Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1898-04-14

safe III death. out Ill more lnan uesu-
ly peril in the hands of evil men,"
shricked the distracted husband, tear,
ing the hair from his head.
"Fulke Greville. she is in the hands
of God. No harm such as that YOU
fear can happen to her! a woman.
pure in thought. word and deed, as she
is. is fenced around with an invisible
guard of angels. Any man offering
her the insult you dread would fall
dead ut her feet. do not mean that
her life may not perish: bur l say that
her purity is safe! l wonder that you
do not feel that this must be true!
know it in my interior consciousness.
Down on your knees. profane boy. and
pray Heaven to forgive the blaSphemy
of your doubts
The earnest: fervent. inspired words
of the old man fell like Il spell of pow
er upon the stormy passions of the
younger one. calming him. with deep
reverence be it spoken. as the word of
Christ calmed the raging sea. He
came and sat down again upon the
wooden bench, saying
You told me the mother of my love
was waiting: we must not keep her
longer: indeed. l am anxious to receive
her: will YOU be so good as to bring
her at once?"
''Nhy. that is as it should lie: yes
replied the captain. rising and going
to the door to open it.
The devil Il was going to say)-they
have locked me IN! This is rather dis.
agreeable" he exclaimed. trying in
vain to open the door.
:Lnnol- 1ou611- thn t,,pOl.n,- iS ,,rol,
ably at the other end of the passage"
said Colonel Greville
The captain knocked. kicked and
shook the door and called aloud: but
all in vain. No notice whatever was
taken of the uproar.
What the tiend II was going to say
do they mean? Will they detain lnc
here as prisoner. and be, hemr'
The turnkey has left the upper pas
sage. sir. He has probably gone down
to his dinner: it is noon. you see,' said
Colonel Greville.
Hem. and how long. pray, does it
take his worship to line:'
They have an hour. | think"
And | am to stay locked in here all
that rime?"
"UnlesS you can make them hear.
yes. sir
Halo. help. help. help! Some one
ahOy. Shrieked the captain. beating.
kicking and shaking the door.
The most imperturable silence swal-
lowed up the noise.
"Oh. Fulke! but this is horrible. my
boy. to be shut up in a place and not
to be able to get out" gasped the dis
mayed captain, out of breath with his
al.
the sense of Imprisonment.
BE patient, sir: they will be here
presently
Patient 1 could be patient in pain,
but not in prison-Hallo! help! ahoy,
down there. are you all asleep. dead or
drunk: Alloy. l say! halo! help!
captain.
The horrible hubbub must have
reached somebody's ears at last. There
was Il rapid running about of fcct-a
hurried calling Of voices-a rushing
sound, and then the door was suddenly
unlocked, and the terrified face of the
turnkey appeared at it, inquiring, in Il
frightened voice
What has llappened:"
"'What has happened? May the
demon fly away with me Il was going
to say you have locked me in here for
an hour!!' cried the cXusperated old
man.
But we always lock the coll doors
when we leave them," said the turn
Key. in explanation.
THE deuce you do! Oh, Fulke. this
is dreadful. IT it suffocates me to be
locked in for an hour. even when l
know | can be let out the moment 1
can make myself heard. what must it
be to you. when--Oh. my dear boy"
''Sir. l cannot feel for myself! Ev-
cry selfish feeling is absorbed in one
immense trouble-anxiety for Daney!
But you forget that her mother is wait
ing"
"I'll go and fetch her. And mind,
Mr.. Turnkey! stand on guard at the
outside of the door, if you must; but
don't turn the key on the lady" said
the captain. as he left the cell and hur-
ried down to the prison gates.
III five minutes he reappeared, lead
ing the marquise.
FuIke Greville rose and stood re-
specially to receive his distinguished
visitor. The lady threw aside her long
black veil. revealing sweet, pale, fad
ed face, softly sllndowed by dimmed
golden rnglets.
MADAME, | have the honor to pre-
sert to YOU your son-in-law. Colonel
Ful*c Greville. Colonel Greville Mad
anne Ia Marquise De Glacie" said the
old gentleman. who never forgot the
stately courtesy of the old-fashone,l
school Of manners, or failed in cere-
| mony, even ill the prison cell.
| Fulke Grevi!le was III the act of bow
ing lowly h.:tn:c the lady, when she
pu, out hc:. h;."ds. and taking both his.
looked into his troubled face with in
Unite tenderness, saying:
I'VE who meet in mutual sorrow
must not meet as strangers. 1t is your
mother who speaks to you, my son!'
May l be worthy TO be called so,
dearest lady, replied Fullze Greville,
lifting her hands to his lips.
But you are much more than wor-
thy being his nephcw. replied the
niarquise, turning upon the old man a
look full Of confidence and affection.
All. if it were not for Mary III
HeaTcn AMI my own eighty years
murmurcd tie tender-hcartpd old tar.
as lac seated himself on the side of the
cot ipiIS;p1G