The Miller sun. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 190?-19??, 1904-08-17
NJ a G G i s H E a r
CHAPTER xxvIIl.-sCoasrnaed.,

fN NAA x1A
A week has passed since the prisoner
had found the coveted weapon; and the
well men were digging neal the lodge
were getting on bravely. They were not
a veEy Woodworking R< OF men these,
nj Mr.. Atkins was sootrAStured, and
loved himself to take II easy. SO the
boards had been shored up at the regu-
lar distances round the sides, and the
rough fellows listen 10 the pleasant town
anecdotes.
1t has been a suftry dry, Df a breath
Of air stirring; the clouds getting darker
and darker as evening comes on, and a
iurid red showing through the vast black
pillows. II affects every IN in the house,
more or less, for n Is terribly dispirit-
irg; and they often hook o~t. and up at
the sky, in anticipation Of q coming
storm. There Is a little wind, so the
rain keeps off; and Maggie opens the
glass door 60 catch the air
May is upstairs, oh, 80 weary aiid OPP
pressed; feeling it such o trouble to dress,
and putting it off TO the vcry last mo-
ment; looking out of the dark sky, and
comparing it to her fate And SO Mrs.
Downing being busy, MS usTal u Mr..
Royston In his dressing Rum4 Maggie is
downstairs alone
She is lenning out, ard h Ghont to sit
down again, when q shadow darts across
the path, and, before she can close the
door, a ragged, unkcmpt ma1l. with a
wild expression in his frGnrc gaze, seizes
her hand. and kisrec n p~essjooately, and
says, "At last!"
She sees her peril, and sor q moment
turns faint at heart as the strange figure
Is mumbling over her hand; but she
snatches II away icrr~ty, and says,
through her teeth, How dare you? Go
away.p She stamps her foot angrily,
and her eyes fame with angry passion.
"But | must talk with yvu. | must
see you, dear. Don't be cruel, Maggie,
like the two rough men. ! only want to
see you for a little while be says, in a
broken voice, and more Nike the George
Temple OF Fulham than he has as yet
spoken; 'and then. II you send me away,
/ will never come 10 you again.
There are footsteps near, md he holds
the door.
"Go!' she says, stemfy.
when shall / see you, Maggie
where"
She is desperaee now. ard tries to
wrench the door from his hand.
"Where?" he whispsr,-~vhere, Mag
gief"
The footsteps are coming nearer, and
she points TO the little summer house and
says, hoarsefy, Tn there-midnightv'
Then she pulls to the door with a crash,
Great heaven.' she murmurs, "wiiat
II to be doneT"
Maggie says a voice. come here,
child and she goes 10 Mr. Royston,
vainiy trying 10 still the palpitating OF
her heart.
Surely dusk was never 90 welcome be
FORE" she thinks; and she has time to ge,
a little composed ms he Is saying, L want
you to wsaf these ornaments Tonight
viii you please an old fellows fancyT
"Oh. yes," she replies, tremblingly.
He puts some cascs into her hands
and bends over and kisses her. How
cold you are, child!' he proccedss land
how you will have TO hurry! There, rur
away now 10 dress
/. She sits for a moment. with the jewels
In her lap. as the maid lights the candles
and draws the blinds, and then opens
them listiessly. But ever DOW she is no
proof against the charms of the luxuries
money can buy, and she murmurs. de
lightedly, What lcvsfy pearisv' Their
the dark hair is braided, and she decks
herself with the gems, and goes dowr
the oak staircase very fair and pale, al
BELTS the bride whose bridegroom vii
be-Death.