The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1868-05-21

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course. There was no mistake abou
the matter! So Lizzie Graham was
committed to the county prison te
to await further trial. A considerable
crowd followed her. though the storm
was severe and as the grated door wa.
about to shut her in, looking from one
face to another with vain hope o
help, she recognized the young man
who had proffered her u kindness a few
moments before. She made a gesture
and he was at her side in an instant.
stop" he commanded, "let her
speak to me-"
And the warden obeyed, for Dick
Renshawe was the first man in the
city.
Poor mother, and little Tom,' she
said, her lips quiveriug. "If you would
only send them word--they will bc so
uneasy"
II will. Where do they live ?'
She named the street. Then he stop
ped, and laid his hand on her head
Little girl, what can do for you p
You are not guilty OF this charge"
Her fearful eyes brightncd.
Don't trouble about that, SIR" she
said, quietly. "God will clear me ~
| Through all the weary days that in
tervened before the trial, Dick Rem
shave worked aud waited. Never was
Il mans soul SO full of his work. Day
and night the girls white face, and
dove eyes were before him. He enga-
ged the most eminent counsel in the
case-but every one told him it was
useless. OF course, the girl would he
found guilty-was guilty. What she
had done with the jewel was the only
| question.
, On the the day before the trial he went
! to see Miss Dcrwent herself She came
down readily enough, but with look
| OF resentment in her fine eyes, for Mr.
Renshawe was an old admirer of hers
and he had been neglectful of late. -
| But unconscious or careless of all this,
the young man plunged into his bust
ness tonce.
miss Derwent, Lizzie Graham will
| be convicted tomorrow ?' he said.
Miss Derwent raised her brows in
well bred surprise.
$50 | supposed Mr. Rcnshawe!"
"Nou believe her guilty ?"
~ do!n
He rose to depart.
"And you intend to send her to the
States prison ?'
1.-The law will send her there"
Good morning, Miss Derwent!'
"Good morning, Mr.. Renshawe!"
And they bad been almost lovers =
Dick went to consult with the counsel,
and Miss Derwent cut to the very
quick, dispatched a message to Count
Gcravis to attend her to the OPERA that
night. At late hour Dick Renshawc
dropped in, hoping that the music
might soothe his excited nerves. His
interest in the impen ding trial was
amounting to n madness. He chaneed
int lnS t,,,t
vents. She was looking her best, as
she always did, when she wore the
wine colorcd velvet; and when she
arose to depart, the young man, more
from habit than anything else, raised
his glass to inspect her. n CLEAN of
light almost blinded him--a glowing
star, as it were, in the folds of her
sweeping train. He started to his feet
with suppressed cry. The next in
slant he was at her side, dsengaging
the diamond from its hiding place
Look here, Miss Derwent," ne cried.
h"idig ii ietore her astonished eyes
see your diamond and you have car
ried 1t in your robe all this time, while
that poor child has been laying in pris-
on. Oh shame, shame!"
"Mr. Renshawe, am sorry," she
began bat he was gone before she had
finished her sentence
Lizzie Graham, sitting all alOne in
her gloomy cell, reading her Bible by
The .iini light of the prison lamp, heard
the heavy door swing open, and swift
steps ring down the corridor. She
looked up in wondering alarm. Dick
Rcnshawe stood before her his bearded
i;"e rs happy and trsmulous as II wo-
naus.
Little girl he said "I offered to do
you kindness once, and you refused to
accept it. come to give you freedom
now-you are clear. Miss Derwent has
found her diamond, stuck in the velvet
robe she wore that night.'
Lizzie smiled, and then her eyes
filled with tears.
II knew that God would clear me, I"
she whispered, softly.
Three months later, when the skies
We're blue, and the fields green, and all
the hedges white and sweet with haw-
thorn bloom, Lizzie and her mother,
and little Tom, were all down at Il little
seaside cottage--not a fashionable re-
sort, but IA quiet, happy little place that
Mr.. Relishawe had selected for its rural
beauty. Mrs. Grallam's health was
falling, and Tom needed country air, he
said. - they were all down there. --
Lizzie had been out all the afternoon.
gathering StfaWDcffieS, ana came home
at sunset, her lips and fingers dyed rosy
red, and her eyes bright with joy
Dick met her on the lawn, with his
fishing tackle across his shoulders. lie
| threw it down, and took the basket
from her arm. They walked on silent
ly for u moment or two, then he came
to a sudden halt.
"Lizzie," he began, abruptly, his
voice broken and tremulous, II might
As well speak now as any time. Pvc
been all over the world. and known
scores OF fine women, but l never
knew what love was until / saw your
face. Will you be my wife, Lizzie ?"
Lizzie looked up at the summer
heaven, where the stars were coming
out, and breathed her answer like a
prayer.
II will. Mr.. Renshawen'
That night she told her mother, and
the widows wan face seemed to regain
a measure Of its lost youth ; and little
Tom, listening, and comprehending,
clapped his hands with delight.
Didn't l tell you so, mother" he
said didn't | tell you that Lizzie :
Prince would turn up by-and-by ~
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