Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1900-06-28
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CHAPTER xxxur. Continued,
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Or Under a Spell.
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"Tis the drug working now whis-
ared the listening woman 10 herself.
&c can loosen even his proud, still
ongue."
In a dreamy tone. her master con
ed:
Il was watching at his bcdside--l,
Is nephew, his heir. Aye, had not
asi, Give always taught me to be-
eve myself his heir? Had he not tao
ly accepted me as such. again and
gain? CRASHING and greedy to all the
ast of the world. he had been gcner.
us and lavish TO me a~lone--to me
lone.
and, with the sunshine OF fortune
Hiding my future. / asked Agnes Dean
ID be my wife. Her proud family
,ould have scorned the penniless law
er. but they smiled on the rich mans
cir. We were betr0thed. and my first
nd only dream Of happiness begun.
II was thinking Of her as l watched
v the dying mans pillow-thinking
T her grace, her sweetness, her bright,
ladsome beauty. | was planning,
ven then, our future-the future col
red with every gorgeous hue of hap
mess and hope.
..And even while the dream SIN
Dated before M enchanted eyes. the
ying mars hoar>e whisper called nae
lose TO his bedside. and / heard from
Is trembling lips that he was await
ing his son-the son whom he had new
T recognized or cared for-the son Of a
~laEdestine and unhappy marriage
sle unknown son, who wa t. sup
plant me his acknowledged heir. /
must right his wrong, | must do him
Justice I must ruin all my life, blight
II my happiness. darken all my flu
are, for the sake OF a rude, uncultured
Granger. The old nan raved, aye, he
only rayed! With the thought Of Ag-
les In my heart, | could face the pas
ionate mailman, who forced himself
INTO the dying mans chamber: with
hat thought in my heart / could hear
ny uncle breathe his last blessing 10
he son he had never known. and then.
zith his last breath, Ill m do justice
could listen calmly to the wild up
eraiding Of the imposter who called
limself Basil Give.
"He defled me over his fathers
he demanded the justice that
vas his fathers dying legacy TO him.
With his hand on the dead mans
he swore a fearful oath of hate
md revenge 10 me. 10 mine forever, IL
bat justice were denied.
"Justice-ha, ha!-justice! justice!
The word has been echCing in my ears
yer since. Justicei that would have
obbed me of my nrtrne. Of my bride.
TO an unknown, beggarly out
asst, who could not even get a lawyer
o take mp his claim. Justice! justice!
vhen"--the speakers eyes flashed with
unnatural fire, and he rose, gasping.
his chair-"when the proof, the
'nly proof OF my uncle's marriage
yhen the certificate he gave me on his
lying bed. the paper that. armed with
SCORPIONS sting, has been hidden In
NY breast for five-and-twenty years
when old Basil Gives marriage certif-
cate was here!'
And. striking his hand on his breast.
IS IL lie would have crushed some
nonste. cling:ng there, the master of
IKE Towers. with a moan Of pain.
~. forward, ~scnseless, on his own
And Mrs. Wyllls, stillinc the cry Of
error that rose 10 her lips. stopped
ard. slipping her slender hand
uto the bosom Of Robert Give. drew
orth the thin oil-skln packet concealed
here. and thrust ii into her own
Then. ringing. with a deadly-pale
'ountenaDee, trembling limbs and
'ieamlng eyes, she shrieked loudly for
lelp.