Dakota farmers' leader. (Canton, S.D.) 1890-19??, 1907-07-26

ISL song like mine, but one with words
like. those you sing and you will bu.
pc something to wear III my head, Xix
hers, and teach me TO wear my hair S
That it may not be seem"
Yes, PSYCHE. all in good time"
Yes, all in good time, dear" sh
echoed. "She called me dear it is
pretty word, isn't it?'
There was n tear running down he
white cheek, but her voice quivered witt
Joy in this reconciliation and spring o
hope.
1t was about two hours after the de
parture of Ethel. Psyche and l were a
the bottom OF the garden. where she ha,
discovered a slowworm. and was marvel
Ing over the little insect who carried
star with him., when we were startle'
By hearing a knock at the front door. /
was a feeble knock, but distinct enough
In the night silence. 1t was nearly clever
O'Clock. Who would call at such al
hcar?? Clearly no oac to see A.s. Ben
han. My suspicion pointed to a yisi
from old Peter, who on some pretex
might ave COM to assure himself as t
my being an inmate.
Some one bas come to the house."
said to Psyche, as the knock was repeat
ed. Il must go and see who it Is. Stay
here"
Yes, I win rot go away again. You
will find me here when you come back
/ went up 90 the house and, passing
by the side, peered cautiously ont into the
front garden. A man was standing by
the door in the full light Of the moon i,
was Sir Henry Duncan.
He came toward me holding out his
hand when I showed myself. I was too
surprised to speak, but I took his hand.
Il was moist and cold, and trembled pal
pably as he put it into mine. For a mo
ment he was silent: then he spoke in a
quick, unsteady voice:
1T IL not the FIRST time I have had to
apologize to ron, Mr.. Thorne,'' he said
you know my weakness too well to re-
quire IN explanation. A weak man, a
weak mar led BY uncontrollable impulses
into action that leads to modification
IND regret. Ny Observation-Disclosures
told me q story SO strsnge'-he hesitated,
passed his hand over his brow, and then
clssped the lattice-"so strange that it
would pass belief if it were not supported
by something you told me when we last
met-the story of a young girl" His
voice sank so low that the last word was
hardly audible. Can I sit down? / feel
faint"
! led him into the back garden, and
rs he sank in the rustic seat his eyes
wandered in every direction.
"A feeble heart-the slightest emotion
rpsets me-" he exclaimed; you have
seen that in the past"
/ offered to fetch some water, knowing
that he never drank anything stronger.
He declined, still looking from side to
side furtively.
II an better. 1t is gone" he said,
though his voice belied him. II was say
ing, Mr.. Thorne, I came to apologize to
you. When you told me of having found
a fortune I secuted it as the statement
Of 1 madman. Now that l know that you
have been confined in those caves. and
what has happened there, anything is
possible. I know something of the his
tory Of those caves-the land-slip that
closed them, aid SO on. / intended after
hearing the strange story from Ethel to
call upon you tomorrow, but I found it
impossible to rest with this-this on my
mind"
It seemed to me that here was much
ado about nothing but his character had
always been SO incomprehensible to me
that I was scarcely surprised by his un-
necessary act Of self.humiliatien.
II had smother motive in coming here"
he pursued after a pause. From what
Ethel told me l thought that possibly I
might be able to render you some assist
ance."
.Assistance?" l said, q~uestioningly.
Perhaps a version OF the story that
Ethel told me, and which she, I believe,
learned from the poor girl who calls her
self Psyche, is misleading. May I ask
you to tell me what really has happen
ed?-
saw no reason for withholding the
facts from him. and I told him briefly
how I had found Psyche, and how we
lad escaped. He did not interrupt my
narrative with q word, but sat with his
eyes ret N me rs if he we're transfxed.
Only when I dwelt Of the awful solitude
OF thc caves, the dark prison in which
Psyche had passed her youth, he drew his
handkerchief out ~ IL to wipe his face
and, forgetting his purpose, sat lingering
it as the dying finger the sheets Of their
deathbed.
And did she preserve her reason in
this living DEATH" he asked uneasily
when ! ceased 10 speak.
Yes. She Is like one who 10 BEGIN
ming to live ; that II all"
At that moment he started to his feet,
Psyche was on the lawn, her figure re-
vealed BY the light dress against the dark
svcryreens. She stood motionless Looking
az him for I minute. and then, with 4
cry Of fear that I had never heard before
from her. she ran to my side for protec-
ton, looking across me at him with ter
ror.
""You don't know me- he gasped, look
ing moi less terrified than she.
"Was it you who put your arm through
the hedge with a knife I o cut me?" she
asked.
What does she mean?" he asked,
speaking to me quickly in French.
I could not tell.
mo, no" said Psyche II . calmer tone,
81 was not You. Your hand Is white
and thin, and long; that was like the
roots Of the hedge"
do you understand Sir Henry ask
ed mo in 4 how tone of pity that showed
hi doubted her sanity answered him
in French as he spoke to me that Psyche
might not comprehend
Eyes, I understand It well enough"
sid /. II know thai hand, which COM
pares with the roots Of the hedge. He
knows b is here. and passed along the
Other ii OF that hedge not three hours
He. who7" be asker sharply.
"Old reter.
BE started ~ il Ne had bssn struck;
N - Il tie Nov had roused Ais csurags
Acaid - Psycae with 1 nznness 81 voice