The county record. [volume] (Kingstree, S.C.) 1885-1975, 1904-05-26
CHAPTER XIII.
UNREST.

UNREST.
The conflicting emotions aroused by
die perusal Of my ancestors Record,
but more particularly, 1 think, by the
keen hope of the existence of the
treasure where it had been stored by
Roger Trueman. and the possibilities
which its recovery and possession pre-
sented to my mind, were beyond the
strength OF my nature to endure. The
heavy volume fell from my hands
90 the floor. and 1 involuntarily rested
against the side of the carriage, while
a feeling of deadly faintness came over
De. though did not lose conscious
meas. Without doubt my aspect pre-
scented all the signs of sudden illness,
or the comedy which Immediately en-
sued could not be accounted for.
Janet" screamed the old lady, 1.-THE
aasS. the flask! Don't you see the
gentleman has tainted? Quick! What
a stupid girl you areT' and the next
moment that awful gorSon had me
axsd in q corner, where she franti-
cally endeavoured to thrust the neck
n her nauseous flask into my mouth.
4 offered what resistance l could, but
Iny efforts were as nothing opposed to
the strength of my tormentor. who
persisted in her purpose, her tongue
running with great volubility while
she saturated my shirt front with
brandy. "This is what comes Of read
sng novels. God bless us all, look at
abe size o. that one! How thankful L
Am that l never allowed my sainted
William to see any such devices OF
Satan! Janet, throw that horrid book
ant of the w0ndOw."
The natural hesitation of the young
lady addressed to deal in such sum-
mary fashion with another PERSONS
property averted the threatened calam-
lty and afforded me an opportunity
% grasp my volume. fear Of its loss
having inspired me with strength for
The effort
Well we'll. keep it. if you must"
sfe old lady continued; but it would
have been no great loss any way; you
,ould have got another ut the next
station. ALL novels are alike; though,
j must say, that is an extra large one.
Al. il my poor dead boy were alive.
he would be just about your age, and,
st, how like you he was! E verybody
said what a sweet face my William
ltad-just like girls. He was good
hoy" Here the old lady. being over
>cene with emotion, resumed her seat,
by which circumstance l was enabled
to breathe once more, having learned
that it is neither pleasant nor judicious
when in a fainting condition to be
.erojected against fat individual en-
yeloped in vast quantity of Grape.
The collapse of my fellow-passenger
was the signal for my recovery.
1t was with much satisfaction that
I perceived we had nearly arrived at
Cambridge. where l was to change
trains. 1t had transpired in some
remarks to her maid that my trouble
same fellow.passenger was also going
10 Bury st. Edmund's; but l resolved to
avoid her companionship for the sec
snd part of my journey by taking q
seat IN a smoking compartment; and
7Rith my precious volume safely
.stswed in my bag, on the handle Of
which 1 Kept my hand, 1 sat looking
out Of the window ready to alight the
moaeht we entered the station.
The old lady must have diviped my
attention to flee from her at the ear
Lest possible moment. for, though she
did not cease to talk, she now assumed
y somewhat quieter manner, contining
her remarks to what she was pleased
.rs consider my wonderful resemblance
10 her dear boy in heaven, and inviting
tae TO visit her at my earliest con-
eanience that she might have the
pleasure Of gazing on my features,
so which end she presented me With
ner card