Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1896-12-24
"oh. Malcolm. try-try Hard to Save

"Oh. Mnlcom! try-try Hard to Save
mel"
state of composme, and nothing but
the deadly paleness Of his face be-
trayed his inward anguish.
When he entered the cell Eudora
was still lying on the outside of the
bed, with her face buried in the pill
low. while the female turnkey stood by
her side.
How is she?' breathcd the visitor,
in the hushed tones Of deep woe.
"Oh, sir, she has not uttered one
word, or swallowed one mOrsal since
her conviction. Speak to her, sir; per-
haps she will answer you," said Mrs.
Barton.
DO you speak to her; tell her that
| am here" requested Malcolm, in q
faltering voice, as he struggled to re-
tain an outward cOmpOsure.
The woman bent over the stricken
girl, and whispered:
Miss LeatOn, dear, here is your
cousin, Mr.. Montrose, come to see
you. Won't you turn and look at
him."
The name of Malcolm broke the spell
of dumb despair that bound her.
Starting up, she caught the hands Of
her cousin in both her own, and gaz-
ing in an agony Of duplication in his
face. she exclaimed:
"Oh, Malcolm, save me from this
tate! No one will save me unless YOU
do!"
lie dropped upon his knees beside
the bed, and bowed his head upon her
clnglng hands, and answered, in a
broken voice:
"Eudora, all that man can do shall
De done to save you! 1 would pour
out my hearts best blood to deliver
YOU"
Malcolm" she exclaimed, still cling
ing to his hands as the drowning cling
10 the last plank, and gazing down on
his bowed face, with her eyes dilated
ara blazing between wild terror and
mad hope, Malcolm, did not do
What they say must die for! you
Know l did not! Oh, surely there
lhast De some way to prove it-some
way mat you can find out. Oh, NAL
.om: try-try hard to save me from
.h's rate! Oh! do not think that am
a coward, Malcolm! 1t is not death I
1ear' should not dread dying in my
ped with some devoted friend beside
me- as sweet Agatha died!- But to be
hung! to die violent, struggling,
shameful death, with all the people
looking at me.-oh! for Heavens sake,
!nalcolln, save me from such madden
ing horror!"
'Eudora! child! love! it is not neces-
Safv Tor you to urge me so earnestly.
= would give my body to be burned
IL mat would save you! and all that
human power can accomplish shall
We tried to deliver you. l have not
een idle since your conviction. AL
ready have set on foot scheme by
Mhich l hope to serve your replied
On, Malcolm, devoted friend. be-
lore you came In feared that even
nod mad forsaken me, but now l do
not mink so. Your plan, dear friend,
What is it?"
IN Mr. Mohtrose had not intended to
,ei ner Of his mission to London, lest
~ ~ should only raise false hopes; but
~ was not possible to behold her
"''ssonizlng terror of pain and
" 'a, or hear her earnest an
n ne.ls for comfort and deliver
ana without Immediately responding
""u Welding her hope.
tho nave a petition drawn up. praying
m INV crown to respite you during her
m,;n,slS's pleasure; shall take the
INV ION to London and lay 1t before
:s nome secretary. If he fnvors it.
Vein nope. and trust, and believe hc
,h Ill., ~ VIII give us time to investigate
in.I nark mystery, discover the Grim
'".I ana deliver YOU"
,c,in n", MALCOLM. do You think lie will?"
"' rudora with clnsped hanas,