Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1896-04-16

attended by the s~tern-faced Que
who alternately, with Mrs n@oas
kept guard over the prisoner nafts
She arose upon her elbow
come Malcolm, but before oh" VIZ
speak. Fide!lc, with Il auicl ! tu8
joy, had recognized her mistr,"aa'k
sprang from the arms Of ,a,, sNL1
to the bosom of Eudora. whnaa'cas
nestled, trembling with delight'e 81
The poor young prisoner
family as she put n hand sela
ly around her favorite, n ho, ss qasl
the of''er to her visitor. sov;nc'u et
Il Thank you very much. dos.
colin, for fetching her so soon M
little thing, I'm glad she docs roc
know" she added, tenderly caras.as
her pet. Ssas
All, but Fidelle did know-if ro
nature and particulars of tho =. ue
misfortune-at least that soma aea'y
had gone w%oefully wrong with han lls
tress, upon whose faded, wasted IS
low-eyed c~ountenance she gazad' ns
the touching mute eloquence of = rla
love and sympathy. ISL
Malcolm seated himself basjdo =
dora, and watched her uneasilv rs he
lay dimly and softly careSsing ban ~
tie dumb friend, and apparently fona ut
ting for the time being her w oess
position. And as he noticed bor
heart ached with the foreboding faa'
that her mind as well as her hoSs
vas giving way and sinking into 4!
becility under the pressure Of ha ~.
heavy calamity. u
He wished to test the truth az II.
suspicion by conversing with her un"s
| some subject more serious than ~.
of her little dog, who seemed for .4
present to engage all her atten,ioa.
yet he hesitated to disturb the tror
sient peace that seemed to haya da
scended upon her bruised spirit Iiks ,
blessing.
Il wonder II they would not let M.
keep her? She could do no harm WOW
know, poor little beast, and it wop,s
be almost a comfort to have som@.
thing here that loves me through n.
slneplesS nights said Eudora. rais,n,
her eyes with pleading inquiry to Nal
collins face.
81 think they will, if you so mucb
desire it. i think they will give von
every indulgence the rules do not ahso.
lutely forbid" answered Malcolm.
1T j. only for a few days, so tbev
might not mind, you know. Why, even
the cruel men of the French revolution
let Marie Antoinette keep her littI,
dog, though they took crown and king.
dom, husband and children, and even
life, away from her. and surely"
Il will q to it, love; there can bs
no possible objection to granting Won
so harmless an indulgence" interrupt
ed Malcolm.
Malcolm's order for admission com.
prised only one hour of each day. |,
was supposed that longer or more fire.
quent visits would only distract the
prisoners mind from the solemn duty
of preparation for death, for which s.
short Il time had been granted her.
Principally, therefore, at the end O
the stipulated hour, the turnkey I'm
locked the door of the cell. and in
formed Mr.. MontroSe that his timG
was up.
Eudora held her little dog toward
him. saying:
You had better take her down am
get permission before you venture L
leave her with me, Malcolm"
MontrOse silently received the littl
animal, but when Fidelle perceiyet
that she vas TO be carried off, she sc
up such a piteous bowling and strug
Cling. that " the stern heart OF III
female warder. callouS to human SUI
fering, was touched with compassion
and she said:
Il think as how you may venture
leave her, sir. You can ask the govern
or about il when you go down stairs
and then, If so be, objections are made
il will be time enough to come an
force her away"
Thank you; / think you are quit
right" said Malcolm, restoring the Ii
tie creature to her mistress. Their
STOPPING down, he pressed his lips I
the forehead of EuCora, promising {
repeat his visit the next day ut tn
usual hour, took his leave and left tn
cell.
In the hall below he met the govern
or and preferred his request. An
Mr.. Anderson, really pleased with ii
opportunity of granting any indul;
encc to the unhappy young prison'
not inconsistent with the duties Of h
office, readily consented, and he hin
self went to the cell to assure Eudor
that she might keep her little fOuI
footed friend as long as she liked.
Malcolm Montrose left the prison
wondering that he had not encoun'
cred Amelia Wilder there or on I'll
road. He felt extremely anxious agal
To see and speak with that mad cir
who, he much feared, was rushin
headlong into some frantic enterpris
which, without helping EudOra, migl
ruin herself. He vainly looked out 10
her on his way back to town, and vail
ly expected her during the remainde
OF the morning.
The whole day passed without III
seeing or hearing anything of the III
miraFs granddaughter.
The next morning, however, as Il
was sitting ove an uhtasted breaI
fast, impatiently waiting the hour thf
he might visit Eudora, the door wa
suddenly pushed open. and, una
nounced, Amelia stood before him.
He positively started with dismay ;
her appearance.
was dressed in black, as on u
previous days, and her face had q
ways been pale and wasted from I'll
effects Of the long-cOntinned SLOW
starvation of her cbfldhood's year
But now two crimson spots burned
the h0llows of her cheeks. and her eye