Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-11-04

insulted me in the street Who brings this
against me? Who charges me?"
The facts were briefly stated, not by the
police but by Daniels friend Titus Sim. He
broke through the crowd and spoke in the
others ear.
Listen to me- Dan. Tis life an death
for e. Who had your gun last night? All
hinges on that. At dawn yesterday l was
called up by Mr.. Henry, and only then did
1 know what had failed out. He told me Of
the raid and ordered me to come down
straight into the woods an scare the
ground to find any mark or trace of the
murderer. For murder it was, because at
cocklight came the news from Moreton
Hospital that Thorpe was dead: We went,
him and me alone-and searched the ground
foot by foot. Then l found your gun-one
barrel empty, t'other loaded. knew twas
! the new one he had given you, and. in sud
| den fear, 1 was just going to try and hide
| it. But Mr.. Henry had seen it. He came
over and recognized it at once"
eff it hinges on that, I'm safe" said
Daniel IT'S all right. Minnie. | be safe
enough! You go to Hangman's hut. pom
Dartymoor. my bold heroes, an you IL find
my gun in it's case, where put it last night
with my own hands.
| Wont do Daniel answered the inspec-
| tor. I'VE had a warrant for search as well
as for arrest. / was at Hangmans hut at
| midday with this man here: US did no
harm promise you. But we found the gun
| case-empty-also box of cartridges broke
| open an two missing
you'll have plenty of time to talk later
| on, said the big man. But you've got TO
come along wi us to Plymouth now, Daniel
Sweetland. so the sooner we start the Get
| ter. I hope you'll prove, yourself lnno-
| cent with all my heart; but that's your
| business. Now I must do mine.
In an instant Dams hands were fastened
! together. Powerful and stout though he
was, he found himself a child in the giants
grasp. Indeed the young man made no
| struggle He felt dazed and believed that
iobf y,1ar he
awaken
The steel clicked over his wrists and his
| mother screamed. At the same moment
BARLEY brought up a dog cart. In 1t
| big, FESTIVE horse leapt to be gone.
Daniel turned to Titus Sim.
Il can't believe I'm waking. old pal" he
said. BE l married? Be l dreaming?
Murder-to murder man. Do your best
| Titus; do what you can for me. Try an
bring a spark of hope to father an mother.
| They know I'm innocent of this-so does
Minnie. Do what you can. An, Mr. Henry
he don't think twas me? He wouldnt
judge me so cruel?
Hes hard and a terrible stickler for
! justice. But be sure Well do what men
may, Daniel
! my own wits Goodbye, Minnie; keep up
your brave heart as well you can. Twill
come right. l must think-I can prove-at
least. There-be brave, all of e. Don't
YOU weep mother. You've got my solemn
round my neck I'd say the same
The old woman sank away from him and
tainted; Minnie stood close to him until he
was helped into the trap; Sim shook his
handcuffed hand The crowd was divided.
and mems voices rose in argument. The
last to speak was Daniels father.
Keep stiff under lip, my son" he said
"Usll do what men can do. I'll go to
Lawyer Thornton to Newton this very day.
Usll fight for e with all our power.
Daniel nodded
bid mother cheer up when she comes
to-" he said. II bant feared. An take
| care O Minnie"
| He sat on the front Of the trap and the
big man drove. On the back seat were In
| spector Gregory and the policeman, Luke
| BARLEY.
The horse was given its head and soon
Daniel had vanished. He was to be driven
| over the moor to Plymouth.
For moment Minnie seemed to be for
| gotten. Then she went quietly to her
| weeping aunt and kissed her.
! II be going now she said.
"Going-going where. you poor, deserted,
| libby lamb? Where should you go?'
ITO my home" answered the girl. I'm
| Mrs. Daniel Sweetland now. I've got to
| keep up Dams name afore the world, an
| be the mistress Of his house. tbs waiting
for me. I'll have it witty for him when he
| comes back along"
go up there all alone to that wisht
howell in the middle of them deadly boys?
You shan't do it, Mnnie-I won't let you"
AN the name O. the place. groaned
| Mr.. Beer Il prayed I'm to alter 1t, too.
| Twas bound to bring ill-fortune Now tbs
an omen"
I'm going, however. tbs my duty.
| An so soon as may be I'll get down to
| Plymouth to see him. declared the girl.
A cab that was to have driven Daniel
| and Minnie still waited. Now she walked
to it and opened the door.
| Drive me up to Warren Inn pom
Dartymoor, my boy" she said. From
there l can walk"
Then she turned and approached Mrs.
| Sweetland.
MY place is in his home mother. Don't
| You fear nothing. I'll be a good wife to
| your son, an a good daughter to you. Our
| Dan be in the hands of God. Goodbye, all
| -good-bye!'
She drove away and the men who had
| Missed at her husband cheered her.
| "Dammy-a good plucky un!' cried a
| thin, gnarled man with green shade over
his eye. "Luckys the he that gets that
| she, whether it be yon chap or another
| after he swings,'
| The man was called Rix Parkinson and
| he held the proud dual position of leading
| drunkard and leading poacher Of Moreton.
| He was drunk now, but people nearly al
| ways felt themselves In agreement with
| him when he was sober and cared to talk.
A buzz and babel lowered round Mrs.
Maine and the Sweetlands. Then the game
| keeper and Titus Sim talked apart.
| There's a train to Newton Abbot half
| after g." said Matthew. "Ill go by 1t an
have a say with Lawyer Thornton"
| And what l can do with Mr.. Henry, I'll
| do said Sim.
His eyes We're upon Minnie Sweetland S
| carriage as it drove away with the little
| blue figure sitting bravely in it-alone.
| Johnny Beers wife had been forgotten
| and she wept In small circle of children
| who had gathered about her.
! What a wedding night for a dinky
| maden!' sobbed Jane Beer; but me an
my man will go over to hearten her up, If
| It's IN mortal power to do it,
| Anon the people scattered and the day
| was done A gray cleaning settled upon
| the moor, and their eternal cloud-caps roll
| ed over the tors and stifed the light OF
| evening.
A dog cart with fine trotting horse ir
it swept along the long, straight
stretch to the Warren Inn" and some
miles in the rear of it Daniel Sweetland's
wife followed behind an old gray horse
But the driver had taken the ribbons of
his whip and flung away the flowers from
his button-hole. He numbered only twelve
! years; yet he had sense to see that the
moment was not one for show of joy.
They'll never hang such a rare fin,
chap" he said; I'm sure they never woult
do such terrible rash thing, miss
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