The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1904-03-17
CHAPTER XII.
THE DAWN AND THE DUSK

Gradually, so gradually the change
could hardly be observed, the inner
grating of the window became visible;
the chinks between the edges of the
stones assumed distinctness. A ghost
ly blotch grew into a fact upon the
floor. a leaden hue, less black than the
pulsing sea of ink about it, spread and
spread, lighter and lighter, untll 1t in
vaded the dim recesses where 1 stood.
My hand became once more a tangible
possession, unreal and grim, yet all my
own. The opposite wall doomed up, my
utmost frontier Of the domain Of GER
tainty. DINNER, darker, more obscure,
the door, q vast unexplored cavern
gathered to itself the hobgoblins of evil
and gave them shelter. AS still as the
creeping on Of day we two men stood,
glaring at each other and watched 1t
come.
Exactly when I began to see him 1
could not say. Every impulse and vital
force Of nature centered in my eyes,
and they fastened themselves upon
that n irregular shadow in the OPP
posing corner which slowly-oh! with
such agonizing slowness-assumed the
outlines Of q man. My fascinated gaze
wandered not nor wearied. When in
the moist light Of the morning I clear
~ saw Broussard, haggard, pale and
sunken-eyed, watching me thirty feet
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all, the night.
No detail of his dress or manner but
l observed. There was a seal across
his forehead, fresh and bleeding a bit.
A confusion rather. He had probably
struck the door-facing as he rushed In.
Yes. 1t bled. A few drops had trickled
down his nose; there hung one, quite
dry, from his brow. Precisely beneath
this there We're some dozen or SO upon
the floor. All could have been COW
cred by my hand Like myself Brous-
sard had not moved throughout that
awful night. God, how I pitied him.
With such a weight of treason IN his
soul. And yet, looking back, the night
was less awful than the coming day,
far more merciful than the hideous
night which followed 1t. With the sun
Broussard heartened UP, and first
broke the silence.
Who are you comrade, and what do
you here?'
was at a loss for reply. I had no
faith in him, yet even a rotten stick
might serve to get me out.
Il am trapped like yourself, and
feared you all the night. God in heaven
what a long night 1t was"
Bloussard had nc words, his con-
vulsive shudder expressed more thar
mine.
Do you know how to get out OF
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Not I, except by the door, or the
window" looking at that.
IN try the door," he continued
smiling the treacherous smile of the
tiger. l remembered SO we'll the first
day he showed his teeth aboard shin
The man well knew I recognized hin
he mad heard me speak his name, and
feared If he found the door open he
would shut me up again, and escape.
lg-'lll test the door Snft}v nd u,Lot
| is outside" Inc he moved as il TO but
his thought in action.
Hold on, not yet; methinks I'll try
that door myself" I could see he had
: the same idea which had occurred tc
me-, for he demurred.
not II"
l Because know you. sir, and fear to
trust you"
/ Verify, you have honorable inten-
: tons yourself to suspect me so read
t iiy.' He was bent on engaging me In
; conversation, SO lie might perhaps
7 recognize me from ny voice. The
! mask sun hid my features, and the
. entire difference in my mode of dress
] made recognition almost impossible
The puzzled expression CT a half reeoI-
Y lection still rested on his face as I con-
e tinued: eoi
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: you Tor q traitor--1ay do not clap your
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