Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1896-12-17

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ROBBED woman plucked at his cloak.
"You have this day condemned an
innocent girl to DEATH" Missed the
stranger, close to his eur.
II believe It," groaned Lord Elver-
ton.
ut Is another consequence Of"
| 81 knOw-I know!" interrupted his
lordship.
'Nor' will 1T be the last result"
"Woman! demon! say TO more! The
end of these things is not here! cried
the chief baron, hastily escaping into
his carriage, which Immediately drove
off to tile Leaton Arms.
CHAPTER XIII.
Malcolm MOntrose, nearly maddened
by despair, threw himself into car
rage, and drove swiftly after the pris-
on van in which Eudora was taken
back to the gaol 4l-
He was met at the prison entrance
by the warden, of whom he urgently
denlanded:
"Where is she? How is she? Has
Anderson, let me go to her at once!
"Mr. Montrose, l am very sorry for
YOU, and my heart bieeds for her; but
I must do my duty, and tell you that
Iyou cannot see her." said the warden,
sorrowfully.
"Why, how is this?" groaned NAL
colin.
"Ah, sir, all is changed when pris-
oner is condemned to death. The rules
that govern us in taking care of them
are very strict From the moment
sentence is passed they are cut OIL
from the living, as one may say, ana
have no more to do on this earth but
to use the few days left to prepare for
ldeathw said the warden, with heavy
sigh.
"(1reat heaven! Anderson, do you
mean to say that no friend may go to
her to try to alleviate her sufferings
through this horrible calamity?"
"Sir, the gaol chaplain will visit her.
Two female turnkeys will always be
with her; and by applying to the sber-
if you may obtain an order to see her,
though even then only in the presence
of Others"
ooh, Eudora! Euaora! has it come to
this! Oh, God! what a world of chaos
and horror is this, in which the inno-
cent are sacrificed and the guilty are
. triunphantw cried Malcolm distract
. eddy.
But there is another world. Mr..
Montrose, in which the ways of God
: shall be justified to man," said the
warden, solemnly.
ave, there is another! and thank
God that this life which leads to 1t is
short! A few more years of this myS-
/: terry of iniquity-this whirling confu-
sion in which truth is lost and good
l trampled to dust by evil, and each sin
5 ners or sufferers share in the mad
], ness of life will be over forever! Would
: to God it were over with that poor
e sweet victim even now! OH would
4 that she might never have walked
again to consciousness of suffering
0 here" exclaimed Malcolm, with i'm
s passionate earnestness.
/ 'iAIr Montrose, you are dreadfully
e agitated. Pray come into my apart
y sment and sit down and try to compose
Yourself while 1 go to the cell to sec
n how she is doing and bring you word, ,
advised the warden, opening side
r door, and admitting his visitor into the
+ Office.
Malcolm paced up and down the
floor with disordered steps until the re
t turn Of the warden from his errand.
;, "Well, sir, how is she!' he hurriedly
! INQUIRED as Mr.. Anderson entered.
| Lying sun LII u uSep S"oon' ASpAASs
the warden.
1 ."Thank heaven! Every hour Of tina
+ swoon is q respite from anguish! Oh
that while she is in it her spirit ma!
s pass peacefully away to heaven! Wh'
e is with her?'
Mrs. Barton and my wife. The.
+ are doing al that they possibly can TO
k her relief. and believe me, Mr.. Mon
D trose, every care and comfort shall b.
given her that her unhappy condition
L and our painful duty will permit.
$ would do as much, sir, for the poores
and most friendless stranger tina
? might be committed to nay charge. II
t say nothing Of the daughter of the no
blest man l ever saw and the bes
- friend l ever had," said the warden
r earnestly.
l. "Iam sure you would. And hope
I hope you do not believe her guilty?
The warden WINGED. Since the dis
closures of the trial his faith in the in
nocence of Eudcra was mnch shaken
He would gladly have eyaded the in
quiry, but as the looks Of Malcolm
were still eagerly questioning him, b
was obliged to answer:
81 do not know what to believe, sill
AS the daughter Of her father,
should say she could not be. sir; bu
then her mother was an East Indian
and no one knows what venom Nigh
have mixed with the good old Leatol
blood in crossing it with that breed"
"That is enough! You cannot hell
believing what all the world, except
very few, believe. Oh, heaven! m.
poor Eudora, that even your dea,
mothers race should rise up in evi
dence against you! But we must b
patient; aye, patient until the yer,
Judgment day, when all shall be mad
clear! Would to God that it were to
morrow! Where can the sheriff b
found this evening. that 1 may go t.
u him at once to get that order you spok
off"
+ "He is in the village now staying 4
!, the Leaton Arms. But Mr. Montrose
+ you cannot in any case see Miss Lea
n ton before tomorrow morning, for tn
r hour for closing has already arrived
:. and it is against the rules to open t.
/ any one"
y Deep grief is never irritable, els