farther between.
1 began TO conjecture vaguely what her
life over there In the pretty house was
like. She seemed 10 be quite alone. I
missed her. She occupied my whole
thought. One day something else came
into my mind. II was a shadowy, I'M
formed thing at first, but it developed
as 1 looked at it and turned it about l
began to wonder what her husband was
like. And then l tried to. but the
thought and the vague something crowd
ed her out of her place away from me.
1t was like restless, feverish dream,
at first, and all my striving amounted to
nothing The brain picture was waver-
ing and uncertain. but it took shape
after time and strengthened and grew.
In her presence it left me, but no
sooner was she gone than it came again.
l wondered helplessly how the thing had
fastened itself to me, and why it fol-
lowed me so tirelessly. / started up
often to find myself working at it pa
tiently as a sculptor works at the
roughly hewn block Of stone. And 1t
seemed to me that the thing began to
push itself out of the chaos around it
and TO help me ia the horrible work.
l worried and tore and strove with the
darkness. And the thing began TO keep
ME company. II was a man, at length
man. and Mrs. Weldon's husband
looked upon him with fascinated wonder.
It was on a white, moonlit night that
first saw the man outside of my dis
torted inner world. 1 wondered blankly
how he had managed it. 1 had never
thought that he might escape me and
become an independent creature among
actually visible things. But there he
was with only the gardenia hedge be-
tween us. stood dumfounded in Mrs.
Brills overgrown garden and watched
him as he walked about the shadowy
lawn next door What was he?
trembled from head to foot. Was this
spirit that my will had called from
some weird land of shadows? Was 1t
thing grown out of my mind. some
thing that had taken my life for itself?
Or was 1t a creature OF flesh and blood,
the real MANI
He came nearer and 1 saw his face.
1t was the face had worked at so per-
sistently. Then he laughed. and the
sound was horrible and blood-curdling.
When l spoke he vanished, melted quick
ly away, and only a cricket chirped in
the grass. And a shadow. moving in the
slow wind. covered the place where he
had been.
Then 1 turned and fed. 1t might be
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HAT WAS ACCOMPLISHED BY THE INEVITABLE MRS. MNANE ::

Colonel SAMSON, who had distinguished
himself under Lord Foljambe in Bur-
nah. and they were betting evens on
his selection at the clubs For once in
her great career Mrs. Madame seemed
utterly at loss. Whenever she met the
great commander it was evident that he
was watching her curiously. It's not
my beauty, because he does not know
that I've got any; it's not M wit. for
he takes no interest in women's CONVEX
sation: it's because he's expecting me
to make request, and is waiting for the
opportunity to snub ne" SO Mrs. Ma
hane thought. and thought correctly. On
his appointment to the command. Lord
Foljambe had asked what women med
died with army affairs in the Hindoo-
Koosh, and had been told that the
charming Mrs. Madame was the most
daring and successful Of them all.
''ThereIl be no war office backstairs
methods here" said Lord Foljambe to
himself as he mentally placed a black
mark against the name of Mrs. Madame.
Soon Colonel Madame grew inpatient
not that for a moment he lost confidence
in his wife's ability-but he wished mat
tiers to be settled. and the time was
short.
DO be quick, Maggie, and get my ap-
pointment lgazetted." he said Il want
to have time to arrange my kit COM
fortabIy"
Mrs Madame had managed her hus-
band ever since he was a raw subaltern.
He had implicit faith in her. and natu-
rally she did not like TO shake his faith
by admitting defeat. She evolved a
dozen schemes in her mind. but none Of
them seemed satisfactory. She even
thought of appealing TO the commander
in-chief not TO send her husband on an
expedition to such an unhealthy country,
hoping that Lord Foljambe would do ex-
actly' the reverse in order to show that
she had no influence over him. A mo-
ment's thought, however, convinced her
that ne would see through such a fimsy
subterfuge. She could imagine his calm
voice and quietly ironical smile as he
told her that there was no reason for
GGEIdlu-
ly not be ordered on active service. For
once Mrs. Mahane longed for the return
of old Lord Inverkeith. whom she could
twist round her finger so easily, and %
whom her word had been law. But If
Lord Inverkeith had been an easy vic
tim. Lord Foljambe was a eombatant 10
be. respected. A triumph over him would
give her twenty times more pleasure
than all her victories over the old com
nhander-in- chief.
At last, when she was absolutely des-
Derate, she thought OF Lady Curling. the
wife OF the lieutenant governor. Lady
Curling was her civilian rival, and had
fought scores Of social battles with Mrs
Mahane. Lady Curling had in her day
been a famous beauty. Mrs. Mahane. on
the contrary. often thanked heaven pub
licly that she had not been born with a
dolls face and a dolls mind. The men.
at first, drawn as usual by pretty face,
became attaches of Lady Curling. but
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dare or could do it, You have heard of
the Jamrud expedition. of course Well.
want my husband to command the ar
tilIery. and there are only Colonies San
son and Warwick in the way
We'll. what can do for you? Ny hus-
band is civilian. and though would do
my best, dear. to relieve you from the
awkward incubus OF a husband, l fear
that am unable to help you"
Mrs. Madame did not accept the chal-
Ienge of battle thrown down to her,
but proceeded blandly, why, Lady Cur
ling. you know that you have to sir
next to Lord FoiJambe at the official
dinners. All that you have to do is
to put in a good word for my hus-
the other colonies. and I'm sure that
Lord FolJambe would do anything to
oblige you"
why, my dear, It's quite an intrigue
but then intrigues seem to be quite
the fashion in military circles-I have
heard such scandalous things said about
poor Lord Inverkeith because he obliged
has always been most attentive to me.
and If 1 see a chance 1 will do
what you wish"
THAT is quite enough" said her de-
lighted visitor. "I'n tell my husband
to get his outfit ready at once. know
what word from you means to Lord
Foljambe."
The two rivals kissed each other as
Mrs. Madame rose to go. You're very
likely to try and obllge me-" reflected
Mrs. Mahane, ironically. "I'n see my
self cut in little pieces before help
that woman's husband" was the gem
TAI reflection of Lady Gruling.
AS the lieutenant drove Mrs. Mahane
home he was astonished at her mex
plicable fits of laughter He asked for
the reason. and received the answer that
Dear Lady Curling was such humor-
ist." The lieutenant reflected that if
that was the case, Lady Curling must
have altered considerably since he sat
at her feet
A week later Lord Foljambe was
seated by Lady Curling at an official
dinner. He rather liked to sit by Lady
Curling, for she was a pretty woman
who did not talk. This evening, how
ever. she chatted quite gayly. IN
deferred by his monosylIabie replies.
Gradually she brought the conversation
from the heat of the room to the hot
season. She talked of the heat in the
Hindoo- Koosh. and observed that in
Jamruristan the heat was reported TO
be even more overwhelming Lord Fol-
jambe's eyes glittered. lis this painted
puppet going to ask for something?" he
thought; but he politely answered that
ii was undoubtedly hot in Jamrudlstan
by the way. you are sending troops
there are you not?" continued Lady
Curling.
"Clumsily put" thought the com
rander-in-chief, as he answered the
question in the affirmative
We'll. it's such an unhealthy place
that l don't think you ought to send
married officers there. Consider their
wives feelings. Lord FolJambe. Now,
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The time had come. He must be de-
slipped away. He was standing in the
shadow OF the magnolia. Just beyond
the gardenia hedge The heavy green
limbs dropped about him. and in the
intensely bright moonlight the flowers
were white as snow. My hatred for
this man rose within me. a mighty
passion. A fierce strength surged
through me. l stood up. strong with
one purpose. Like a leopard l sprang
over the hedge. ! felt the cords and
muscles OF a mans throat in the grasp
OF my fingers, the writhing and twist
ing of a suffering body about my
knees. Then 1 heard a low, gurgIing
sound. The body writhed and strug-
gled no longer. / covered back and
turned TO fly from the thing under the
tree. Suddenly the moonlight bad
turned red, and there were deep Grim
son splashes on the snowy magnolias.
Then 1 saw Clara coming slowly
across the lawn, her white gown trail
ing over the grass. Nothing else mat
tered. l loved her. Till now 1 had
not known that IT was so. 1 met her
and / heard myself saying: Forgive
me. love you
She stood white and still before me.
cared nothing for the thing that lay
under the tree, the thing that had been
warm flesh and blood and had ceased
to struggle in my hands. / caught
Ciaras hands and kissed them. A
whirlwind of Joy caught me up out of
the hot anger that had lately held me
fast. One of her cool hands crept up
from my lips to my forehead, and 1
felt sort of quieting thrill steal from
the soft fingers.
Then Mrs. Brill came hurrying across
the moonlit spaces.
81 was frightened. 1 heard something
struggles and cries under the mag
nolia." she said. l saw Clara's face
whiten. Her hands fell to her sides.
''It was only your fancy" Clara said,
pressing her hands against her heart.
81 am not fanciful," the old lady con-
tended. 81 heard struggles and cries.
1 heard them. Clara, as did twenty-five
years ago"
Wnen cara crled out Sharply recol-
lected what had done 1 covered back
and hid my face from her frightened
eyes.
Il shall see what is there Mrs. Brill
said. and slowly, half-heartedly, Clara
followed her. 1 watched breathlessly.
Nearer. nearerl Were moments or years
dragging by as the two women neared
the shadow of the tree? They had
reached the rim OF the shadow now. In
moment, in a breeth-and now they
were gone. The whole earth had swung
away from me. and was alone. floating
In a vast sea of moonlight. Alone,
breathless and voiceless, with no rest
ing place anywhere.
1t was worse. this vast. limitless sea
Of moonlight, than the dark world into
which the fever had carried me. But al
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length something soft and cool touched
my face. Again and again came the
touch through the vast, wearisome
nothingness. It grew frmer. It began
TO hold me steady. knew that IL was
Clara's hand. 1t took hold of me and
drew me back from the horrible, form
less light.
But It was Mrs. Brill whom I found
waiting when at last came back TO the
old familiar world of real things. Mrs
Brill with her patient face and her bot
ties and spoons l heard the petter of
rain on the roof.
Il want to know ff-he is dead" 1
said, for it had all come back to me
now Tell me, is the man dead? Her
husband"
She turned to me quietly. do you
mean Clara's husband?" she asked.
1 nodded.
Eyes. he is dead. I thought you
knew"
81 want you to tell me all about It,"
She hesitated. but at length she said:
ut is story twenty five years old. and
not a cheerful one. Why not waltz"
l shook my head. and she went on;
well, he brought her there, slip of a
girl, and they lived quietly enough,
though knew that she did not love him
His friend came to visit them. 1t was
summer, and there was an artist, a
young fellow he was. down from the city
painting Clara's picture. II was twenty
five years ago.
Friends are not always faithful. as
perhaps you already know. The artist
finished the picture and went his way.
but the friend fingered. fingered. peo-
pie said, too long. One night I heard
strange sounds over there across the
hedge. When I reached the place
found Clara standing in the moonlight
and her husbands friend stood beside
her. She was trembling, but the man
was bold
Then my eyes followed theirs, and I
saw under the magnolia branches that
were much shorter and farther from the
ground then. the huddled up body OF a
man. 1 don't know who first laid hold
OF II, but we drew II out into the light
and we looked down with Mortified eyes
at Mr.. Weldon's dead face. / saw blood
stains on clara's white gown and the
mans hands, but 1 could not tell If these
had been there before we dragged the
body out" She stopped, looking at me
doubtfully. but presently she went on:
Il looked at Clara and looked at her
husbands friend and I wondered who
had done the deed. But even when the
trial came l could not say. All through
IL she was white and calm like a frozen
thing. And the man who had been her
husbands friend was chief witness
against heri
THE last day came. and people waited
breathlessly for the verdict. young
man pushed his way into the courtroom
and stopped before the Judge. The jury
came in. and there was a stir all over
the room. then an awful calm. 1 saw
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We've drunk to everything we know,
From Lang Syne to the ladies':
Now. one more toast before we GO
Mephisto. prince Of hades.
When sober We are wont, It's true,
To bury, not TO praise him,
But let US give the dell his due.
And toast him while we raise him
For tho his company we're taught
To shun, there's no denying
Mephisto never yet was caught
Beneath false colors flying
He wears his coat and plume Of red
With candor so answering,
We must applaud. although tits said
He took some hints from Irving
Think of the stage. think Of the church
Without their villain rudy.
II Old Nick left them in the lurch
Without an understudy,
As we'll 'tOthello" played without
The gentleman CT color,
Or Hamlet" with the prince left out:
Could anything be duller?
a world from all temptation free
Would sadly lack in flavor;
And what would untried virtue be
But salt without its SAVIOR?
To pawn his soul the sinner goes
More than halfway TO meet him.
Yet when Mephisto would foreclose
He does his best 10 cheat him.
In church today We sound his mort,
Tomorrow at a revei
We fall TO raising HMM short,
We treat him like the devil
So let US toast our foe OF foes,
Long may We live TO rout him,
Here's TO Mephistoi Goodness knows
What we would do without him.
And C-opl Men 10 No.
Our toast with hooking laughter,
Nor yet the compliment return
By toasting us hereafter!
ANONYMOUS.