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mmmm JS July(.2 ^rTriOAv. T/VnATLrl 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. Written for CM* janar South 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 Continued on I not page “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 Continued on toot pngo 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