The Labor enquirer., 1882-12-30
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j She got up, her face White, her eyes
burning. Nh. simons had time TO notice
that it was beautiful face, clear cut for
tragedy. He was connoissettr and
hunted men to death coolly.
II willInot answer folding her shawl
about her y oh, God, I'll not muir
der you for the sake Of any lie, Sam Y
with smothering cry.
| Carton stepped forward and took her.
in his arms as she fell then turned to
I the lawyer. wko was hesitating how to
apply the thumbscrews.
II know what she saw, Mr.. Simens.
There's no need to force her to,speak the
! words that'll condemn me, likely. She's
tseen Robert Fullmer follow me into the
lane. He must have come, about five
minutes after" s
! ."You are a mad foolw said the old
squire, seating himself in rage. 'D'yst
mean to risk this girls happiness-if
your own life counts for nothing to save
some wretch? Do YEP" II /
lft'Non said Carton huskily,f chatting
Martha's face HIt'll come right Where
I is her fatherw e IT, r.
\H@'He was sent for poste-haste,"" said the
policeman. Somebody dead OF dying
at the Jail. Said he'd be backfn half a
minute" y A.. %ET %~ II
\''You will make out the necessary
papers, squire?" said Simons, lowering
his voice. "You cannot refuse to com
NIT this man for trial.m .-....
buttons color went and came angrily, $
and he fell to chewing his quill again,
"No, certainly not Mr.. Simons.s will
make them out" Z
The trial was over. Her trial. 1t had
left her like one dead She\kneW moth
ing but thatsh was kindly enough lift
! ed into a carriage, and found herself
lying on her own bed, looking Vacantiy
into the great charring fire in the CRATE,
her mother crying softly beside her. She
did not know how long she lay there, it
might have been minutes or hours. Sam.
was to die and she had killed him, all
the world thought So Was it true? He
said if she spoke, truth, God would help
them. The thoughts came to her family,
touched her with but dull points, then
she slept. This was like death, \ she
thought; it might be death. Life was
too horrible for her to beary ~
It grew toward evening; the room was
dusky but for the pleasant, red freight \
shadows She heard faint stir in the
room; after awhile some fresh, cold
hands took hers, not her mothers. It
was long time before she looked up;
then her fathers grizzly face met hers,
with the old eyes dim with tears watch
ing hers.
"Why, Matn' as though he were speak
ing to baby, sPve waited long to have
a word with you. I've story to tell you,
Puss" She tried to comprehend, though
his face grew dim and far-of as he said
that. But he went on, and she under
stood before he had finished. "It's a
short story an I'm afeerd TIl be rough
breaking it to you; but they said I'd best
tell it. You mind that woman as came
in last night? Marget Hench it was.
She was good pure girl two years ago.
You and she used to play together when
you was little,shavers. saw you didn't
speak to her of late That wasn't right,
or womanly, Matty She had much to
bear, Marget had, and other women's
scorn, maybe, was worst of all. So, it
might be, all this pain drove her mad,
or it might be, seein' the man as she
loved comm to love another was what
brought the devil to her, temptin. but
howso'er it was, she made up her mind
to put an end to it all yesterday. She
made up her mind, say, that she and
him and her baby should 60 together to
hell, if God pleased; don't think she
cared where. Yet, Marget was a rosy,
jolly little thing only year or two ago."
. Martha's senses had suddenly grown
quickened, alive. GO on !" she said,
the red blood rushing to her face.
The old man took her head in his
trembling hands and hurried on. $50
she waited for him, the father of her
child you know, in dark lane, and he
with his hands clasped behind him and
his head down, thinking, maybe, Of the