The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1903-04-10
CHAPTER VII.-(Continued.)

Arc they going to arrest me!
George whispers hoarsely, lookin
grey and hssgard.
Yes, they've got a warrant! George
you are innocent, aren't your
Eyes, l am innocent" he returns, il
4 dull sort Of way. my poor mother
you'll stand to her, DOCTOR"
George! oh, nay SOM" His mother
arms are round him. She has heart
every word. Her voice Is full O
agony-an agony that is like q swort
In her heart.
Mother, my poor mother!" The
mans face works as he holds her tc
him tight.
God bless my soul" shouts the
doctor, what are We coming to when
4 man like Saville can act IN q
trumped-up pack Of rubbish? My dear
Mrs. B~ouverie, don't let this worry
you. It is all a wretched mistake!
George, man. say you can set 1t
right"
There was no shame in the eyes of
George Bouverie. A kind of proud
light leaps into them for a moment;
then he puts his mother gently into the
Doctors arms, saying softly:
Whatever happens, believe l I'm in
nocent." Then he turns to the SER
soant. Now, then, l am ready to go
with you"
Mrs. Bouverie does not see the
browning act Of disgrace as her son
walks out of his own home a prisoner
into the goodly light of the setting
sun. She has tainted, and lies back
with closed eyes, unconscious of the
young golden head, that, for the first
time in his life. George bows with
shame.
He gets up on the car, with white
lips and a stony face. His eyes are
fixed and show nc wavering. And, be-
fore night falls, all Portraven stands at
its doors discussing the bank robbery
and the arrest OF Mr.. Bouverie; while
the cashier lies in his lodgings, and
turns his face to the wall, a limp heap
Of s%huddering humanity.
His landlady hurries TO tell him that
Mr.. Bouverie has been taken. Mr..
Grey only shivers and buries his chat
teeth and leaden face in the bed
clothes.
It is Doctor Carter who. with tears
IN his eyes, breaks to Mrs. Bouverie
the terrible intelligence that her son
has been brought before the magis-
trates and committed for trial on the
of robbery and murderous as
sault.
He never did it," sobs the old man;
but 1t looks very black against him.
Poor lad! He wouldn't say where he
got the money he was wiring off t o
that scoundrel, the bookmaker, and
went dead against him; and that
Grey stuck to his story. He
swore it was George who attacked him
he swore it through thick and thin.
On the face of evidence like that the
had nothing to do but send
the Ease for trial; but I can't believe
It Of George can't indeed!"
Yet the doctor is wavering. Facts
Are stubborn .--ngs and honorable
men have become thieves and crimi-
nails before now. Mrs. Bouverie lies
out with grief and anxiety.
would I had died for thee, my
she means, az David did, and can
take no comfort. Her boy, her idol,
sent to prison, condemned already in
the eyes Of the world. Yet her faith
has never wavered. George said he was
innocent, and God in His own good
time will make that innocence clear.
Then there vas that awkward bit
Of evidence about the chloroform," the
goes on, examining and sitting
every bit of evidence. dale. that
chemist, swore that George had
bought that chloroform for the de-
struction Of a diseased cat"
THAT was true" Mrs. Bouverie lifts
her heavy, tear-wet ayes for a second.
Eyes; but George couldn't say he
had used the chloroform, and that told
against him. Saville jumped at that
"My poor cat died. She was a pet,
and she was caught in a trap. To
spare my feelings, George said he
would give her chloroform. She was
dead before he got back from Port
raven, and afterwards he said he had
the bottle away. Oh, Doctor
Carter. you know my boy is innocent!
These hideous doubts must be dis
l feel Sc weak, so heartbroken.
30 ~friendless!" sobs the poor lady:
and my poor George was so happy
Just before this happened-engaed to
Barbara Saville, and looking forward
70 going out to Tasmania"
The doctor draws q long whistle.
THAT accounts for the milk in the
:ocoanut-that so~ur-visaged Saville
means to marry the girl himself. It
3 az plain IS daylight now. That is
Why he is 30 dead against George!"
Mrs. Bouverie clasps her trembling
lands and bows her grief-stained
ace.
George in prison! Doctor Carter,
Tod only knows my agony! My poor,
DOOR boy. weak as he may have been,
,ut criminal never"
Doctor Carter tries to comfort and
her.
There, there, let 1t come to a trial;
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