The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1899-07-26
FOR HIS HONOR.

living with him. The old mother was
continually afraid, and the helpless boy
needed teaching. The sheriff advertis-
ed in the papers of the state for
companion and gOverness. a teachers
agency sent Florence Early TO River
vale.
The sheriff stared at her VIXEN he
met her at the railroad station. He
believed she had not been we'll fed.
His impulse was to take her into the
first eating house and feed her up
little. She was too much of a lady for
that, and he bundled her into his
buggy in awkward silence.
Florence improved SO much in few
days that he was sure about the eat
ing He gave her the piece of steak
next the bone rs his mosY deltcate at
tention. when he grew less shy he
looked into her face and met the
steadiest pair of eyes he had ever seen.
The sheriff knew humanity He look
ed at her. and felt that when he was
obliged TO go away at night he could
sleep, knowing that the old mother
and delicate Willy hau stay and COM
fort.
One day he took her into the jail. 1t
was a fearful place. One story was
above ground. In this were kept the
prisoners held for minor offenses; in
the other, n vpritable dungeon, was a
man confined for capital offense. He
was the son of a wealthy farmer and
accused of the murder of both father
and mother on the evidence that he
had had dispute with them the day
before the foul deed.
Johnson Martins was the strongest.
most remote cell of the dungeon; he
was allowed TO see no one, and the
sheriff himself carried him his food.
On the day the sheriff showed Flor.
ence Early through the jail she met
the jailer. man with a settled. stub
born look. Finally the sheriff led the
way down the dark, close stairway,
and, unlocking heavy door, ushered
her into dark corridor. He lighted a
lantern and led Florence TO the far
end of the passage, paused before "a
barred grating, and called, in a voice
ludL was uOl JOulSOu, mere
your new jailer."
Florence started. Some one crawled
TO the bars.
''For the love OF God, Terrence, how
long is this to last?'
There is nothing new this morning.
John. have to be away late tonight.
This lady will give you your dinn'
and supper"
There was no word in reply. The
sheriff returned TO the doorway.
Miss Florence" he said. II must
go over to Berlin township after Il
man. / cannot be back before mid
night. | want you TO take care of Mar
tin"
An hour later he was gone. and she
had the key and his instructions.
Miss Early was reading aloud just
before dinner when the servant came
TO tell her some one wanted to see her
She found a rough man in the hall
nervous and awkward.
They SLY sherlff's gone over to Ber-
lin, miss. How long will he have
gomez
~ few hours" replied Florence
tersely.
The man looked at her, and whisper
ed quickly.
I'm friend Of hisn. | come to tell
him all McNaigh townships coming to-
night after Martin. They've located
Aliens hired girl, and she saw John
son about o'clock that night and not
half mile from the farm"
Florence Early felt an awful chill
mt her heart. Then the strong, kind
face of the sheriff came before her
With an effort she replied:
IF you have "A horse and know the
way, ride to Berlin for your life. You
shall be well paid. Don't lose min
ute. Bring him here; l will keep the
man until he comes"
She went 10 dinner calmly, and af-
forwards gathered up some delicacies
and added them TO the meal for Mar
tin. She threw light shawl over her
head.
The jailer was in the hallway when
she went down the steps. He looked
troubled. She did not doubt he knew.
The corridor seemed darker than ever.
She set the lantern by the grating,
opened II and thrust into 1t the basket
A hand took it,
Eat your dinner" she said gently,
''then have something to say to you"
In ten minutes he came to the graf.
ing.
They will Try to take you from the
Jail tonight, she said, simply. Guilty
or not guilty, if l save you, will you
give yourself mp to Sheriff Terrence
for trialf"
He looked her in the eyes.
81 am an Innocent man." he cried
hoarsely, "bu before God I will stand
trial IL you We me from that mob"