Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1902-07-03

at his post up stairs, and therefore"
Therefore, you have not seen the
body OF my poor, dear c~ousin?"
Otherwise I could have given no GER
t~iicate,- Walker said, with dignity. II
/ have satisfied myself, sir. and the re-
quirements of the law. why. then. ev-
erybody is satisfied. I have seen the
body"
Technically, the little doctor spoke the
truth. Henson muttered something that
sounded like an apology. Walker smiled
~graciously. and suggested that rest and
a plain diet were all that the patient
needed. Rest was the great thing. The
bandages need not be removed for a day
or two, at the expiration OF which time
he would look in again. Once the road
was reached in safety Walker ook off
his hat and wiped the beads from his
forehead.
a life to lead. Thank goodness I need
not go there again before Saturday. II
anybody were to offer me a small glass
OF brandy with a little soda now. I
should feel tempted TO break through
my rule and drink It."
Meanwhile the long terror OF the day
dragged on inside the house. The SER
wants crept about the place IN tip-toe,
the hideous bell changed out. Mrs. Hen
son paced YEARLY up and down the
drawing room, singing and muttering
TO herself. until Enid was fain to fly or
break down and yell. Historically. 1t
was one of Margaret Henson's worst
days.
The death Of Christiana seemed to
affect her terribly. Enid had watched
her in terror. More than once she was
fearful that the frail thread might
srap-the last faint glimmer of reason
go out forever. And yet 1t would be
madness to tell Margaret Henson the
truth. In the first place she would not
have understood, and on the other hand,
she might have comprehended enough
TO betray to Reginald Henson. As 1t
was, her grief was obvious and sincere
enough. The whole thing was refinedly
cruel, but, really, there was no help for
II. And things had gone on splendidly.
Henson was powerless TO interfere
and the doctor was satisfied. Once n
had put her hand to the plow, Ends
quick brain saw her through. Bat she
would have been hard put to 1t to de-
ceive Henson under his very nose
without the help of the bloodhound.
Now he could see her way still farther.
She waited ~nervously for a ring from
the lodge gates to the house, n about
4 o'clock Ii came. The undertaken was
at the gates waiting for an escort to
the Grange.
Enid passed her tongue over a pair OF
dry lips. The critical momen was at
hand. II she could get through the
next hour she was safe. 1t not-but
there must be no IF not" she told her
self. The unSertaker came, suave, quiet,
respectful, but he dropped back from
the bedroom door as he saw two gleam-
ing, amber eyes regarding him n
ingly.
1.-The dog loved my sister" Enid X
planned, quietly. But he has found his
way to Ter room, and refuses to move.
He fancies that we have done something
with her. Oh, no, I couldn't
poison him! And II would be a dread
full thing IL there were to be anything
like a struggle here. Come, Rollo."
Evidently the dog had learned his les
son we'll. He wagged his great tail, but
refused to move. The undertaken took
a couple OF steps forward and Rollo's
crest rose. There was a fash of white
teeth and a growl. At the end of half
an hour no progress had beer made.
There's only one thing for It." Will
iams suggested. in his rusty voice. 1--WE
can get he dog away for ten minutes
at midnight. He likes a run then, and
Til bring the other dogs to fetch him,
like"
MY time Is very valuable just now"
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"Then you had better cas- me-"
said Enid. turning a face absolutely
flaming red and deadly white, to the
speaker. TT Is a ~dreadfully CHASTITY
business altogether, but I cannot posi-
bly, think of any other way. The idea
of anything like a struggle here is alb
horrent. . And the dogs fidelity
is so touching. My sister and I were
exactly alike, except that she was fair
er than me-"
The undertaken was understood to de-
muir slightly on professional grounds.
1t was very irregular, and not In the
least likely to give satisfaction.
What does q natter" Enid cried,
~passionately. She was acting none the
less magniicently because her nerves
were quiver.ng like harpstrings. when
I am dead you can fling me in a ditch,
for all I care. We are a strange ann
lily and do strange things. The ques-
ton OF satisfaction need not bother you.
Take my measure. and send the coffin
home tomorrow. and we will manage
TO do the rest. Then tomorrow night
you will have a four-horse hearse here
at IL o'clock, and drive the coffin TO
Churchfield Church, where you will be
expected. After that your work will be
finished"
The bewildered young man responded
that things should be exactly as the
young lady required. He had seen many
strange and wild things in his time, but
meme so strange and weird as this. 1t
was utterly irregular, Of course: but
people. after all, had a right to demand
what they paid for. Enid watched the
demure young man In black down the
ccrridoh, and then everything seemed to
be enveloped in a dense, purple mist,
the world was spinning under her feet.
there was a great noise, like h rush OF
mighty waters in her brain. With a
great effort she threw off the weakness
and came to herself, trembling from
head to foot
"Courage!" she murmured, courage.
This life has told on me more than /
thought. With Chris example before