The Miller sun. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 190?-19??, 1907-06-29
N light be able to render you some assist.

N light be able to render you some assist.
ance."
..Assistancew / said, questioningly.
Perhaps a version of the story that
Ethel told me, and which she, / believe,
learned from the poor girl who calls her
| self Psyche, is misleading. May L ask
you to tell me what really has happen
| edo"
/ saw no reason for Withholding the
| facts from him, and / told him briefly
| bow / had found Psyche, and how we
| lad escaped He did not interrupt my
| narrative with word, but sat with his
| eyes set on me as if he were transtiZed.
| Only when l dwelt on the awful solitude
of the caves the dark prison in which
Psyche had passed her youth, he drew his
| handkerchief out as IL TO wipe his face
ard, forgetting his purpose. sat lingering
it, as the dying finger the sheets of their
deathbed.
And did she preserve her reason ip
this living deauh?" he asked uneasily
when ! ceased 10 speak.
Eyes. She is like One who is begin
ming to live; that is 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
cvergreens. She stood motionleSs looking
at him for a minute. and then, with
cry of fear that | 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 not less terrified than she.
WAS it you who put your arm through
the hedge with a knife to cut me? she
asked
What does she mean" he asked,
speaking to mo quickly in French.
l could not tell.
NO, no." said Psyche IN a calmer tone,
''i' 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 me in low tone Of pity that showed
he doubted her sanity. / answered him
in French as he spoke to me that Psyche
might not comprehend
YES, understand 1t we'll enough"
ssid I. Il know that hand, which COM
| pares with the roots Of the hedge. He
knows she is here, and passed along the
other side of that hedge not three hours
| ago"
He, who?" he asked sharply.
"Old Peter
He started as II he had been struck;
and as if the blow had reused his courage
he said to Psyche with firmness of voice
| and manner contrasting strangely with
his previous nervous utterance.
THAT hand shall not brighten you
again, child" Then to me, as he turned
TO leave the garden, he added, Il will
return when / have got that wretch out
Of the way"
We heard him passing between the
corn and the outside of the garden hedge.
Trying to conceal my uneasiness l wait
| ed anxiiiISly for the result. Old Peter
! knew was not to be frightened away
| By the rustling corn; he would wait
down there, knife in hand, for whoever
| might come If had heard n death cry
from Sir Henry it would have been no
more than l expected. No such cry came;
yet l fancied I heard old Peters growl-
ing voice. Half an hour passed and Sir
Henry had not returned.
When | proposed to Psyche that we
should go look at the glowworm she as
| sented at once.
'You are not afraid now?" I asked.
She laughed.
II could never fear anything when you
are with me-" she said.
We were ut the bottom of the garden
when heard the sound of shot, sound
ing as if it came from the park.
Ito be continued.)