Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1912-12-03
Along the road a carriage We

moving slowly toward her-an ele
CANT affair, glittering with Frencl
varnish and drawn by pair Of high
stepping horses-the same vehicle
which had we'll nigh run over her a
Point Shirley. On it's velvet cushion
lolled the man whom she had curseC
that day, and who had sent her tn,
ten-dollar note. Rolling home from
superb dinner, he was leaning listless
ly back in his seat, lighted ciga
held in his delicately gloved fingers
and he himself lost evidently IL
thought, which the slow pace of tn,
horses and the utter loneliness of tn,
Landscape seemed to favor. He wa
an image Of perfect repose, unsus
pecting, off his guard.
And Moll Dill? At the sight hel
PROSTATE body seemed to stiffen in ev
cry limb. She had known that HI
would pass this spot-that, If sht
waited patiently, she might see hin
again this day-and yet the same ashJ
whiteness which the first glimpse o.
him had called to her face overspreat
it anew; a devil incarnate flashed in.
to her distended eyes. Nearer the
carriage drew and nearer. Neither
servent nor master saw the thicket
at the entrance of the old lane, mol
the wild-eyed thing crouching in it:
NIL
turned in the sun, the horses champ
ed their silver bits. He was coming
he was close beside her! With g
movement stealthy, swift as lightning
Moll snatched a stone from the wall
sharp, jagged, heavy, all that hei
grasp could compass. Another turn Of
the wheels, another tramp of the
spirited hoofs, and gathering herself
up for the effort, she raised her
strong right arm and with all hel
might dashed the missile straight al
the pale, cold, high face. A de.
termined aim and a true one! The
stone struck the occupant Of the car
riage full in the forehead; it was like
bolt from heaven. The blood spurt-
ed out, hot and red. Without word
or sound he fell back in his seat, sense
less as log.
A cry broke from the frightened
driver-it started his spirited horses
They gave a plunge, a snort, and
dashed off at headlong speed. Swift
as snake Moll wriggled under the
gate, crawled a few yards into the tall
grass of the lane, and there lay down.
with her face to the earth, holding
her very breath.
In the midst of all her hate ard
fury, a wholesome fear Of discovery
was upon her. Three months Of life
at Deer Island had given her a lis
taste for further Imprisonment. She
listened, but heard nothing; waited,
but no living thing appeared to disturb
her. The carriage had vanished
tearing horses, frightened driver,
bleeding master and all. Had her
well-aimed missile killed him? Il
hope SOL" she said to herself savage
ly. IF I'd had a knife. and could
have got near enough to him, I'd have
plunged 1t into his heart'
The sun set. Moll raised herself
cautiously, at last, and looked out into
the road. All was silent there, no
living thing was in sight. She gath
cred courage, pulled her bonnet
straight, shook the grass and leaves
from her shawl, and stepped forth in
to the highway. A moments obser-
vation convinced her that the coast
was clear. Without further delay she
set her wicked face again toward the
city. It was dark by the time she
reached East Boston Ferry. She paid
her toll with the last pennies which
she had in the world, and rushing
down the slip scrambled upon the
boat with such haste that she nearly
fell overheard. A woman standing
near caught her by the arm.
BE careful" she said. kindly;
accidents often happen on these
boats"
Wrathfully Moll shook off that
helping hand.
Mind your own business!" sne
growled. II don't thank you Tor in
terferring 'twixt me and the water.
It's twenty-three years ago this very
night that 1 tried to drown myself in
this very harbor, from a boat like
this, and cursed be the hour and tho
man that baff1ed me! 1t would have
been a deal better for me and for
him too, if he'd let me gone down."
Then slipping past the astontshe1
woman, she skunk into the darkest
corner of the cabin, and there sat 81
lent and motionless, while happier and
better people laughed and chatted
around her, and the boat went plung-
| ing across the harbor toward the light
of the city proper.
AS it touched the opposite side, Mol
was the first person to spring upon
the drop. A moment more, md she
had lost herself in labyrinth OF
North End streets.