The county record. [volume] (Kingstree, S.C.) 1885-1975, 1907-06-13
Continued from last week.


eSpt at table, when he was uSuany
Rrimly laconic. though now and then
abe would hear him joking heavily
with Sam Warden in the yard. or, with
evidently humorous intent, groaning at
Mamie over Eugene's health; but II
had not escaped Ariel that be was on
bis part watchfnl Of herself and upon
his guard.
He did not answer her question, and
II seemed to her as she continued
steadily to meet bis hot eyes that he
was trying to hold himself under some
measure Of control. and a vain effort
II proved.
"You 60 back to my house, he burst
.eVt shouting hoarsely. You get back
there! You stay tbere!"
mo" she said, moving between him
and the door. Mamie and are going
Tor q drive"
~You 60 back to my houser' He fol
lowed her. waving an arm herce,y at
her. Don't you come around here
trying to run over me! You talk about
your 'affaIrs- All you've got on earth
% this two for a nickel Old shack over
Souf head and q bushel basket Of dts
ttIlery stock that you can sell BY the
pound for old paperr' He threw the
words In her face, the bull bass voice
scanned and cracked with falsetto. "Od
paper. old rags, old iron, bottles, old
.e,ethes! You talk about your aftairs!
Who are you? Rothschild? You haven't
Sot any afars!"
Not q look, not q word, not motion
Of his escaped her In all the fury Of
sound and gesture in which be seemed
fairly to envelop himself. Least Of all
Asd that shaking of his-the quivesing
az Jaw and temple, the tumultuous agi-
$stion Of his hands-evade her watch
fainess.
"wben did you find this outT' she
said very quickly. After you became
administrator"
He struck the back Of the chair she
had vacated vicious blow with his
epen hand. "No. You spendthrift! All
kbere WIS to your grandfather when
Hou buried him was basketful Of dis
ktllery stock, 1 tell you! Old paper!
Can't you hear me? Old paper, old
eags"-
"You have sent me the same in
come" she lifted her voice to interrupt.
MYou have made the same quarterly
payments since his death that you
made before. If you knew, why did
you do thatT
he had been shouting at her with the
frantic and incredulous evaporation OF
m intolerant man utterly unused to
opposition, his face empurpled, bis fore
head dripping and bis hands ruthlessly
pounding the back Of the chair, but
ihls straight question stripped him sud-
denly of gesture and left him standing
limp and still before her, pale splotches
beginning to show On his hot cheeks.
Ut you knew, why did you do It"
she repeated. "You wrote me that my
income was from dividends, and
knew and thought nothing about 1t, but
II the stock which came to me was
worthless how could It pay dividends"
alt did not" he answered huskily.
'That distillery stock, ] tell you. isn't
worth the matches to burn it"
"But there has been no difference
IN nv income" she persisted steadily.
"Why! Can you explain that to me-"
"Yes; can," he replied. And 1t
seemed to her that he spoke with
palhd and bitter desperation. like a
man driven to the wall. 81 can II you
think you want to know"
ri do"
81 sent It."
"Do you mean from your own
"I mean it was my own money"
She had not taken her eyes from his.
which met hers straightly and angrily,
and at this she leaned forward, gazing
NJ him with profound scrutiny.
"why did you send itT' she asked.
"Charity," he answered after palpa-
bic hesitation.
Her eyes widened, and she leaned
back against the Intel Of the door.
staring ct him incredulously. Char
ttyw she echoed IN a whisper.
Perhaps he mistook her amazement
nt bis performance for dismay caused
by the sense Of her own position, Tor
as she seemed to weaken before him
the strength of his own habit Of domi-
nance came back to him. Charity,
madam he broke out, shouting intol'
erably. Charity. dye hear? was
friend o. the man that made the money
you and your grandfather squandered
I was q friend Of Jonas Tabor. l say
That's why was willing to support
YOU for a year and over rather than
let a niece Of his suffer"
"'Sufferv she cried. Support!
You sent me a hundred thousand
francs"
The white splotches which had mot
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