The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1901-05-22
what do YOU want?" cried Gwen brave
,,i,or bo cberiff

Wnat 90 you WANT. CIieu N"Vh' p'o'S
ly facing the sheriff.
Miss" began the sheriff. II hates
to trubble Yer. but he's the mon whose
a-been a-robbin' and holdin' up people
in these diggins. and only loist noight
set onter Mr. Carl and robbed him of
the boyses' money. So / nave ter ask
you to sthand asod.'
What reason have you to suspect
hm?" demanded Gwen, not moving an
inch. and strenuOusly defending him,
who but few minutes before she had
bitterly and sadly been accusing of the
same crime. 'Who is his accuser?"
She no sooner put the Interrogation.
when from the group stepped Robert
Campbell.
II am his accuser and, gentlemen, I
will now tell the tale ! told you. and if
he has any defence, let him offer it.
saw Miss Davis leave Mrs. Moran's
house last night, shortly before half
past nine o'clock. and for reasons of
my own, which l have told AIr. Carl
and the sheriff I followed her down the
street. When Downs livery stable was
reached, she suddenly stopped, SO did
I. and in Il moment | saw the cause of
her alarm. 1t was then that this
gentleman" sarcastically pointing to
Dream. was relieving you. Mr.. Carl.
of the miners pay. ! saw him, and
what's more. she saw him do it, This
unexpected charge was too much for
Gwen, and she would have fallen had
it not been for Dream. who tenderly
put his arms prOtectingly around her
'"rhat's my story. gentlemen: probably
the accused has something to offer"
Ignoring Campbell. Dream faced the
sheriff. "You are too late. gentlemen
7 have already confessed my sins to
this good angel, and at her request
was about to make reparation. and go
away and live an honest life returning
only to make her my wife. But | have
not decided, and my story Is too long
for you to hear. and YOU could not
understand, as she. if you would
Sheriff, ! am yours"
mo. no." shrieked Gwen. DO not
take him away"
"A higher tribunal has decided other
wise" whispered Dream. and it can
not be undone. FAREWELL" and tender
ly drawing her to him, he breathed a
kiss on her lips, and as her body be-
came limp in his grasp, he knew she
had tainted, and was secretly glad. He
placed her tenderly on the old wooden
settee. called Mrs. Davis, and they
We're gone.
The first rays of the new horn sun
disclosed 10 The awaking world man
hanging TO a limb of II tree far up the
hill behind the White Oak. Judge
Lynch had held his court,
\ life robbed of its sunshine and
bliss, a torn and lacerated heart, IA soul
pierced With anguish, could scarce
stand the terrible strain, when after
days of waiting, for no one could mus
ter courage to tell her, Gwen cleaned
the fate of her lover, he who promised
full reparation. 1t was all so terrible
she could not comprehend il, and thus
one night--a wild and stormy night
with face drawn with pain, she blmdly
groped to the old diSbanded shaft uf
the White Oak, stood perhaps for a
second looking intently into its dark,
sombre depths. John. joint" the
wind seemed to sigh, and with moan
of anguish she cried: John, I'm COM
ing," and flung herself into its inky
embrasure, while through the old tim
bers and the neighboring trees and
shrubs, the storm sobbed requiem
And still ON wild and story nights,
when easements and shutters ratified,
and the winds lashed the trees with
fury. and the swirl and swish of the
Lackawanna is heard the lowly miner
returning to his home says he still can
hear the plaintive cry of beautifui
Gwen for her lost lover being borne on
| the winds from the old shaft.
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