Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1893-03-05

any more"
first sternly, then feebly.
Isl love you more'n your word, sne
would answer with all Of her soul snin-
ing out of her eyes.
In the autumn his downfall came.
Early one morning Trusty took the
Waruen's buggy and his fastest norse
and drove into town. stopping ss tue
express Office to telephone that certain
piece of work to be called for would not
be ready until the afternoon ABOUT
o'clock-and should he walt for it-and
the Warden telephoned back;
wait"
All day long TrustY and the yellow
haired girl travelled along the by-roads,
and at dusk the horse gave out anu
dropped dead In the road. Then tney
got out of the buggy and walked iar
into the dusky woods to hide untli
morning. The girl felt as II Trusty was
strange man. so silent, so despalrlng'
so awfully and terribly changed was ne
But still he strobe along through the
uuderbrush, holding her hand. The
sun had gone down and pale opal SKY
hung over them. The girl, city bred
and unused to walking, slipped over the
nine needles that made carpet under
their feet. but she uttered no complaint,
although she was more dead than alive
with fatigue. At last he stopped, De-
cause it grew so dark that he could no
longer see the way. and listened In
tently.
They stood hand in hand like Adam
and Eva, listening to hear II there was
sound that showed they were dis
covered, and, presently. faint, Iar-oH
rustling and cracking was heard. Iheir
poor hearts stood still.
Remember" said he in whisper,
''that II we are caught, don't reproacn
you. A man can't expect a woman TO
love his honor like he does-and don't
care if you did persuade me to break
my word, you are as good woman-as
good a woman"
The poor soul burst into tears-she
always cried when he told her she was a
good woman, and he whispered back be-
tween her sobs:
.Its because don't understand 1t. l
s'pose | couldn't any more help tryin' 10
get you out of there than l could help
breathing-aud I'd 60 back cheerful
now, II you could get away"
The cracking sound OF one coming
through The woods came closer. Some
one was coming toward them quietly
through the brushwood. They were
afraid to move lest the noise OF the
breaking branches should reveal them'
hut stood motionless. A sickly moon
was rising, and few faint rays pene-
trate6 the solemn darkness OF the pines
and cast CHASTITY shadows about. Inc
cracking presently stopped, and eacn
drew a long breath-and al the moment
they thought themselves safe, Trusty
saw the CLEAN of ride barrel not ten
feet away. Then there was loud re-
port and he fell over with 2 shrek, ana
the former "Trusty"-the man who was
glad he went TO ths penitentlary De-
cause he learned the shoemaker's trade
Jumped out Of the underbruSh ana
shouted, IL claim the reward"
In the middle of the night there was
a furious knocking on the outer gate OF
the prison, and the Warden on hearing
! it said 10 his wife, with tears rolling
down his face: They've found him.
No pardon for him now-in for life. !"
The Warden went out quickly with a
! lantern, and soon there was broughtinto
the stone quadrangle, Trusty, carried
by two men, and the ex-Trusty walking
after him, and behind him was the girl,
weeping and sobbiDg.
81 claim the reward" was the nrs'
thing the ex-Trusty said.
sit is the price Of blood" answered
the Warden, in a loud voice.
1t was necessary TO hear the doctor s
verdict that Trusty's hours were few.
| The prsion surgeon had taken him into
the hospital where the Warden and his
wife, the doctor and the chaplain, and
the yellow haired girl were all around
his bed. He asked forgiveness feeoly
and motloned TO the Warden's wife tc
have q care of the poor creature who
had brought him TO that pass and, who
hung over him with wild looks. ''Iake
care of her." he said with difficulty
"she's a good woman-she didn't kso~
she didn't underestimate was all my
fault" The warden at this took from
his pocket a big document with rec
seals.
That's your pardon from the Gov
ernor. 1t came this morning One day
more-only one day mere"
The Warden stopped and sat down
covering his face with his hands. The
convict's eyes lightened and then grew
wide with horror at his fate. One day
One day! He lay perfectly still for
few moments, looking at the pardon
| lying on the bed, and then with gasT
that seemed the last throb OF a broker
heart he said:
Zone more day-but it's just--it'
just-God's will be done"-and never
! breathed again.
The Warden leaned gently over ant
closed the convict's eyes. The yellow
haired girl in au agony OF mute despair
fell into the hands OF the Warden''
wife, who said: But his soul-his sou
! Is safel"