Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1905-01-07

made out a birth certificate and Bumbo
has ii there. / took it from the hands
of the child's mother as the ship went
down and have kept it ever since.
"she is the only heir and entitled to
his share of the property. The other
papers will show what this is. re-
ceived the final documents yesterday.
Bumbo has them. Do justice, Seadog,
do Justice, upon your soul, tell it all!"
Seadog's very moments were num-
bered. The wound which he had re-
ceived in the last encounter with the
southside fishermen had developed a
case of blood poisoning and no power
on earth now could save him. OF this,
he was fully informed. While the fact
that he was about to face the final tri-
bunal where man is called upon to give
an accounting, may have had some
thing to do with softening Seadog'
heart, he was confronted with the evil
dence OF his wrongs on earth and OF the
just rights of others.
He told the story of how he had
wronged SankaIa's father how he had
willfully caused Rlngwold's exile to ST.
ben ia and how he had fed to America
with his illgotten gains. OF his accu-
mutations here, his auditors already
knew. He had learned of the sailing
of Sankala's father and mother from
the old country and had found their
names on the ship s register, and Know
ing that they were dead and having no
knowledge of the birth of Sankala,
thought all trouble from that source
had ended.
When he had completed his story,
which was reduced to writing by Bum
DO, he was completely exhausted, but
the merciless attorney insisted on a
further statement.
"Seadog, you are in your right
senses, are you not?'
Eyes, came the reply feebly.
"You realize that the end is ap-
preaching"
81 do, replied the dying man.
You make this statement as your
dying declaration, insisted the tech
meal hmD of the law.
81 do"
well, one moment more, Seadog.
There is still more left undone. You
might as we'll make a clean breast of it
while you are at it. You remember
the deed Dan Lapham's father signed?
Well, [ have the evidence ready to
bring action to have it set aside. You
know the old man was drunk and didn't
know what he was doing? You know
there was no money paid and no con-
sideration for deciding the property to
you upon which this town is built?
You remember all of this, do YOU not,
Seadog2 Make clean breast OF it, tell
1t all, upon your soul, Seadog! [ have
secured the pardon of the half-breed
from the pen and he is ready to testify
to it all. 1t is true, is it, not Seadog,
upon your soul, upon your soul p
Yes, came faint voice.
Then sign your statement here,
your dying declaration, sign it here,
Seadog, as you value your chances of
pardon in the next world"
Seadog touched the pen already
thrust into his limp hand by the per.
sistent attorney, who also wrote his
name and called upon the captain and
surgeon to witness the signature.
God be praised" The faint voice
OF Ringwold was heard, as he made a
superhuman effort to raise himself, and
clasping Sankala in his arms, he whis-
pered my mission is performed and
justice done at last.
The deathly silence OF the room was
only broken by the sobs of the grief
stricken girl, as old Ringwold passed
into the sleep that knows no waking.
Within another hour Charles Sea.
dogs soul had also departed from the
body, and such a spirit of gloom hung
over the little fishing village as had
never visited it before.