Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1902-07-30
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lips to the ones of prisoner. Be-
lieve me, know nothing of this hor-
rible affair, and am as innocent as
the angels in heaven" His voice
was husky aud he wept as a child.
81 know you are not guilty, Ar
mold, and would not for the world
believe you 80. No; my son would
never be 80 base. 1 shall pray con-
stantly that you may be freed from
this awful calamity"
"Mama, how is Iler2 Did she
send any message ?"
| A look of disappointment settled
on Arnold's brow as she shook her
head.
ooh mama, is it true hat Her has
forsaken me in my hour of sorrow p''
After a long chat Mr.. and Mrs.
Edrones bade their son fond good
bye, and Arnold placed tiny note
in the hand of his mother saying,
"Please deliver this TO Her.
When Mr.. and Mrs. Edrones
reached "Sunny Side" and entered
the drawing-room Her was not there,
but when Mrs. Edrones found her
she delivered to her the tiny missive.
This is what she found therein
"To my Dear Her: /, your de-
voted lover, Arnold Edrones, again
humbly come before you, pleading
with you that you will not forsake
me in my hour of trial or believe me
guilty of the crime of which l am
accused. l hear you say that evil
dence is against me; but people
have sought to find something to
accuse, and not to free me. l feel
confident that further investigation
will bring forth the good points as
well as the bad. 1 must admit that
there was some jealousy existing
within my heart toward Irby Wal
lace, but I would never resort to so
foul an act. Oh, Her, do tell me
whether or not you believe me
guilty? | am innocent and know
nothing of this awful tragedy. Be-
lieve me; declare before all that is
holy that | am not the murderer.
Were Irby Wallace present to-day l
would never harm a hair of his head
Oh, Her! l would rather-yes a
thousand times rather-the whole
world would believe me guilty than
for you to forsake me. 1t is beyond
my comprehension to understand
why these sorrows are placed upon
me. Can it be because of my at
tempt to deprive myself of life ?
Would to God my trial had been
successful could it but free me from
this humiliation! 1t was only love
that prompted me to commit that
act. could not refrain from low
ing you, and apparently fate was
against me. Her, you cannot real
ize what / suffer in this awful
cell. l remain in chains, day and
night, in solitude. Pen can never
express my suffering. Her, can you
stoop from your lofty position in life
to visit PRISON. Oh, sweetheart,
it will afford me indispensable joy to
behold my darling once again.
long for your prayers, precious one,
that | may be delivered from this
awful death. l will explain every
thing when l see you, for I trust you
will comply with my request and
visit me. / am confident that few
explanations will suffice to convince
you of my innocence. The last ray
Of light fades from my close and dis
NAL cell, and all is darkness within,
so l must close. Feeble pen can
never express my thoughts, but
shall wait to see you and trust you
will come as soon as possible. Fare
we'll, dear one. Again pleading for
your love and prayers for deliver
ance, remain
"Your devoted lover,
"Arnold Edrones."
The note was stained by tear
drops and written with pencil.
After finishing the little missive Her
became lost in revery, ponderiug over
the contents Of this message and
thinking of her once proud, but now
humiliated lover. She resolved to
visit him on the following morning.
On the next day when Her awoke
from her slumbers the sunbeams
were peeping through the shutters of
her bcd-c chamber, dancing lightly
over her bed and floor and gently
kissing her pale brow, for "the king
of day" had arisen in the eastern
horizon some hours previous and
was driving his golden chariot
wheels over the bright blue sky.
Her quickly arose and completed
her toilette; then, glancing out OF