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

The warden WINGED. Since the dis
closures Of the trial his faith in the in
of Eudora was much shaken.
He would gladly have evaded the in
quiry. but as the looks of Malcolm
were still eagerly questioning him, he
was obliged TO answer:
Il do not know what to believe. sir.
AS the daughter of her father. L
should say she could not he, sir; but
then her mother was an East Indian,
II no one knows what enom might
have mixed with the good old Leat0n
blood in crossing it with that breed"
THAT Is enough. You cannot help
believing what all the world. except n
very few. believe. Oh, heaven! my
poor Eudora, that even your dead
mothers race should rise up I'm evil
dence against you! But w must be
patient; aye, patient until the very
Judgment day. when all shall be made
clear. Would to God that it were to-
morrow. Where can the sheriff be
found this evening. that may go to
him at once to get that order you spoke
of"
'afe is in the village now, staying at
the LeatOn Arms. But Mr.. M~ontroSe,
you n n in n case see Miss Lea
ton before tomorrow morning, for the
hour for closing has already arrived,
and it is against the rules to open to
any one
Deep grief is irritable, else
Malcolm might have uttered an impre-
cation on the rules instead of asking,
with quiet despair:
How early in the morning may l be
admitted?"
with the sherif's order any time
after nine
With this answer Malcolm bowed,
and again earnestly commencing Eu-
dora to the care of the warden, took
his leave.
He first went and secured the order
from the sheriff, and then sought out
Mr.. Fenton, who was staying at the
same over-crowded inn. He found the
unsuccessful advocate in deep despOnd-
ency. They shook hands silently. like
friends meeting at a funeral, and the
lawyer began to say:
II did all that MAJ and the law
could do TO save her, but" His voice
broke down and he could say no more.
Il know you did" moaned Malcolm.
THE evidence was too strong for
us"
pul hol tpu SIoiS lOl soul ldlli III
her"
mo, no; | am an old practitioner
with a long experience among Grimm
ais, and / would stake my salvation
that that child is not guilty"
Despite her East Indian blood?"
Yes: and, if there were time. some
thing might even yet be done to save
her
"Fenton"' exclaimed Malcolm. start
ing forward and gazing with breath
less eagerness in the lawyers face.
Il mean, though the detectives we
have hitherto employed have failed to
discover the least clue to this hideous
mystery, yet if there were more time,
we might engage others who might be
more successful"
More time. oh. God. When is the
day of her martyrdom orderedE"
This day. fortnight, l understand"
Malcolm recoiled and sank into n
seat. There was silence between them
for Il few minutes. and then Malcolm
suddenly exclaimed:
"FentOn, | know IL is n desperate
chance, but | cannot bear 10 have her
perish withGlt another effort. Draw
mp a petition for Il respite, and after
have seen her tomorrow, | will myself
take il up to town and lay it before the
home secretary"
Il will do so, and get as many sigma
lures as / can in the meanwhile" re-
piled the lawyer. feeling a sense of re-
lief at the thought of doing anything,
however hopelessly, for his unhappy
client; and knowing besides that if it
did Eudora no good. 1t might help to
console Malcolm with the thought that
nothing had been left untried to save
her.
They talked over the terms Of the