The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1895-10-31

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all I wasn't sure. 1t was Dick In the
picture right enough, but 1t wasn't Ouu
Dick; the picture wasn't to say Q
! ''sheyvy devry" come to that, but II
i,shad been meant for Dick once.
| 1t was after bank hours and tho
door was shut, but he took me round
by the side into the managers room.
There was 4 man there and q girl
yes. she was only girl, l could SEQ
that. although she had thick veil
over her face. The man was a swell.
"Do YOU know Mr.. Forester, my
man." says he. 49,.
"Not much" says I short. s
| He turns round on the clerk Angrily.
"He doesn't know him by that name,
but he seemed to know the photograph
YOU gave me, Sir" the clerk said. The
girl stirred uneasily in her seat; the
man turned to me hastily. You know
somebody like the picture?" he said.
y l looked at the girl; she seemed to be
listening eagerly. "Well," l said, II
have seen somebody it might have
been meant for once"
1--WE want to see him."
Eyes" says !. what for?" The
man looked at me angrily. "What
for, my man, and how does that con-
Germ you?'
"Well,". says 7. II don't rightly
! know, nor L don't know how it con-
Germs you to see him."
The man looked at me as fierce as a
| Goanner in tight place. but he didn't
speak And whit that the girl rose
and took Il step forward. "Oh, sir"
she said, in soft, low voice that shiv-
| cred a bit as she spake. Or, sir, you
! will tell us. I'm sure. I must know;
must see himw She had clasped her
| two hands together; they We're small
hands and very white, and they shook
as she spoke. 1t was for no harm,
anyway. 1 could have sworn that
much. Eyes, MISS" says l. ut might
be the party, or again it mightn't, for
he's changed if it is. but I'll find him
for YOU in the morning.
1t was lonely spot where we found
Dick, and not another soul was in
sight. He was working in the bottom
| the same steady, logged hopeless
work that he'd always done.
"There,'' 1 said, stopping short and
| pointing at him, lis that the man you
| are looking for, miss" We were
Dick was below us. and it might be
thirty yards away. She had said
nothing as we came along, but she had
trembled so much that the man had
given her his arm to help her. Now
she seemed to pull herself together all
in a moment as she threw back the
veil to look. I looked at her then,
and l tell you I could have gone on
looking All, that was something like
a face-a face to think on in the dark,
| {l>oE i,,ct q
then a sob. "Stay here she said, mo-
tioning the man back with her hand.
"Stay here. Oh. George
Then she went down the slope, and
with quick, smooth sort of walk.
She didn't seem rightly to walk, only
to go. and go quick at that. In
minute she was close to Dick.
"George:' she said-only the one word,
"Georger' The word came up to where
we were standing, and I tell you it
| was SWeeter than music.
Dick lifted himself from his work
and stared stupidity round. as if he
didn't rightly know what it was.
Then he sees her. and with that he
falls back step like man dazed.
ooh, George" and she held out both
Of her hands to him across the heap of
white clay. "Come back, George.
come back. 1t is all found out. They
all believe you now. You're cleared at
last-cleared at last. Come back.
George--back to me-
He stood for a moment or two like
a man that had been turned to stone.
"Cleared" he exclaimed hoarsely,
"Cleared! Oh, my God!'' then he
clutched wildly at his throat, stagger-
ed and fell-fell at her very feet sense
less.
She was on her knees at his side
started to run down the slope, and
was at her side in half minute, but
she didn't want me. She had raised
his head and leaned it against her
breast. and she would let nobody
touch him but herself. And there she
knelt among the wet clay, holding
Dick in her arms, the tears running
down her face and falling on his. I
got a little water and poured it on his
head, and at last, he began to come to-.
| l lays my hand on the mans arm. 81
reckon, mate you and mes not want
ed here, not much,' l says, and I pulls
him away.
We got cart and we moved Dick
to the bank, but it was another week
afore they could move him any fur
Their. Then they left.
1t might have been a couple of
months later that I got a Melbourne
paper through the post. There was
mark at one side, and opposite to
that an advertisement
AT st. Marks Church, Toorak, on
Dec. 1, by the Right Reverend the
Bishop of Melbourne, Mary, only
daughter of the Hon. John Lester
; Of Toorak and Dungalla Station, to
George Wingtield Forester, eldest
son Of Albert Forester, M. P, OF
. Wingield Hall, Herefordshire, Eng
land"
By and by 1 came across another
, paragraph. '"The fashionable wedding
!, that took place yesterday at Toorah
,, had all the special interest which at
:, taches to the last act in a very sensa
tional drama. The circumstances Of
the celebrated Dungalla murder trial
although now two years old, are still
. fresh in the memory of the public
! The confession Of the real criminal
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