The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1893-03-08

yea"
well" he replied little donbtfully.
people might talk"
Let them II they viii. don't care
or, at least, don't care enough 10 pre-
vent my going to him whom he is in
trouble. What can they say, but that
we are lovers. We'll. yes. we are and IL is
no time for me TO seek TO hide IL when
others look coldly and cruelty on him.
He loves mel know be does and / love
him with all my hoart. And wo are go-
would have told YOU before, but L was
afraid. Now. YOU are 80 kind TO me that
I'm not afraid TO cell you any more. And
oh, uncle, must go 10 him I"
Forgive me, little Maryland may
God forgive me for having made poor
Lottie's orphan child afraid TO put conf
dence IN me- You cay you want to go
and see him. You shall. I'll hitch up
early tomorrow morning and take you
over to Sag HArbor myself"
Long before daylight the next morning
Mary. who had not closed her eyes during
the seemingly interminable night. was up
aud bad breakfast prepared. Whether
Aunt Thatcher was still under the innu-
euce OF the sullen fury that possessed her
when the door was closed upon her tho
night before. or had fresh fuel added to
the fire OF her temper by overhearing the
arrangement between her husband and
niece, did not appear. At all events she
spoke no word OF question or remark, and
was still abed when they took their de-
parture.
The sun was not risen above tho sea
when Uncle Thatchers old carryall
creaked through the one long ram bling
street OF the little village and entered
upon the sag Harbor road; but his up
ward Rlintine beams already spread
with gold aud crimson the lower edges
OF tho tleecy clouds on the eastern
chung to the long grass blades.
and the points OF the forest leaves and
the morning breeze. heavy with the salt
smell Of the sea, was fresh and bracipg.
Robbins fitted across the road with sharp
notes, as OF query why folks should be
abroad so early, and helated rabbit,
homeward bound to his burrow in the
brush. sat upreared upon his haunces a nd
seemed paralyzed by astonishment until
the horses were almost upon him, when
he bounded swiftly away. Higher and
higher rose the sun, and az his ardent
rays licked up the dew, light clouds of yell
low dust swirled and spread behind the
rapidly moving wheels Past orchards
where red winter apples glowed in the
sunshine like balls of blood amid the
foliage Of the trees; past fields still golden
with the stubhle of the early ripened
grain past fallow lands, where the blue
bird carroled gayly on the hollow stump
in which he aud his mate had reared
their springtime brood ;'past leafy woods,
where nuts were ripening, the wheels
rolled fast until they reached the quaint
old town-their journeys end-and halt
ed beneath the old-time tavern's venera-
BILE elms.
Leaving the horses hitched, after
having carefully watered them, Uncle
Thatcher accompanied his niece 10 the
Jail and asked permission to see Dorm
Hackett, which the jailer, having no or
ders to the contrary. readily accorded.
Mr.. Thatcher did not enter. Though far
from being q nervous man, he felt Is If
the close clammy atmosphere OF that stone
warehouse of Gin and sorrow cent chill
TO his heart Besides he had no business
with Dorm Hackett. With great breath
OF relief he turned his back upon the jail
and wandered Off down TO the wharf to
look at tho shipping for sag Harbor had
shipping in those daye--to learn II there
was any change in the oil and whalebone
markets, and perhaps TO ascertain what
was coming 10 his share of that schooner
in which ho was part owner
Dorm was just bidding Gdieu TO his
lawyer when Mary appeared in the cor
ridor.
"By Jovel Here's a pretty girl coming
to see some prisoner" exclaimed the
lawyer at sight OF her.
Dorm paid no attention 20 the remark.
There WAS but ono pretty girl in the world
about whom he cared to think, and he
did not expect her 10 come there. What
then was his surprise when the lawyer
stepped aside TO give place TO the visitor at
his cell door be looked out and beheld
the beautiful face of his own true love,
Mary. With a cry of surprise and Joy he
thrust his arms through between the bars,
catching hor in an embrace and their lips
met in n long and ardent kiss. The law
yer. who was young man, and possessed
OF very lively appreciation OF feminine
beauty. fingered few moments and then
took his departure.
81 hardly know whether am mont glad
or ashamed 10 SEQ you here, darling" said
Dorm, looking tenderly at his beloved.
"Glad, hope, dearest Should yen feel
ashamed OF being unfortunate? 1t is only
guilt of which one need be ashamed, and
that, / we'll know, my dear Dorm has not"
True. But II is very hard to wash the
prison thiut Oh, even lIOLn hn lAAOCcA ~
man."
"Do not think go, my love. Every ons
will know how true and good yon are, and
will bo all the kinder TO you for the mis-
take that has given US so much pain aud
| trouble"
"Ah my denr girl. il is your love aud
not your reason that tells me so. Even
people who have no other reason for
/ hating the man who has been the victim
of such a mistake, will find sufficient tine
consciousness that they have erred in sup
posing him guilty. and will always pro-
/ Tess to view him with suspicion. whether
they feel il or not. There is nothing that
| people generally abhor so much as n con-
| fession of fallibility. But, no matter. 1
have your love aud confidence. dear Mary /;
Pm sure have, or you would not be here ;
/ and for all beyond that I'd ask small odds
! from the world il wero free again"
"And you will be, dearest, am sure OF
| IL. Ii can never be possible that n man
! should bs punished by law for that of
which he is not guilty"
"Ah, you think so? Then you have not
read much about people who have been
convicted upon circumstantial evidence.
] have read whole book about such
cases. and l tell you il takes very little real
! proof 10 hang q man sometimes.
och. Dorm Don't talk so You make
! me wild with horror and fesrl"
"Weil, re-there-darling. / won't
say any more about IT, shouldn't have
/ aaid an much lint somehow ( have got