Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1905-06-22
Cardigan
By ROBERT w. CHAMBERS
eopyrisht. 1901. By ROBERT CHAMBERS


turning on Mount ''She is Captall
warren's own child. journeycd Il
England and proved IT, I have pa
pers here in my pocket TO prove it,
he said. slapping the flaps OF bis bras
buftoned coat. 1T was lie from be
ginning TO end The letters supposed
to have been written 10 Sir William 10y
Sir Peter Warren were forged. The
documents supposed TO have been un
eartbed from the flooring In the cap
tain's cabin of his majesty's ship Leds
were forged. can prove il. car
prove that Walter Butler was the for
ger! / can prove that Sir John John
SON knew 1t! And to that end Sir John
and Captain Butler conspired 10 make
her believe herself TO be the child OF
q half crazed forest runner who had
been besetting Sir John with his mad
opportunities. calling himself Cade
Renard. and vowing that Miss Warren
was his own child"
He g1ared ut Butler. The wretcheG
mans lips moved to form the WORD
~Lies.' but no sound came. Then
Foxcroft turned to me-
TN my presence these three men
broke the news to her. They hood
wfnked me too. I had never suspect
Cd viliainy had not that fool. Sir John,
attempted TO bride silence. should any
thing ever occur to cast doubt on the
relationship bstwixt this fellow Rem
ard and Miss Warren
The lawyer paused. grinding his
tssth In rage.
Il accepted the bribe! I did. gentle
men! I did II 10 quiet suspicion. Sir
John believes me TO be his creature.
But I set out to follow the matter TO
the bitter end, and I have done Il.
It's q falsehood from A to Zed. shall
have the pleasure Of fiinging Sir Johns
bride into his face!
"Mr. Cardigan, Miss Warren is the
truest bravest, sweetest woman have
ever known. when II was made clear
to her that this lunatic Renard was her
father, and that she was not War
rem, not an heiress, that she must now
give up oil thought Of the family on
which she had so long imposed and
give up all pretensions to you, sir, she
acquiesced with dignity that might
have become princess of the blood.
"Then came Butler. the forger," said
Toxcroft, pointing at him. And when
he found that, after all. Miss Warren
honored herself too highly to seek a
rehabilitation through his name he
came here and threatened this poor old
mans nfe-threatened to denounce him
a. a thief and have him hung at a
crossroads unless she gave herself to
hint Then-then she consented"
"In the orchard" muttered Mount
I'VE can hang him with his own bri-
de-"
We paused for an instant, gazing 81
lently at the doomed man.
"You must hang" said Mount grave
ly.
mot that! Nor stammered 81
can't do II! Give him a sword give
him something to fight with! Jack
can't do it."
There was a touch on my arm. Sill
yer Heels stood beside me.
LET them deal with him." she muir.
INJURED. You cannot fight with him
There is no honor In him"
He had risen and now stood staring
vacantly at me-
Are you going to let him loose on
the world againY' cried Mount.
II cannot slay him." said.
"But q rope canr' said Mount.
do you then draw It." ! replied
land never rail more at the hang
manv'
After moment unlocked and
opened the door. As in trance But
Ter passed out into the moonlight
Mount stole close behind him. and
saw his broad knife glimmsr as hs
followed.
"Let him 60" said YEARLY. 81
choke with all this foul intrigue. II
there no work to do. Jack. save The
sherifrsl Faughl Let him gor'
Butler slowly set foot t. stirrup
Mount snatched the pistol from the
saddle holster. with a savage sneer
| mo. no." he said. Trust scoun.
drel II you will. lad, but draw his
fangs frst. Oh, Lord above, but hate
to let him gol Shall II III give him Q
hundred yards before 1 FIRE! And ri
| not aim at that! Shall II"
II Butler heard him be made nc
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