The Batesburg advocate. [volume] (Batesburg, S.C.) 1901-1911, 1905-05-26


Tainted, nonsense! He Is sham
ming. These boys are SO cunning"
Taking his knife from his pocket,
Mr.. Mole. now really alarmed, cut the
rope. He was afraid that he had killed
Jack and did not want to appear in
connection witt coroner's inquest.
Jack fell like dead weight on the
floor and did not move.
Dear mer said Mrs. Crawcour, ris.
ing from her chair. Il had no idea that
he was ILL., How obstinate he is, to be
sure! II he had given any sign that
the punishment had made an impress
sion upon him, 1 should have ordered
you To leave of before"
Mr. Mole took Jack in his arms and
laid him down in the veranda. where
the fresh air famed his face. Then he
got some water in flower vase from a
fountain which played in the garden
and bathed his face with it. He bent
down over the insensible boy and
placed his hand upon his heart. 1t
was beating, though slowly.
II think he will revive in few min
utes," he said.
After that he cut the string which
yet bound his hands together.
Mrs. Crawcour now sank on her
knees and bathed his temples herself,
while she held smelling bottle to his
face. Presently Jack moved convul
sively.
How beautiful she isv' he muttered.
"Who is he speaking of" asked Mrs.
Crawcour.
~ fol1 l. 80,
lips opened again.
How could she be SO cruel to me
SO lovely and yet so cruel? But she
got no sound from me-"
1T is of you he is speaking" OBJ
served Mr.. Mole.
He is a strange boy. / fear l have
been too severe with him." Mrs. Craw
cour replied, for the first time showing
a sign of pity.
a smile of satisfaction spread itself
over Jacks face. He was evidently
thinking that his fortitude had placed
| the triumph on his side. 1t was quite
half an hour before he was sufficiently
| recoyerCi % walk.
When she s.. :. that he was recover
! ing consciousness, Mrs. CrawcOur said.
Let him be put to bed, and l will send
| him some supper from my own table" !"
/ And she glided from the apartment
with all the dignity OF Il queen.
What woman.' murmured Mr..
Mole
In n short time he half led, half car
ried, Jack to his dormitory through Al
| passage which was not used by the
h9gsss2sa ss w.s siiadch iiiy 6iie see.
ing MIN. When he had put him to
oed, he exclaimed:
"Is there anything can bring you.
HarkawayT
mo, sir, thank you. am very tired
and want to go to Sleep" answered
Jack.
He placed his head upon the pillow,
closed his eyes and gave exhausted ma
ture rest.
The shades OF night were falling
when Jack woke up, and he was sur
prised to perceive an odor OF eau de
cologne, to feel n soft hand touching
his forehead and to be conscious Of the
presence of beautiful woman in the
room. Looking up. he saw Mrs. Craw
cour sitting on the side of the bed. She
held in her hand Il scent bottle. and OH
table was n tray containing 4 boiled
fowl. some bread and Il bottle of shcr-
ry. Giving him glass of wine, she
told him to drink il.
Thank you, ma'am," said Jack
Have you been here long?"
For an hour or more. | was watch
ing you in your Sleep
Jack WINGED little rs he moved In
the bed. The stripes on his back We're
stiff and painful.
| Are you In pain now?' she asked.
| Not so much as / deserve to be-" he
| answered, looking wistfully ut the prct-
ty hand which was wrapped in hand
| kerchief.
do you know why am here, Hark-
| away?' asked Mrs. Crawcour. II have
come to ask your forgiveness for my
passionate and cruel conduct To you
this afternoon. Oh, IL you only knew
what Il dreadful curse my temper has
been to me all my life. Had 1t not beer
for my temper | should not now be
the wife OF n schoolmaster in n country
town"
''Please don't grieve about me
ma a'am," cried Jack, the tears startin:
TO his eyes. Il know l deserved all
got. and n great deal more. The beat
ing didn't make me cry, but you will i
you talk like that"
"You are good hearted boy" sh,
said in tender voice; "and so yol
think me beautiful:"
"Oh, so lovely, ma'am: but how di,
you know
'You said SO when you were hal
conscious"
"If | had n mother, should like he
TO resemble you"
Have you no mother thcn-no FL
ther?"
mo. ma am"
Poor childw
She spoke quite tcnderly and kindl
now.
do you hate me. Harkaway?" sh
asked
What for. ma'am?"
"For-for this afternoon"
"Oh. no." replied Jack. III / did fe,
a little hard and revcngcful. 1t was
feeling which soon passed away.
cannot bear malice, and r.
"If what, child?" she inquired, benz