The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1896-01-31
CHAPTER V.-[CoNTINuED

tened. Lynde himself heard it with
out a single shade of change. His fac
grew no paler, he did not drop his calm
eye from the face of his condemnint
judge for a moment. He had expected
it and was strong to bear it.
But they carried Agnes Trenholm
out in a dead faint-for just before TIT
final rendering of the verdict she haC
crept inside the door, and stood there
unobserved. And it was weeks before
she came to herself one cold morning
in December, when the snow lay thick
~ without, and the wild winds hoWlet
dismaily around the old house Gil The
Rock.
The second day after her return tc
consciousness they had to tell her al
that had t~ranspired. Lynde Graham
had been remanded TO prison for si8
days, at the end of which time he was
again taken before his judge. and there
received the sentence of death. lie
was to die by the hand of the eXecu-
toner on the 25th day of December, be
IhbS-L lIC IOul . VI tcl III WV.
1t was now the tenth of December,
still fifteen days to mis- death. Agnes
astonished every one by the rapidity
with which she gained strength. On the
fifteenth of the month she went below
stairs, and ten days afterWard she
took a short walk. On the morning of
the eighteenth she came into the Sit
ting-room clad in her riding-habit.
Ralph and her mother both looked up
at her in amazement. The calm reso-
that she was resolved on something
from which nothing could turn her.
Mother, Ralph" she said, in a clear
voice, 81 am going to beg for the life
of Lynde Graham. No, you need not
utter word, for l warn you it will
fall upon a deaf ear. No authority shall
keep me from saving an innocent
man."
Agnes" said Mrs. Trenholme, Il do
not comprehend your strange interest
in this bastard son of a rude fisher
man.
Mother" she replied, 81 love him,
and l know him to be guiltless. 1t
would have been impossible for hands
so pure as his to have done this wicked
thing!'
Agnes" said Ralph, sternly, re
member you are speaking of a muir
derer"
81 am speaking of an innocent man.
Some time, Ralph, if l save him-and
something tells me l shall-you will
thank God that your revenge was not
accomplished in the death of one guilt
less as yourself. l am going to Gov
ernor Fulton. He is a just mana
Christian, I am told. He. holds the
pardoning power, and he shall ave for
me the life of Lynde Graham!"
Ralph rose from his chair, his face
wrought upon by the excess of passion
within.
Agnes" he said, with terrible en-
phasis, 81 might lay the iron hand Of
authority upon you and force you to
give up this mad scheme. But that l
will not do. 1 leave you free. But so
surely as you do this thing, l cast you
off, You are no sister of mine! And
mind you this-never come back to dis
grace with your footsteps the thresh-
old of a ~dishonored homer
She heard him through without the
change Of a muscle, and when he had
finished she bowed in sad submission.
so be it. 1 will never come back
until you bid me. Good-by!'
She passed out into the hal. Mrs.
Trenholme sprang up to detain her, but
Ralph laid his strong hands on her
arm.
Mother, she has chosen. Remember
Sic has disgraced us forever"
But she is my child! 0, Ralph!
this accursed pride,'
1T Will help us through" he said.
hcercaiy. God knows what would be-
cone Of me without it"'
Agnes went out to the stables, sad
into the saddle, took the road to Madi-
son, the residence of Governor Fulton.
Madison was distant nearly 200 miles,
and much Of the way lay through the
woodland of a sparseiy-settled country.
But OF this Agnes never thought. Her
sole aim was to reach the place in sea-
son to get a reprive back to Portiea
before the twenty-ffth. And she had
little more than eve days in which
to accomplish it. Her horse was a
feet one, with great powers of endur-
ance, and was well acquainted with his
rider.
The first day passed monotonously
enough. Night overlook her at Free
leigh, just sixty miles from home. She
had made good pace, and set out early
the next morning. At noon she rested
a couple of hours, and pushed on. She
came now upon the very glooniest part
OF the way. The road lay through vast
tracts of forest, with here and there
q hut in a clearing, to show that the
hand of civilization had not entirely
vanished from the world. 1t almost
seemed as if Jove understood the i'm