Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-05-14


lguttural groans. Beulah Sands smil-
ed, the smile Of an infant in the era
Idle. She took one beautiful hand from
the paper and passed 1t over Bob's
bronzed cheek, just as the infant
touches it's mothers face with its
chubby fingers. In my horror I al
most expected to hear the purling of
a babe. My eyes in their perplexity
must have wandered from her face,
for l suddenly became aware Of q
great black headline spread across
the top Of the paper that she had been
reading:
FRIDAY, THE 18TH"
And beneath in one Of the col
umns:
"TERRIsLE TRAGEDY IN vIR-
| GINIA."
1.-THE Most Prominent Citizen Of the
State, ex-united States Senator and
Ex-Governor, Judge Lee Sands Of
Sands Landing; While Temporarily
| Insane from the Loss Of His For
tune and Millions of the Funds for
Which He Was Trustee, Cut the
Throat of His Invalid Wife, His
Daughters, and Then His Own. All
Three Died Instantly"
| In another column:
"Robert Brownley Creates the Most
Disastrous Panic In the History OF
Wall Street and Spreads Wreck and
Ruin Throughout the Country"
A hideous picture scared its every
light and shade on my mind, through
my heart, into all my soul. A fren-
zied- finance harvest scene with its
cory crop; in the center one living
dead, part Of the picture. yet the
ghost left to haunt the painters, one
Of whom was already covering before
the black and bloody canvas.
Well did the world-artist who wrote
over the door Of the madhouse: Man
can suffer only to the limit, then he
shall know peace" understand the
wondrous wisdom Of his God. Beu-
lar Sands had gone beyond her limit
and was at peace.
The awful groaning stopped, and an
ashen pallor spread over Bob Brown
leys face Before I could catch him
he rolled backward upon the floor as
dead. Bob Brownley, too, had gone
beyond his limit. bent over him
and lifted his head, while the sweet
woman-child knelt and covered his
face with kisses, calling in a voice
like that Of tiny girl speaking to her
doll Bob, my Bob, wake up. wake
up; your Beulah wants you." AS
placed my hand upon Bob's heart and
felt it's beat grow stronger, as
listened to Beulah Sands childish
voice, joyishly confident as 1t called
upon the one thing left Of her old
world, some Of my terror passed. In
| its place came great mellowing
sense Of Gods marvellous wisdom. l
thought gratefully Of my mothers al
ways ready argument that the law Of
laws, of Gods and nature, is that Of
compensation. I had allowed Bob's
head to sink until it rested In Beu-
lah's lap, and from his calm and
steady breathing I could see that he
had safely passed a crisis, that at
least he was not in the clutches OF
DEATH as 1 had at first feared.
Bob slept. Beulah Sands ceased her
calling and with a smile raised her
fingers to her lips and softly said:
Hush, my Bob's asleep" Together
we held vigil over our sleeping lover
and friend, she with the happiness OF
child who had no fear Of the awak-
ening, 1 with silent terror Of what
would come next had seen one mind
waited to the unknown that day. Was
| it to have a companion to cheer and
solace it on its far journey to the
great beyond? How long we waited
Bob's awakening I could not tell. The
clocks hands said an hour; 1t seemed
to me an age. At last his magnificent
physique, his imprisoned blood and
splendid brain pulled him through to
his new world Of mind and heart tor
ture. His eyelids lifted. He looked
at me, then at Beulah Sands, with
eyes so sad, so awful in their per-
picked mournfulness, that I almost
wished they had never opened, or had
opened to let me see the childlike look
that now shone from the girls.
His gaze finally rested on her and his
lips murmured "Beulah."
There, Bob, I thought you would
know 1t was time to wake up" She
bent over and kissed him on the eyes
again with the loving ardor child
bestows upon its pets.
He slowly rose to his feet. / could
see from his eyes and the shudder
that went over him as he caught sight
of the paper on the desk that he was
himself; that memory Of the happen
ings Of the day had not fled in his
sleep. He rose to his full height, his
head went up, and his shoulders back,
but only from habit and for an in
slant. Then he folded Beulah Sands
to his breast and dropped his head
upon her shoulder He sobbed like
father with the corpse Of his child.
"Why. Bob, my Bob, is this the way
you treat your Beulah when she's let
you sleep so your beautiful eyes
would be pretty for the wedding? Is
this the way to act before this kind
han who has come to take us to the
church? Naughty, naughty Bob
looked at her, at Bob, in horror.
was beginning to realize the abso-
lutte deafness of this woman. From
the first look l had known that her
mind had fled, but knowledge is not
always realization. She did not even
know who was. Her mind was dead
to all but the man she loved, the
man who through all those long days
Of her suffering she had silently wor-
SHIPPED To all but him she was new
born.
At the sound of wedding
church." Bobs head slowly rose from
her shoulder. I saw his decision the
instant l caught his eye; I realized