The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1903-06-19
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him. There were other men in the
world-men upon whom no misfortune
or disgrace had fallen. He was mad tn,
think of her.
How would he face the world now2
what would he do? Where could he
go?
He was free now. as other people were
Tree. There was no one to question or
hinder him. He might go here or there.
or anywhere. Still he felt weak and
poWerless. He had no idea as to how to
face life again. He felt himself sew
cred from everything. He was as a.
straw drifting on waters. He had nc.
power to guide or control his destiny
It was a horrible thing to keep a man
IN prison Tor years and then cast him
out to drift.
But he stopped thinking Of THIS
Via was the use Of railing against
fate? He would have to do the best he
could. He would have to begin again.
somehow.
His mind was strangely clear. but he
1elt 50 weak and powerless! And now
he began to feel tired, for he had
walked at a quick pace. And he sat
to think. Perhaps some idea would
occur to him as to what he could do.
Els mind seemed to move in a cir
Gle, but still It was clear.
On h morningi He had often won
dered what he would do on the NOM
ing OF his leaving the prison. But h
morning a always seemed SO far
away that he a never had more than.
the most vague idea as to what he.
might do. And then there had come n
time e he remembered nothing and
knew OF nothing but the counting of
days. Here was h morning nows
That morning Of which he had thought
wears AND years 81 90 III He wao cr1a6 J.
that h sun was shining so brightly
It gave hin warmth and its light re-
freshed him. He had lived for such a.
long time in gloom. Some Of the peo-
pie who were passing looked at him,
curfously. But he did not care for
He was free to do anything he chose.
Anything he chose! He felt weak and
powerless, bat somehow he would
manage. Something fortunate might
occur to h1ml
On the morning!
He was free, and life was again be-
fore him. Life! It vas a brave thing
to face if-if one only felt strong! He
felt so weak. But his mind was clear
Indeed, it seemed to get clearer and
clearer. Wa he getting weaker? No.
he was all rtght-or he would be all
you," said a voice. All! it was he
voice of the past coming to him again
coming to him here as he sat in the
bright sunlight. But the light vas not
so strong now Is it was. What was
the matter? The morning seemed to
be growing dark. It-but again the
voice came to him. st Low you," it
said; II care not II you are guilty. I
love yeu. I will always love you"
Yes, she loved him! She had been rue
to him! She was-why, there she was
coming to him! He could see her COM
ing to him through the darkness. Yes.
It was dark! h was standing before
him! The woman who had always loved
himl She was
His hands suddenly fell listlessly a
he sat-his pale, weak. worn hands!
why did you go so fast?" said q.
voice. IT spoke to YOU, but you did
not stop. We Ia followed you all
the way. We could barely keep Q In
sight"
"Come," said the woman. taking his
hands, "come!"
How beautiful was her face as In
smiled upon him. And her voice was
the voice Of that night years and yeas
ago.
He stood up and looked into her
eyes.
And they went on their way through
the sunlight. How g~loriously it was
shining!
Happiness had come to him. On the
morning! f