St. Landry democrat., 1889-05-11
CHAPTER VII,

Reginald and Miss Penkeville were
seized, and their boat towed to ship, car
ryipg twenty guns, and they We're placed
in irons.
miss Penkeville, it seems as if fate had
decreed that we should not part, we are
in the power of the Spanish, for what
crime God only knows, but we will not be
kept in waiting long, for they shoot
upon very short &C 1uaintance, with per
haps the mockery of trial"
Agnes Penk eville placed her manacled
hands in his, as she Strengthened.
Ire 5inald, | would ask no sweeter fate
than to fsll by your side, for future years
would only he miseries to me, and | can
feel that others may claim you living, but
shall claim you dead oh. Reginald, we
VIII go hand in hand down the Ozark valley
of shadows. :"
"Ah Miss Penkeville,. you have been
signing to be heroine, your wish has been
gratifed at fearful cost. Have you
thought of the disgrace that will be un-
justly heaped upon US, while we are pow
erless to defend thGa; honor that is as dear
to you as to me; have you thought of the
uncharitableness of human nature, that
only sees one side, and that is the most
evil one, without ever SO much as saying
we will wait"
II think of nothing, Mr.. Flowerdew,
and care less for the cold opinion of
world. for there is a God in Heaven. If
we please Him we please ourselves-life
is short, eternity is long,"
"Supposing we should be liberated do
you think your incredulous story would be
credited?'
"Alas no, the bauble of friendship
would hardly stand the test
A week had elapsed, when the snchor
was paid out, all they could hear was the
tide waves that beat against the ships
side
They were removed to the cell of a
dungeon in Moro, where they counted the
days by the booming of the sunset gun.
Reginald's soul was filled with deepest
wee, how his mind flew to the little nest
and it's inmates, SO helplessly dependent
upon him for the daily supplies that sus-
tanned life sometimes he looked upon the
young girl before him in wonder, and
often came to the conclusion that she did
not have good sense, for she shamed his
manhood with her calm peaceful face,
ever gazing into his own, the soul of Joan
of Arc. was shining in the glorious graz
eyes.
The muffied roll of the drum startled
them like the fash of a cannon, the regu-
lar tramp of platoons sounded above them,
what did it meant was lifes journey SO
nearly ended and the dark valley so near.
Their prison door swung back, file of
soldiers escorted them to the parapet,
where they were to look their last upon
the sun.
They had been condemned unheard, and
and were placed in front of massive
stone embrasure with file Of soldiers in
front.
Reginald begs that they will not bandage
his eyes, not muscle quivers, he glanced
at the face of the brave girl at his side,
smile is wreathing her lips, muir
muir of admiration runs along the line.
they are kneeling in prayer, when
that was finished they embraced as friends,
he kissed the pale lips, and they were
ready they stand side by side, with the
courage of despair written in every line of
the firm set mouths.
TO BE CONTINUED.
CThis beautiful story was commenced In Vol ~,
No. 10, of March 90, 1889. of THE AMERICAN. Per
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