Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1896-04-02
XIII.

Malcolm Montrose. nearly maddcned
by despair, threw himself into a ear
riage, and drove swiftly after the pris-
on van in which Eudora was taken
back to the gaol.
He was met at the prison entrance
by the warden, of whom he urgently
demanded:
Where is she? How is shef Has
she recovered her consciousness: oh,
Anderson, let me 90 TO her at oncer
MIR. Montrose, | am very sorry for
you, and my heart heeds for her; but
| must do my duty. and tell you that
you cannot see her" said the warden,
sorr0wfully.
"Why, how is this!" groaned Nal
colin.
"Ah, sir, all is changed when a 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 of
from the living. as one may say, and
have no more to do on this earth but
to use the few days left to prepare for
DEATH said the warden. with 4 heavy
sigh.
Great heaven. Anderson. do you
mean to say that no friend may 90 TO
her to try to alleviate her sufferings
| through this horrible calamity
"Sir. the gaol chaplain will visit her.
Two female turf keys will always be
with her: and by applying to the sher-
ihf YOU may obtain III order TO see her,
though even then only in the presence
| of Others"
''oh. Eudora. Eudora, has ii come to
| this, oh, God. what n world of chaos
and horror is this. in which the mno-
cent are sacrificed and the guilty are
triumphant cried Malcolm distract
edly.
'Rut there is another world. Mr..
Montrose, In which the ways of God
shall he 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
trampied to dust by evil. and each sin
ner's or sufferers share I'm the mad
ness of life will be over forever. Would
to God it were over with that poor,
sweet victim even now! Oh would
hat she might never have waked
again to consciousness Of suffering
kerc.' exclaimed Malcolm, with i'm
! passionate earnestness.
MIR. Montrose. you are ~dreadfully
agitated. Pray come into my apart
ment and sit down and try to compose
yourself while | go to the cell TO SEE
how she is doing and bring you word
advised the warden. opening a side
door. and admitting his visitor into the
office.
Malcolm paced up and down the
floor with disordered steps until the re
turn Of the warden from his errand.
We'll, sir, how is she?' he hurriedly
inquired as Mr.. Anderson entered.
Lying sti:. in a deep swOon," replied
the warden.
Thank heaven. Every hour of tina
swoon IL a respite from anguish! oh
that while she Is In IL her spirit may
pass peacefully away TO heaven. WhC
is with herr"
Mrs. Barton and my wife. They
are doing al that they possibly can FOL
her relief. and believe me. Mr.. Mon
trose, every care and comfort shall bs
given her that her unhappy condition
and our pafnful duty wiz permit.
would do us much. sir, for the poores
and most friendless stranger tina
: might be committed to my charge, I,
!, say nothing Of the daughter OF the no
blest man l ever saw and the hes
friend | ever had" said the warden
earnestly.
II am sure you would. And l hope
! hope you do not believe her guilty !!