Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1897-09-09

on his way to the North, and the old
captain, accompanied by the fair mar
quisc, set out for the town where
Fulke Greville remained in prison.
We accompany the latter.
They wen In an open carriage. for
the road lay through the deepest
shades of the forest. The distance was
twenty miles on the mainland, and
thus 1t was high noon before they en-
tered ~Lemingham.
The. prison was a commonplace.
square brick building. of moderate
size. whose grated windows alone pro-
claimed it's character. 1t stood In the
principal street of the city, with the
court house on the right, the market
house on the left, and a large hotel on
the opposite side of the street.
1t was neither term-time nor market
day; the court was not I'm session nor
the farmers In town; the streets were
nearly deserted.
Captain Fuljoy drew up before the
Jail. sen in his card. and was imme-
diately admitted. He left the lady in
the carriage, and followed the turnkey
to the cell occupied by Fulke Greville.
"A gentleman to see you. SIR said
the turnkey, opening the door, usher
ling in the captain and locking him In
with the prisoner.
Captain Fuljoy found himself in a
narrow cell lighted by a grated win
dow opposite the door, and furnished
with a cot bed, a wooden table and a
bench.
Fulke Greville was standing at the
window, looking out. At the entrance
of the captain he turned around, and
I'm sn instant xvnC lankn1 i'm tho arms
OF his uncle.
MY best friend..'
"My poor boy"
These were the first words, uttered
simultaneously, that passed between
them.
This visit, and especially this greet
ing, assures me that you do not be-
lieve one word of the mad charge laid
against mer' said Colonel Greville.
Believe IT,? nor exclaimed the cap
tain. indignantly. Burns was no bet
ter tl.an n Dogberry, and has innocent
ly written himself down an ass by
signing this com,nittal! But let me
look at you, my boy! you have been
here four days-four days of impris-
onmeDt uDon the most insane charge
that could be conceived" And the
captain raised the young mans head
from his shoulder and gazed in his
face.
How changed it was in these few
days. low pale. how thin, how bag
gard with suffering,
The captain slowly shook his head,
saying:
II will not do you the injustice to
believe that all this misery is caused
by your Imprisonment, or by the in
famous charge under which you suf-
fer, or even by the impending dangers
of your approaching trial. My brave
Fulke does not grieye thus for him.
self"
mo. no. the Lord knoweth that. But
my wife. oh! sir, are you var Of
allg''
"Of all that you know and a good
deal more besides"
"Ha.' gasped the young man. has
any news been heard OF herr Speak.
speak, Has her body been recovered?
Are the assassins discovered: oh,
speak,
"Sit down, Fulke. Compose your
self, and | will tell you. First-there
is hope that she livesi'
"He need not have said '.sit down"
The shock of the nounceme struck
him down like lightning. He sank up
on the wooden bench, clasped his
hands together, and strained his eye
balls upon the old man in the mute
agony OF suspense; for his voice was
gone.
Now be a man, a soldier. a Christ
ian, Fulke! and'listen to some explain
atoms 1 have to make. And that you
may do SO with the more ease, l tell
you in advance that my little Daney
lives said the captain, seating him
self beside the young man., and com
mencing his strange narrative, from
the moment of receiving the visit of
MIR. Dunbar to his interview with the
marquise: their land journey TO Corn
port: their arrival ut the island; their
sudden shock on hearing of the disap-
pearance of the bride and the arrest of
the bridegroom; the story told by the
marquise; the hopes entertained of the
safety of the bride: the measures taken
flor her recovery; and. finally. the
presence of Madame De Glacie in the
carriage below.
Colonel Greville had not listened to
the narrative i'm calmness. stiffness or
silence. His passionate love was not
like the disinterested affection Of the
mother or the guardian. The thought
of his wife's abduction was more terri
BILE to him than the certainty of her
death. He had interrupted the narrat-
or many times with groans. exclama-
lions, or gestures of desperation. Now,
at the close of the story. he was strid-
ing up and down the narrow limits Of
his cell, with the fierce, quick paintings
and the sharp short turns Of a tiger
pacing his den.
1.-The lady waits below. VIII you see
her?' inquired the captain, arresting
the young mans desperate strides.
See her? yes, no, just as You please.
oh. Heaven, where is she nowg Is she
safe from insult or offense? Can she
defend herself? 1t Is better that she
were dead! Oh, sir, do you call this
well?-do You call this good news,
when you tell me that sine Is net dead,
but In the hands of lawless men?
Great Heaven! l had rather she had
been dead, even though l myself should
be doomed to die as her destroyer.
Oh! Daney! Daney! not dead. not
safe In death! but in more than dead