Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1896-03-19

| was like one drunk with the delirium Of
delight.
''Hurrahw the corporal shouted,
catching the infection of joy. Three
cheers for Elsie. and "a tiger for the
boyr'
But Mile, after the manner of her
sex. when the trouble was over, Of
course broke down, and, to the dismay
of the gallant corporal, fell into dead
swoon at his feet.
We will not attempt to depict their
Joy on meeting their child. such scenes
are better imagined than described, for
words can paint events but not emo
tons.
OF course the Woodgroves were In
high glee; their kindly hearts were
touched to the depths at the joyous at
mosphere they breathed. Wilders in
dollars reward, which he had brought
for her in crisp new bills, and, as the
prospector showed signs of ofense at
her refusal. the happy girl took the
money, to Jacks entire satisfaction.
Meanwhile Jack and his boy had big
eommunings together. From these lit
tie conferences the prospector picked
up several bits of information which he
pieced together, and was enabled to
arrive at q tolerably accurate guess as
to who was the originator of the out
rage.
Of these suspicious he said nothing to
his wife until they reached home, but
then his wrath broke forth.
The first thing he did was to send for
Susan Green. who, now that the boy
was found, had hoped to be spared fur
Their explanations
'.When you took Willie away from
Alma Miggs," Jack asked, judicially,
chad you been ta1kin' to a man-walk-
in with him, in fact?"
"Lor', no."
'Now, think, Susan. Think again"
Susan scorned reply.
Ibid you meet that fellow Dodd,
there?"
"Man, You said-he's not man; he's
q parson-"
s'Oh," Jack grinned. for he had q
strong sense of humor, 80 you confess
that you did meet him?"
Confess, indeed. I'd like to know
what You mean by confessing? OF
course I met him. Did ever say
didn't"
'Had you an appointment with
him?"
Susan's wrath was rising. ''That's
my business"
$50 you decline to answer"
She remained silent
Ibid Dodd hand you package that
afternoon?
Susan's nose was sharp, her lips were
thin and her anatomy of bony proclivi-
ties. not wholesome to look at, but as
Jack put this question she seemed TO
shrivel up into ten times her natural
ueliness. A leaden hue spread over hee
face, paling all but the tip of her nose,
which was q flaming, scorbutic red.
Without a word, she dashed for the
door, but the prospector's broad back
was against it
'.No, you don't, you vixen! By thun-
der, if YOU don't behave yourself I'll
have the constable In in less than three
minutes Did you take money from that
man?''
NO"
tsYou ie!"
The mans passion was terrible, the
swollen veins in his forehead stood out
like whipcord, as with towering form
he stood over the trembling girl.
You sold my little one to my enc
mics, " he cried, hoarsely. Like Joseph's
brethren You sold him into bondage
Susan's limp figure bowed TO the
blast.
'Oh. Mr.. Wilders- dear Mr.. Wilders,
she cried, finging herself on her knees
Don't kill me, I'll tell the truth! Twill
indeed! III tell the truth. Oh, good
ness gracious me, do have pity ON me- T"
Jack paused.
WIFE he cried, as though struck by
an inspiration Give her pen and
paper. She shall write her confession
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