The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1891-04-16

and so the weeks that they had fancied
would be spent in . sort Of perpetual
picnic began. So the dreams Of happy
leisure hours, long rows up the river,
long lolls in the hammock ended, but
Genie was heart and soul with her
friend, and the fear that she was mis-
taken in Carlos gradually died away.
She heard how Bellies father, q rich
man at the time, hal dismissed the
young Spanish artist-how he had led
him to believe her betrothed to another.
She heard the whole love story now
such u pitiful thing-and she was a
daily witness Of her friends fruitless
efforts to move those in power. She
went to the governor herself to beg q
pardon or even a reprieve, but he had
proclaimed pardons too carelessly, had
been blamed for it, and desired TO re-
trieve his errors. Perhaps he honestly
believed Carlos q vile brute whom 1t
was best to Danish from the earth.
Isabelle, meanwhile, went to the prison
every day. None knew Of her visits
save Fem and his wife and Genie More.
Before long Genie was as thoroughly
convinced that the young artist was in
nocent as was her friend.
There, within the prison walls, the
two once more betrothed themselves,
and one day q new surprise awaited
Genie More. On their arrival at the
prison they found awaiting them mild
old priest, evidently Of Spanish birth.
I'VE are to be married, Genie" Isa-
belle said, Carlos and l. However this
may end am his, and his only. wish
to he so in the sight Of God. Besides, II
will be better. for many reasons"
They entered the cell together, Fem
and his wife accompanying them. The
ceremony was performed.
"Adieu, my son." said the old priest
when he had uttered his blessing. III
you die, men murder an innocent man,
and pure soul takes its flight to heaven.
Let this uphold you and your wife in the
great trial you may have to endure"
1t was on that day that Genie learned
that u plan had been devised for the
escape Of Carlos from the prison. 1t was
carefully arranged, but the very night
that it was to be carried into effect q
watch was put upon the prisoner II
was plain that the man was suspicious
Of the sheriff, whose horror of officiating
at the execution he openly ridiculed.
The plan could not be carried out in con.
sequence Of his presence. The doom of
Carlos de Ia Rosa was sealed. But
suddenly strange light began to glow
In Isabelle'S eye. It almost seemed as
though hope had returned to her heart.
One day she went down into the village
and returned with yards Of dark red
silesia, with which she veiled every win
dow of the great empty work room. She
saw to the fastenings of its doors. She
went to the city and came home laden
with parcels, which she set carefully
aside. She had long conversations with
the unhappy sheriff. Carlos she could
no longer see. For some reason IL was
forbidden. The watcher sat at the door
Of the prison and warned every one away.
Genie could not guess what hope was in
Isabelle's mind. At last one day this
latter said to her:
"Genie, You have been true friend
to me. shall soon ask you to do more
than you have yet done. You and are
not like girls who have been guarded
from all unpleasant things; we are
women, but we are two young medical
students all the same. We should have
the nerves Of men. We have endured
the trial Of the dissecting room as well
asmale students. For o good object you
can be strong and brave, know. You
will do as tell you and will neither
scream nor swoon. You are DR.. More,
remember, as am DR.. YolRnde." Genie
simply gave her her hand, and 90 they
stood together, hand in hand, and heard
the prison bell begin to toll, and knew,
as well as all the place for miles about
knew at the same moment, that Sheriff
Fem was about to do his duty, that
Carlos de Ia Rosa was about to die upon
the scaffold. But Isabelle Yolande ut
tered no cry, shed no tear. With slow
deliberation she removed the dress she
wore and substituted her short sleeved
rowing costume. Genie did the same,
and followed Isabelle into the boat.
What was to be done Genie did not
know, but she vowed, amid the wild
throbbingB Of her heart, to stand by
Isabelle to the end, whatever that
might be.
CONTINUED next week.