Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1904-01-28
sack, and bristiinx bayonets, all gilt.

stood and listened my dear love drew
me closer, and he whispered:
"'Oh, my darling. be true to me!
will come back to you! AS surely as
there is a God in heaven, will come
back to you!'
'"Then sorrow came-sorrow and the
knowledge of cruel wrong. So tram
pied my heart and buried It! thought
him dead; despair tore open the grave
I made.
ION the old love which lay within,
my hot tears fell, and woke 1t again to
passionate life. Now | have e e him
Il know he lives! Fire. fate, death
itself could not part us! He lives, and
he will come back TO me-he will come
back to mel"
She paused, thrilled from head to
feet with strange, intense feeling.
And Cynthia Lennox never forgot
her as she looked that moment-a
slender, erect. black-clad figure.
Her head was flung back in exultant
confidence and conviction. A heavy
braid of bronze-gold hair had fallen
across her shoulder. and rose ana fell
with her quick, hoarse breathing. her
face was like the face OF m inspired
glowing, fervid, radiant-eyed!
"Te is Rot nerei" Cynthia said.
mot herel An, he has been de-
layed. He will be here soon! The
train must have arrived last night.
But IL had to walk; it is that makes
me so late. l have given up trying to
hate him-I gave up long ago! You
know he sinned against my father-he
sinned against me! He made me what
/ am-the child Of a galley-slave. But
| love him! Oh, I know what that
meansl 1t means that | am weak and
v~acilating and cowardly Fate has
been too strong fer me, nature has
been too strong for me; my woman's
heart has conquered mel love him!"
Through Cynthia's b~ewildered brain
peated in her hearing:
1--WE would suggest that the woman
flashed the words Mr.. Lynn had re-
calling herself Laurence Isle be held
to await the result of further investi-
CATION"
And this was Laurence Isle here be-
fore her now! Was there any posi-
bility, any fear Good heavens, 1t
was too horrible!
For one moment she clasped her
slim. brown hands above her temples,
as though in pain.
When she looked up her glance fell
a few men coming up the
the undertaken and his assistants.
Some distance ahead of them walked
Mr.. Stack. How unconscious she
looked!
do you not know?" Cynthia asked,
and her ready speech faltered. Have
you not heard?"
What! is any one III? There was
a queer man at the gate who tried to
stop me, but l told him l was coming
up to B~lackcastle, and Hark!"
There was an imperative, subdued
knocking below.
Perhaps that Is he!" she cried,
wildly. Come, come! Perhaps 1t is
Clive!"
She caught Cynthia's hand and drew
her with her along the corridor. to-
ward the grand stairway. Coming in
by a side entrance, she had assembled a
narrow flight of stairs, and had not,
consequently, before crossed the main
hall.
This Cynthia remembered with q
sudden shock OF dread. But now-ah,
ii was too late!
They we're passing close by a room
the door OF which stood wide open.
And within, stir and cold, on a car
peted floor, was stretched the corpse
Of a murdered
All, IL she would only not look! Pray
God she would not look!
She turned her head-she glanced
In. Glanced in and shuddered back
back with a wild, shrill shrek of hor-
and dlsmay.
"Come!" Cynthia said. and strove to
draw her away.
But she stood rooted to the spot,
still as stone. an awful, CHASTITY pallor
sweeping all life and color from her
"Come!" Cynthia urged again.
But she did not move or speak one
word. Her eyes. startled and dilated.
riveted on it In irresistible fas-
cination.
But ever as that wild stare dlscov-
cred and recognized every revolving
detail Of the fallen, stark. distorted
hgure; of the thin, harsh, crue! face,
forever Ia sneering rage; OF the
cleaning, ught-shut teeth and clenched
but impotent h~anis-at that very mo-
through the great western win
dow the sunshine streamed, and flood
ed 1t all in a billow of gold.
That reused her from her trance OF
t~error--that horrible-horrlble radi-
ance!
"Oh, what IL it-whet Is IT." she
What does it all mean? He
Is dead! Who did 1t? Who could have
done It? Oh, I am afraid, afraid
afraid"
She turned and hid her face on Gym
shoulder. sobbing and shivering
convulsively.
Miss Lennox. with firm, gentle pres
sure. was endeavoring to lead her on.