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Atlanta, Ga., Wetk Ending February 15, 1902
NUMBER? 52
VOLUME XL
inanS room save old Lewis, who was In
stalled as nurse, much to the chacrin of
Tilly Brook an^ the disgust of Mrs. Fair
fax. who declared that Felix, with Time's
help, were the proper ones to nurse her
brother. Bjt Dr. Wilkie would not have
it so. Honor, he declared, would return’
and help Lewis.
It was deafly seen by all that the good
doctor did not share the belief in Honor’s
guilt, though the servants, with nearly
all of Flugervllle, ere this time'believed
her guilty of trying to murder her father.
One strong point against her was the
disappearance of the large sum of money
drawn from the bank a few days before.
Old Lewis very reluctantly had to admit
that ’ he gave the money to his master.
and left the father and- daughter counting
over the bills. He did hot believe Miss
Honor took that money, hS said firmly,
but a thorough search in all Mr. Fairfax's
private desks and drawers could not bring
to light the missing money—and, then,
whv was Honor not there, said the wise
people, if she was innocent? Why was
she not at her post?
Only a faint clew of her had been
found. Mr. Hathway, the ticket agent,
had sold a ticket to a lady about 3 o'clock
the morning of the attempted murder.
He had not seen her face, as she wore
a veil, but 3he wore a stylish traveling
dress and was going as far as Galnsvllle,
be believed, on his road.
Already detectives were on her track.
If she was Innocent, she should be there
to clear herself; if not, avowed the good
people of Flugervllle, she must pay the
full penalty of her crime.
Honor, all unconscious of the terrible
suspicion upon her or that v any one was
following her, after leaving the train at
Gatnsville, leisurely made her’way to the
platform of the depot and asked *in her
clear, firm tones If she could secure a
carriage for a couple of hours- Imagine
her surprise tvhen a middle-aged gentle-.
Eliza is not strong; fnMhgg0aa)^^da-
thew.”
It was Tilly Brook that spoke: “I can.
I think, tell you that Honor Fairfax is
riot here. I myself went to summon her
an hour ago, but She wasn't in her room.
Her bed hasn’t been slept in at all and
your mother met her In the hall very late
last night. I was up just before dawn
trying Jto find something to case my
toothache, and as I passed Honor’s room
I saw a dim light burning, but it was out
when I came back. Lewis found the
back hall door wide open this morning.”
It was Impossible for Felix not to see
the malignant gleam that shone in her
eyes as she turned toward him.
The detectives exchanged glances, then
turned to Mrs. Fairfax who was propped
up with pillows on the sofa.
“Can you tell us anything of this mys
terious disappearance of your niece; surely
you know?” .they asked.
But Mrs. Fairfax would tell them noth
ing. She lay moaning and wringing her
hands, calling first to Honor and then her
brother, beseeching them not to be angry
with each other.
“There must have been some trouble be
tween Mr. Fairfax and his daughter. It
doesn't look well for the missing girl,”
looked rather than spoke the detective,
and more than one servant caught their
meaning.
Then Felix was questioned; “Had your
uncle any money about him?"
“Old Lewis can tell you more of my
uncle's' affairs than I can; he and Honor
attended to him; he seldom consulted me,”
replied Felix.
At that moment Lewis made his appear
ance.
“Thapk the Lord, old master is coming
to. Dr. Wilkie Is jwith -him and he can
breathe.”
"What did you say?" screamed Mrs.
Fairfax, and when told again that her
brother was breathing she grew so wild
she had to be carried to her room.
It was. almost a miracle, but faithful
old Lewis had brought his master back
to life by rubbing and sponging the poor,
discolored face, blowing his breath In tilf
mouth and forcing brandy down his '
throat with Dr. Wilkie’s help, i^rhom he
had sent for uqknown, to anyoi Lj^.rAamp.
result wash return o.7 life. J ^ 1 ,
when she would look on that face so
dear to her again. Honor Fairfax would
never have left his side that night But—
"Fate whirls on the bark.
And the rough gale sweeps from the ris
ing tide
The lazy calm of thought.”
—Bulwer I^ytton.
As Honor left her father she little
his friends to take a run with the hog
and to be on time had had to rise. ea|
than he liked. He seated himself at
breakfast table just as his mother .
TIUv entered the room.
“Where’s Honor?” he asked of
mother brusquely.
“I was just going to ask you the m
question,” she replied.
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IMMmLEABE fasten the door,
R p Honor, and turn the light
I! a little lower? There, that
■ will do.” The girl obeyed
fgggmgmm silently, then seated her-
1 self on the low foot stool
at the old man's feet,
while he continued in lower
■ tones; “And, Honor, here's
the money all secure in
SEjMWBll this purse; you can’t have
■Cfc'JWBs1 any trouble about it, and
you remember all the in
structions about it, don't
you?"
father, I think I do. but"—and
Honor looked up in the old man’s face
with eyes both tender and appealing.
"But what? My little girl Is not afraid,
is she? Why, I always thought you were
above the ordinary girl; you are not at all
timid.”
“Honor laughed nervously. “You give
me. more credit, papa, than I deserve,
for I feel nervous some way over this
affair, and I thought that maybe you
had changed your mind and would send
Lewis after all.”
“No, no: Lewis or anyone but you
Honor. You are the only one that I can
trust to do what you must do. I wish
you were more willing."
“Oh, father,” said Honor, quickly catch
ing the hand that lay on her shoulder
and holding it in both of hers, “it is not
that; you know how well I like to be of
use to you. but I feel afraid, not for
myself, but I fear for you. I know you
are much better, but still you mar need
me.”
"Oh. now, that’s It, is it? Well, well,
you needn't have any fear for me. Your
old father feels much better today. Then
your Aunt Udora and Felix will be re,
but little comfort I'll get from them.”
ha added slowly.
* .“Now, papa, you Just think that. Aunt
ydopi I* so kind and Felix isn’t bad.”
“No. pot to look at, Honor, bat he Is
not the- WouM Hm to ace master-
1 InsFairf.-iaWeVT. HO qM would
bladder
t for Its'
me—and
‘™*c tnV f • •'* rSKBre when
,ie, and**yogfj fltboor. Pill be mis-
a,treA-of all that I bam
K “Oh, papa, you are too kind to me. and
know Felix would be awfully put out.
Aunt Udora saMr only yesterday that
Felix would be heir to this dear old home,
at your death, but she spoke kindly of
me. She said I should live here, too.”
“Yes. I know Udora, but she's counting
her chickens before they’re hatched. I
knew when she came here three months
ago she meant mischief, though she pre
tended to one so good, she's only plotting
and hatching up schemes against us, you
and me. Honor.”
“But, papa, you were so very III and
she wanted to see and nurse you,” said
Honor soothing'ly.
“Bosh,” said Mr. Fairfax In disgust,
“do you suppose for a moment that
Udora or Felix would have left their
home nnd friends to -come all the way
out here to see and nurse me If I had
been a poor man? No, Indeed, I know
Udora. She thinks she can hoodwink me
from making a will and wheedle me out
of my money. In that case all would
so to Felix, knowing you to be jriy
adopted daughter. But it shan't be so;
it' sha'nt be so. Honor,” he cried excit
edly.
“Ntt, papa, we won’t have It that way,”
said Honor, winding her soft arms about
his neck soothing him as she would a
child. -‘Now. we won’t think any more
about It tonight, papa, but It shall be as
you say.”
•'It sure.y shall, my little girl, and I
shall send Udora and Felix away from
here in less than a week. Hark!" said
the old man, starting up. "I thought I
heard some oi.e. child.”
"And so did I, papa, but I can't see
any one. Oh, it must have been puss,
papa. See. here she comes. Puss, you
naughty cat to frighten me,” said Honor,
stooping to rub the soft, white fur as puss
climbeij to her knee.
“It didn't sound like puss.” said Mr.
Fairfax fretfully, “and now. Honor, the
money. You have it safe?”
"Yes, papa, and I'm to go as far as
Gainesville. There I will meet a woman,
or lady, rather, and she will be expect
ing me. I am to gtve her the money,
get a receipt and come home. Mum is
the word, and no one Is the wiser. See,
papa. I have it all by heart, haven't I?"
“Yes. dear, all correct, and now. Honor,
you give me your word never to reveal
what I've told you. It is a secret I never
want any one to know, not even you. and
but for this illness of mine”—
“But you haven't told me any secret,
papa. You just want me to carry a large
sum of money and give it to a woman
asking no questions about it."
“Yes. that's so, child, but you know
there must be a little secret behind it all.
But I have your promise, come what
may. you will never reveal what you
know or try to seek out what you do
not know and what I do not wish you
to know?”
“Yes, I promise you, papa, and now I
will kiss you goodnight, or goodby rather,
for I will not see you tomorrow.”
Ah, if she could have seen,how and
wUtptKa life Jiff™on a tbri, e f'
declared the "doctor, "and the greatest
care must be taken.”
“Honor attended to him, he seldom con
sulted me,” replied Felix.
At that moment Lewis made his appear
ance.
“Thank the Lord, old master Is coming
to. Dr. Wilkie Is with him and he can
breathe.”
“What did you say?" screamed Mrs.
Fairfax, and when told again that her
brother was breathing, she grew so wild
she Wad to be carried to her room.
It was almost a miracle, but faithful
old Lewis bad brought his master back
to life, rubbing and sponging the poor dis
colored face, blowing his breath In his
mduth and forcing brandy down his
throat, with Dr. Wilkie’s help, whom he
had send for, unbeknown to anyone, and
the Jesuit was a return of life.
It seemed to those that had seen him a
few hours ago almost incredible, but still
It was true. Dr. Wilkie himself came
from the sick room shortly afterwards to
verify old Lewis's statement.
“Mr. Fairfax's life hung on a thread,”
declared the doctor, “and the greatest
care must be taken.” '
No one was allowed to enter the sick
gervtlle. are & oar that you read^^^EJ
“Your aetlons v be5fiiSr your' tnoitgtrt. thi!
detective, but he said reassuringly with an
undermeaning Honor did not catch. “I
em from Flugervllle, but your father Is
rather better than he was.” He empha
sized his last words so strongly. Honor
wondered at hijji stiff more, as she fol-.
lowed him to the waiting room. Once
there he stopped short, not offering her a
chair, and in a blunt business manner
told her of the attempted murder, of the
suspicion resting on her. that he was
there to arrest and take her back to
stand her trial and be held for murder ‘
until there was a change in Mr. Fairfax’s
condition, unless she eould clear herself,
which he hoped she could do.
Through al! of this Honor stood tall and l
erect befere this man, her clear eyes'
never wavering for a second from his
face. She spoke not a word or uttered a
cry, but stood with wide open eyes. Her
white blanched face sent a thrill of fear
to him. Surely she did not hear aright,
she did not understand, so still and mo
tionless she stood she might have been
an image cut from stone. He had been
too abrupt.
He laid his hand on her shoulder and
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“She spoke not a. word or uttered a. cry—but stood with wide open eyes, her white bleached face sending a thrill of fear
to him; surely she didn't hear aright
thought of the tangled net .of thread
work Fate was weaving round her.
In the hall she met Mrs. Fairfax,
though it was long' past the time she
usually retired. {Neither of the two wom
en were pleased with this encounter, but
Mrs. Fairfax was first to speak. She
did not try to conceal her anger.
She had of late almost entirely taken
charge of her brother's house—little by
little at first until now Honor had to sub
mit in many little things where she once
ruled as mistress.
This was not pleasing to Honor, but
she could not help herself. She could
not fight the strong will of her aunt—
not her aunt in reality, but by adoption.
This fact she was so often brought to
think of that now it was seldom from
her mind, but It was so adroitly done
that she never knew who .to be vexed
with, her Aunt Udora or herself.
It was always "my dear Honor, you
are so young,” or "you see, dear. If you
were really my poor dear brothM - ’ • own
child,” and so little by little Honor was
made to feel very dependent where she.
until now was so light hearted and inde
pendent one word from her father and
all would have been changed, but that
word Honor, from her very independence,
would not speak. As she encountered
her aunt on her way to her room she felt
vexed, but before she could speak her
aunt said sharply: “What, are you still
up. Honor? I hope my dear brother Is
no worse. I see you are from his room?”
“He is Just about the same, I beljeve,”
said Honor, and would have passed on
had not her aunt caught her by the
arm. whisking her around.
“Honor,” she said, “what kept you In
my brother's room so late? You know
it is not commop.”
“I-I. why alint,” stammered Honor,
“papa has been talking to me.”
“What have you been telling my broth
er. girl? Speak.”
"I think. Mrs. Fairfax." said Honor,
coldly, “that you are up later than usual
yourself.” and before her aunt could re
ply she had left” her.
When once In her room she bolted her
door and at once began making prepara
tions for her Journey.
The next morndng there was great ex
citement at Fairfax Hall.
Mrs. Fairfax had not rested well; she
looked pale and haggard. Tilly Brook,
Mrs. Fairfax’s companion,, had suffered
with toothache, though her ttoln features
did not show it. Felix was* in a bad
mood. He had arranged with some of
“Have you seen her this morning,
Tillv?”
“I am not Miss Fairfax's keeper^ and,
therefore, have not mfa her this morn
ing.” . > /
“Tilly,” command* / Mrs. Fairfax, but
Just at that motncl/ oil Lewis rushed
Into the room. SfiD, fyea were wild with
fright. The poor er‘man seemed unable
to stand his 11 mbs.' (hook so. Catching
the back of a Support, he said
In a smothered atOp^.v
"Something dreadful' has happened, Mr.
Felix. Old Master is dead.”
"Dead!” cried Mrs. Fairfax, faintly
sinking into a chair.
“Good heaven, not dead?” said Felix.
“Surely, man, you don’t mean that?”
“Yes, dead—murdered,” groaned Lewis.
“Oh, it’s awful.”
“Who could have done it?” asked Felix,
looking around the group of excited faces,
for the servants had now, gathered
around old Lewis, each eager to learn
what had befallen their ma^teh.
They were speaking In low, frightened
voices. Two of them were attending to
Mrs. Fadrfax. The shock had' been to#
much for her and she lay moaning and
crying. “My poor dear brother dead—
murdered and in his own house-'” Then,
screaming aloud for some one to bring
the detectives aqd find the wicked person'
who had done this deed.
Not so with Tilly Brook. She stood by,
her hard features never changing. When
she spoke her voice was hard and cold,
but it had the effect of checking to
some exteqt the excited servants.
“Felix, Lewis and you, Eliza, come
with me and we will see for ourselves ff
murder has been done.”
A moment later Felix pushed open the
door of his uncle’s room and stood
aghast at the horrible sight that met his
view.
On the floor lay the pitiful old man,
his white hair disheveled, his eyes al
most bursting from their sockets, his
face well-nigh black from strangulation,
his hands clinched tight to the towel
that was twisted two or three times
around his neck, doing its deadly work.
It was a pitiful, awful sight to see and
each one turned pale as they looked upon
it. Old Lewis stood by sobbing like a
child. While Felix and Tilly turned the
dead man over. Not a bruise or scratch
was found on him, and it was without a
doubt the towel had done the work.
There had been no struggle. Mr. Fair
fax must have fallen asleep in his chair
and someone had crept in, knotted the
Until now no one had thought of Honor.
Where was she? Surely she should be
here at this time.
“Eliza,” called Felix, “g 0 and bring
Miss Honor. She possibly does not know
anything has happened. She was up late
last night.”
“Haven’t you told her yet?” asked the
detective sharply of Felix.
At that moment Eliza entered the room
and her white, scared face sent a thrill
of terror to those that saw it.
“Honor, where Is she? speak girl,” cried
Felix, catching her by the-arm.
“Be careful, Felix; see she's fainting.
A Realistic Ante-Bellum Drama
de groun's, roun’ in de front ter git er-
way frum dem udder niggers. I mek lub
elegant, but dat gal so skittish I cy’arn
do nuttln' wid er tall—not eben put mer
arm roun’ ’er. She des lak er jaybird;
she. t’ink lub-makin’ consis’ ob makln’
er heap er fuss, an’ ’zlstin'. tell bimeby
we tuck an’ run rite' slap-dab up on
Marse Curtis an’ Miss Hdpe settin’ in
er sort er li’le den place de call er bower
an’ de hed de arms roun’ one nurr; er
at leas’ Marse Curtis had hls'n roun’ her,
an’ her haid on he shouider mlty peace
able. Llddy say bofe de arms ez out er
place (I ain' shore ’bout dat), an' she
use ter ape eber t'ing her misUs do an’
wear, so .w’en she seed hit ’uz de style I
didn' hab no more trubble wid her wig
glin’ roun’.
“She say hit des 'kase Miss Hope done
It, but I don’ bellebe ter dis day Miss
Hope bed her arms roun' 'lm. I t'lnks
Llddy des put in er ll’le 'provement uv
her own rite dar. We got home Sunnay
night, an’ 'fore Gord, ef dat man Joe
Atkins wam't 'plainin' ’bout bein' hon-
gry! Nobody never did find out 'bout de
trip.
“We kep’ on fer mos' two y'ar; w’en
we warn't at colllg we wuz havin’ 'cep-
tions an’ house parties an’ cawn-shuck-
in’s an' coon hunts. Dem wuz happy
days, marster. sho'! De Etywah valley
de lies’ place in de worl’, enyhow.
“But bimeby 'long come de war. W’en
hit 'uz norated roun’ dat hit 'uz er sho’
null war,: Marse Curtis come home f’um
collig an’ jined de fust comp’ny. Ole
marster wuz er doctor, an’ didn’ haf ter
go, er at leas’ warn’ spected to, but he
tuck de roan an’ went enyhow. He
come fum fi'tln’ stock, he did! I 'member
des ez well de rrtawnin’ we ail lef. De
bulljine on de state road wuz dar at
Cfyartersville fer ter pull us, wid er long
train all covered wid flags; an’ dar wuz
music an’ speechisfyln’ (dat man Drum
monds made er pow'ful > speech, but he
nuver went endurin’ de whole war), an’
cryln' an’ kissln’ goodby. Dat ar nigger
Llddy cried den, sho’ - !
“We nuver seed ’em no more in mos’
two y'ar. We fit an’ fit, th’oo de skeertes’
places dis nigger eber in. Marster an'
Marse Curtis de didn’ ’pear ter mine bul-
iits no more'n rain. ’Cose I warn’ feared
much; but I study ’bout how I don’
'longst ter merse’f, an’ I ain’t, got no
rite ter th’ow way marster's thousan’
dollar nigger by goin’ain de tj&ttle. Eber
time I got in site, eben w en I didn' hab
no gun, but des tryln’ ter keep in site er
Marse ■ Curtis, de eber one shoot rite at
me time de see' me. Bout dat time I git
ter studyln' ’bout how dat nigger dar ’ud
cry ef I git kilt, an’ I des git so sorrow
ful I haf ter Walk back ter de rear rite
slow. Dat's er fack! Indurin’ er ail dis
time Marse Curtis ud git he letters fum
mistis an' Miss Hope, wid er note ter
me fum Llddy In hit- Sometimes de
didn' come fer er month at er time,
w'en we fl’tin’, an' Marse Curtis he'd g*t
res'less. Uv er nite he’d read de las’ one
he got tell ’e mos' knowed hit by heart
lak or speech. Den he'd gft down an'
say he pra’rs, an’ I knowed in reason dat
he'd pray sompin nurr ’bout dat gal wid
de cawn silk bar at home.
“Bimeby us all got furbelows an’ come
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E hed done fix hit up dat
Marse Curtis
'uz sick, an’
tole ’em ter sen’ he vlttles
up to he room. De done
dat fer two days, an’ he
^ room mate, Mr. Joe Atkins.
sich er pow’ful eater dat
he eat hit all up an’ lick
de plate eber time, wid his
reg’lar meals ter boot.
•Never seed sich er eater
sence I wuz bawn! ■
“De dld’n’ th’ow no dish
water on us dat night,
honey, sho’s yo’ bawn! De too glad ter
see us. Heaps er yuther gemmans wuz
dar, but Lawd! de way Miss Hope did
cut ’em ter talk ter de boss one! An’
dem city niggers wuz er bowin' an* er
scrapin’ an! palaverin’ round my gal,
but s hurg?Jjiffiipd on Marse Curtis’ blue
hammer*ta|j^^^ e R|r. Joe’s striped gun-
bar’i ifrtUAJubr'MtC er three-story hat
JfejBMBlen stole from de presi-
S ®ted green (de haids wuz all
hit), so I didn’t ax none ob'
We fy’ah to’h up de patch
h<$’!
r wide th’oo, an’ hed er reg - -
llin’ time. De way we did
—— . Hu .. ad er done yo’ heart good,
marster. I watch mer chance an’ low
ter dat nigger dar ter les’ go an’ circum-
nnblgate erouri’ de groun’s some. She
sgp-«h£ don’t keer nothin’ ’bout hit, but
mm. ’spressed pleasure er de gem-
,WPM aba happy ter comply. We mosied
"JAng shrw on de walks whurr went ober
