Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1900-11-15

/ tel yUa that debts nafrre@ h l
Feft y0u. six years ago. Tom WINDOW.
v0u thought in nas Henry George who
persuaded ire TO break away from
your tyranny and Dgt my beauty 10
better account. Henry George never
interested himself enough in my be-
half. I was nothing to hirn-nothing.
Do YOU wish 10 know whn the man
was Tom wfndorn. IL was the writ
er Of the letter you have inst shown
me. He wanted YOU and me both out
Of the way. and he has made US both
his foolS"
His name"
The voice was low ana husky. bat
each letter held a lifetime Of concen-
tratAd hate.
His manner she pansed and smiled.
Harvey Barclay is his name" h
said
There was a commotion at the other
end OF the shin. The pilot was about
10 return I shore.
Before she had OWNED hIs purpose.
he grasped her arm in a grin Of steel.
Come he said. we go back with
him. 4 have sworn NV debt Should
never remain unpaid. ] win Day It be-
fore the sun goes down"
She struggled TO free herself. but he
bore her to the side Of the ship.
I'VE must return" he called u
A few questions. a few words Of ex-
PLANTATION followed. and h pilot con-
scented 10 receive his unexpected
freight.
The man was the first to make the
descent into the boat.
Helen followed, but. as she stepped
upon the plank. with a sudde wrench
she wrested her hand from Tom Win
dom's hold.
Those looking on were unable to de-
termine whether accident or design
caused her foot to slip. but. without a
cry. she fell fnto the waters and the
waves closed W. her head.
A sailor. standing on the deck above,
| sprang overheard to her rescue.
He declared afterwerd that, when
| he could have saved her, she wrenche
herself free. and, to save his own life,
he was compelled to swim to the sur
face.
When the body rose again, life was
extinct, m the pilot-boat now sol
! EMMY received the dead.
AS Tom window looked down at the
| beautiful dead face, his own features
| grew like marble; but. further than
that, he made no sign Of sorrow, or
raised no voice Of lament.
It was s O'Clock Of the same day
when a carriage, containing two men,
stopped before Edgar Reynolds door.
One wore the garb of a clergyman,
and n was in ordinary dress. The
manner of the latter was nervous, M
his face. as the light fell pon it, was
very pale.
Andrew opened the door. as IL ex-
pecting them. .
Miss Grace is in Mr.. Reynolds
room" he said. "wnI you walk up?"
AS they assembled the stairs she
came forward from the door of the
chamber at the farthest end OF the
hall.
She was dressed in black, and her
face was deathly white.
"UncIe Edgar refuses to see you,
Mr.. Barclay-refuses to witness u
marriage. 1t must take place in the
library"
1.-THE minister was about to speak,
but she checked him..
1T am of age she said. land I mar
ry Mr.. Barclay of my WI free will.
Will you let the ceremony take place
at once? / must return to my uncle.
This excitement has been most hurt
full to him"
The little group silently descended
the stairs, she preceding them.
A sudden loud peal at the bell start
ed them all. The house had been sc
quiet since all this misfortune had
fallen upon 1t. that any sound seemed
a Of fresh evils.
Come. GOMEZ" called Harvey. LET
us go into the library and have this
overt"
But already Andrew had thrown
open the door
The clergyman and Barclay entered
the library. Grace went forward as a
man entered the hall. She recognized
him instantly as the man who had so
rudely accosted Helen one afternoon in
the carriage. Helen had explained to
her that he was one Of Harry's cred
itors.
Her heart sank as she saw him.
I1du lie COIIlc al SUCH a time DIS lnis
to assert his claims? And how could
she silence him? At this she
could not command a dollar.
Giving him no time to speak, she
came quickly forward.
you have come for. money!" she
said. "Will you not take my word
that all you claims shall be paid In
full, IL you will but wait? Mr.. Rey-
nolds is very III. He cannot now be
disturbed"
M Reynolds" echoed the man.
MY errand is not with him nor his: IL
Is with the man who has murdered all
my happiness. Aye, 7 loved her once.
though / didn't know how TO be gem
tie. and though I was sometimes cruel:
and n night. while I was sleeping.
she stole from my side and ran away
with the f1end who tempted her to
leave me. It's he I'm looking for,
What is Mr.. Reynolds to me? A
name! She never cared for him.
Was the man mad? wondered Grace2
Il do not understand you" she said.
aloud. "of whom are you speaking"
"Of h dead!" he answered, in a
hollow whisper. "Of her who was
alive this morning; who yesterday