Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1895-08-17
have turned traitor. Any SOW. the wretcu nas

have turned traitor. Anysow. the wretch nas
escaped me.
Yes; ] searched the ship I'm every corner.
He was not on board. Has he gone on before
me. by an earlier vesself Or has he directed
bis night 10 some other part OF the worldl +
shall fnd out IN time. His day or reckoning
viii come. aud he. too. shall know "a violent
deathi Amen. so he Il. Amen.
Have ] done nowf Bear with me, gentle
iris-there Is a word more to come.
You Will wonder Why ] went on by the
etebinship-sl the way 10 South Africa-wlcu
had failed TO 1ud the man I wanted on boz RI.
what was my motivc? You. you alone. are
always my motive. Lucky men have found
eold. lncky men have fIund diamonds. Why
enohid ] not be one 81 .aemi Ny sweet, let
us suppose t,"o possible things my " elias
TIC convictions would call them two likely
things. but never mind that. Say, I come
Duck ~ reformed Character: there Is your Only
obs elton 70 me at once removed! Ant take
II Tor granted that ! return with n fortune oil
my own hndlng. H. that case Wb1t becomes
ot Nr. Hcnley's o. lection g. me: IL melts gIs
sbakspeare says ~somewhcre} inio thin air.
NOW, 40 you tnkr uy uivic- for once. fiiDw
inns part Of nv letter to yOur excellent fdtii-
er. with my love. 1 answer beforehand for
the consequences. BE happy, my Lady Harry
AS happy as 1 nm-aud look. for my return
on nm earlier day than you may snticipnie.
Yours tlI death, ana alter. HARRY.'
Like the Irish lord, Miss Henley was
I'm two minds while She rose and dressed
herself There were parts of the letter for
which she loved the writer, and parts for
which she hated him.
what a prospect was before that reck-
less man-what misery. what horror.
might not be lying Ia wait in the dreadful
i%nture, Ii he failed IN the act of yenge-
aBce, that violent death OF which he had
written so heedlessly might oyertake him
from another hand. If he succeeded. the
law might discover his crime. aud the in
fanny OF expiatiou on the sCaffOld might be
his dreadful end. She turned, shudder-
ing, from the contemplation OF those hid
eouS possibilities, and took refuge in the
nope OF his safe, his @uiltless return. Even
III ms Visions OF success. even il his Dur-
poses OF reform (how hopeless nj his age)
were actually realized, could she consent
10 marry the man who had led his life.
had written his letter. had contemplated
fand still eherishcdl his nlerciless resolu-
tiOn Of reyengef No woman in her senses
could let the bare idea Of being his wife
enter her mind. Iris opened her writing
desk, to hide the letter from al eyes but
her own. As she secured il with tie key
her heart sank under the return Of "A ter
rOr but too well. Once more
the superstit.Ous belief In a destiny that
was urging Lord Harry aud herself aearer
and nearer 10 each other. even when they
seemed to be most widely avl most sure
ly separated. thrilled her under the chill.
ing mystery Of its presence. she dropped
helplessly into a chair. On, for "a friend
who could feel FOR her. who could strength
Ell her. whose wise words could restore
her To her better and cdlmer self. Hugh
was far away; and Iris was left to suffer
and TO struggle alone.
Heartfelt aspirations for help and sym
pathy! Oh, irony OF circumstances, how
were they answered. The hOu-emaid
entered the room 10 announce the arrival
Of u discharged servant with "a lost char
acter.
Let the young woman Cpme nv Iris
said. Was Fanny Mere the friend whom
She had been iOngiu. for? She looked at
her troubled face in the giass-arl laugh
Ell bitterly,