The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1903-03-19

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sciously planning to save her from
either one. 1t may seem little strange
that one of my character should find
fault with anybody following the same
line of business that had occupied my
attention for half lifetime and that
should begin to criticise my master
for crimes that had many times COM
mitted. I doubt very much if should
have troubled myself in this way had
not Miss Stetson commanded my re-
spect and confidence. She was too
pure and good to fall victim to such
villains. There was sacredness about
her love for Mr.. Goddard, even though
it could never be consummated in mar
riage, which made her ten times more
beautiful and lovely in my eyes. If
such love had been mine in early life,
should never have drifted away from
an upright and honorable life.
She was not 10 marry him. That she
had settled in her own mind, but she
was consecrating her young life to him.
The dread Of the leper in him was an
effectual barrier to their union, but she
loved him none the less. Her pale face
and sad, lustrous eyes revealed this
even to me, and blessed her for it.
Her love was of nobler type than
the ordinary. but the pity Of it was
that my master was not worthy Of It.
My feelings did not exactly undergo
transformation. Apart from his re-
lationship with Miss Stetson, still
liked and admired my master. He was
a skilled master in his profession, a
man with many virtues and genial
qualities, one whose kindness in the
world had done much to make others
happy. He was in reality my beau
ideal Of a criminal, man who pur-
sued his unlawful work without i'm
bruiting his own nature. master Of
his profession and not slave to it.
But when it came to a question Of
choosing between my master and Miss
Stetson unhesitatingly sided with the
latter, one whose virtue was no less a
powerful factor in attracting me than
her utter helplessness in the hands Of
two such men.
DR.. Squires had enlisted my dislike
from the first, and through varying de-
grees Of feelings had reached eli
max in positive hatred for him.
would thwart him in his aim even
though it compromised my master in
the doing. l had convincing proof
that he was all ever imagined him to
be-
I soon became spy in the interest
of Miss Stetson and in sense Il traitor
to my master. This underhanded pro-
cedure displeased me, and several times
| was on the point OF applying for Il
position in the Stetson mansion. But
this would remove me from the base
of my supplies. ! could not obtain the
material SO essential to conduct a sue
cessful warfare against the two men.
| would have to play the traitor for a
time at least-a role, be it said to my
credit. tnat never acted before.
strove to make myself liked and
by the way he swung his head and neck
I knew that he was liable to cut up
any dangerous trick to unseat his rid
er AS they approached within a few
rods of me l caught a glimpse of the
white face of Miss Stetson. She was
nearly overcome with fright and eXer-
ton, and her appealing eyes stirred up
every latent power within me.
let the raging horse pass, for any
attempt to stop him short in his mad
career would result in his flinging the
rider to the ground Then, whipping
up my own horse, started in pursuit.
1 shouted few words of encourage
ment to Miss Stetson and bent myself
| to the task before me.
| Fortunately l was mounted on the
finest animal in Mr. Goddards stables,
a powerful, nervy stallion. He seemed
to enter into the spirit of the race in
an instant, and with long, sweeping
strides he slowly overlook the run
away.
Inch by inch and then foot by foot
we oyerhauled the nearly spent horse
aheaii Lac noise of pursuing ami
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