The Wahpeton times., 1891-05-21

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| entered his private Office, told
story and entreated bis assistance.
| She looked up, daring to hope fol
aid. Before her stood Harry Percival
the ardent lover Of her youth. To
him she had been kneeling, supplicat-
ing, and entreating. What If he, a.
she once did, should disdain her suit
treat her with scorn and contemptf
No, he accepted.
Upon the day of the trial he entered
the courtroom. Behold his client!
BY his side sat his sorrowful bride.
Dark the case seemed, stern and severe
the judge, still more stern and hard
hearted appeared the jury. At length
he pleaded, with all the eloquence of
former years. It was but words idly
spoken then; what If such should now
prove the case?
The jury retired, and on their return
amid deathlike stiffness, pronounced
their verdict-''Not guilty"
She knelt before that vast assembly
to thank her kind benefactor. She
rose; by his side stood his friend and
class-mate, the Rev. George Liveston,
who, fearing the worst, had determine
ed to be present to console her.
The evening she had last stood be-
fore him, had he desired to speak
words Of caution; but well he knew,
from past experience, reproach and
scorn would be returned for the kind
ness. All he had to do-alI he could
do-was to unite the bonds and ask
Heaven to bless their union; that her
pathway through life might be strown
with flowers, and never be called upon
to partake of Marah's bitter waters.
The trial over, the scene forgotten,
that wife earnestly hoped it would be
a change for the better. Vain hope!
delusive fancy! as we'll might you trv
to stop the onward flow Of the Missis-
sippi by wooing it with pleasant
words, as to seek by human influence
to change the career of one SO stepped
in crime.
But there came some comfort at
last; babe was born-the image of
its father. How she watched, wept.
and prayed that it would cheer her
pathway, and on the great ocean of
life avoid the shoals and quicksands
upon which his father had been hope
lessly wrecked.
Lonely and sad, one Sunday morn
ing, sorrowful at heart as she heard
the merry chimes of the Sabbath bells.
memory led her back to the sacred
past, and she determined to seek the
house OF God, with her little one by
her side she entered one OF the large
churches of the city. With her head
bowed i'll grief she scarce dared look
around, until at last the minister
arose and announced his text. Such
eloquence before she had never heard,
and with breathless silence that vast
assembly drank in his words.
And who was it that admiring
crowds thus loved to listen to?
None else than George Liyeston, her
former lover.
After services she hastened away to
her hotel, for as yet she had not found
that home which her ardent lover had
pictured to her as being so full of
beauty and promise, and for which
she had exchanged her fathers man.
sion.
Years had passed since then; her
aged father and loved mother had de-
parted to a better land, where the
''weary are at rest"
While she was thinking of her youth
tul days, q servant entered the room.
bearing note.
She hastily opened and read; the
worst had come at last: In a moment
OF passion her husband had struck q
fellow-gambler, injuring him to such an
extent that his life was despaired of,
and he was again confined in Jail.
She hastened to him with words of
comfort and devotion, then again
sought the mansion of Harry Percival,
to plead and entreat again for his
services.
Alas! will he again, without fee or
reward, engage in so dark q cause?
She rangthe door-bell; q servant an
peared. With trembling lips she in
quired for Harry Percival. No such
person lived there.
"Whe-e does helive9"
The maid did not know, and the
people had gone away for the sum-
mer season, to what place she did
not remember.
She sought her hotel, disheartened
and disappointed; and when the day
OF trial arrived another lawyer was
entrusted with the fate of her hus-
band!
1t is not necessary for us here to
describe the trial, or the feelings of
that wife, as the jury returned the
verdict-"Guilty!"
There remained but one chance of
relief-one hope of success-that of
pardon.
Clothed in the habiliments of mourn
ing, the wife sought the Governor of
the State, to ask of him that mercy
which is twice blessed. The governor
appeared before her in the person of
Harry Percival. With her face yelled
she told him her mission: he refused.
She cast aside her veil, displaying to
his gaze the countenance of one whose
smile, long years before, could in.
fluence; but now it had lost it's magic
power; he could not yield.
She turned away she who once
could bring all men suppliants to her
shrine, then reject them with scorn,
was, at last herself rejected!
There was yet another chance for
SucceSS She souohf his 1yifo or1isf al