Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1914-01-16

She seated 7ereen DTeStiy Soe" NV
Jury Box and Beneath Lambert.
about her busily, seeking Lambert.
Her eyes for the past few moments
had been travelling down a line OF
the murderers in the jury box. sud-
denly they rested upon the posing
Lambert and recognized him.
$50 that's it, is it?" she remarked
in her hardest and direct voice. the
wretch"
Lambert, however. seeing her eyes
turn from him, was sure that she hao
not recognized him.
To the other woman Mrs. Beamish
turned, and then, pointing to the
murderers, she asked for Lamoerts
benefit:
What are those?"
"Those are murderers, madam y
said the woman.
"They look it." returned Mrs.
Beamish, her voice cutting through
Lambert, "every man Jack of them'
especially that one in the corner
with the hideous red face She
glanced into the catalogue she car
ried. mo. 9-Dr. Crippen. Just
what 1 should have guessed. You
can see the man is monster OF
wickedness."
$50 you can, my lady," agreed the
other.
Lambert shook in his boots, but
not without amusement
"Crime written large across his
ugly face in every line Of it. resumed
Mrs. Beamish, who was having her
revenge entirely unknown to the VIC
tim. And there are good many OF
tbem-a hardened old villain. I could
believe anything of a man with that
face"
$50 could 1, my lady" agreed
readily her companion.
"Yes, and he's extraordinarily like
man I've known, and suspected Tor
long time"
"Lor, lady, that amt no compli-
ment to the gentleman"
He isn't gentleman" SAID
Lambert's punisher, hes quite a
common person and believes himself
as SUCH"
You don't say so, lady,
Don't I, thought And that's moth
ing to what I could say. But, there
I can't look at that creature. 1t
makes me quite i'll, and I'm tired. l
shall sit down for bit-until they
turn the people out
She seated herself directly below
the jury box and beneath Lambert. In
voluntarily the trainer, who mad
been finding it difficult to hold his
pose and keep his face as expression
less as wax, groaned.
Instantly the woman who had been
talking with Mrs. Beamish exclaim-
ed:
"Lor', what was that?"
WHAT"
Didn't you hear it? Sounded like
a groan."
Mrs. Beamish had known perfectly
what the sound was, but she had
very definite plan in her mind regard
ing Lambert, and she pretended she
hadn't heard.
"Wen, why not?" she responded.
Its the chamber Of horrors. I dare
say it's done by machinery-some-
body suffering tortures, or on the rack
or something"
AS Mrs Beamish laid her gold
mesh bag down on the bench beside
her, just under a sign, Beware OF
Pickpockets," the other woman sank
down on the bench with smothered
oh"
What's the matter?" asked Mrs
| Beamish, anxiously.
Its my hunger, my lady, she
said. I'm out of work. 1 haven't
had a morsel of food all day.
| came here thinking that some kind
person might assist me, but
Mrs Beamish passed to the other
very handsome bottle of smelling
salts, which the woman kept.
Feel any better?" asked Mrs
! Beamish.
"A little" confessed the other, and
she slipped into her pocket Mrs
! Beamish's gold bag.
"Oh, my lady, how KIND you are,
she added, as into her specially ar
ranged pocket went all Of the other
loose valuables Of the jealous Mrs
Beamish.
| IF you'd let me offer you some
thing" and Mrs. Beamish's hand