The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1908-11-22
CHAPTER XXXIV.
The Temptation.

Jessica eyes met Harry's in look
be could not translate, save that it held
both yearning and anguish.
The accusation OF Prendergast had
stunned her faculties. AS in an evil
dream, with the low breeze murmuring
by and the ftful moon overhead, she
had seen the sheriff rise TO his feet
and methodica!ly put the fragment Of
paper into his pocketbook. 4 moment
later she was running up the dark path,
her thoughts confusion In which only
one coherent purpose stood distinct-to
warn him. They would know no need
to hasten. If tho man she loved had
reached the cabin, she would be before
them.
Not that she believed him guilty; in
his lost past there could be no stain
OF personal hatred she had once sur
prised on Prendergast 5 face. He hated
Hugh, and dying, had left this black
lie behind to do him a mischief. He
was innocent, Innocent But would the
charge not be believedl They would
arrest him, drag him down to the town,
to the brick Jail on the courthouse
square. The community was prejudiced.
Innocent men had been convicted be.
fore OF crimes they never committed,
In those breathless minutes she did not
reason further; she knew only that
vital danger threatened him, and that
he must ly from it. The lighted pane
had told her the occupant OF the cabin
had returned.
She stood before the door, her hands
clasped tightly. her eyes on Harry's
face, even in this crucial moment drink
ing IN thirstIiy what she saw there;
for in this crisis, hanging on the mar
row verge of catastrophe, when he had
need to summon all his store Of poise
and contained strength, his look melted
over her in mist Of tenderness.
HWhat has bappened?" he asked
He did not offer 10 touch or to kiss
her, but this she did not remember till
afterward. In what words could she
him guilty when She besought him 10
dy2 She answered simply, directly,
with only a deep appeal in her eyes:
"Men viii be here soon-men from
the town. | overheard them. / want.
ed to lei you know.' she hcsitated; it
bad grown all at once difficult TO pat
into words.
Coming here9 Why7',
murder
# her eyes could have pierced the
bolted door a few feet away! II she
could have seen that listening face be.
hind IL, as her clear tones fell grow
instinct with recognition, amazemcnt,
and evil suspicion-a look that her last
words swept into sickly gray terror!
II She could have heard the groan from
the wrctched man beyond.
Whose murder?'
''Dr. Moreau IS. D."
IN all Harry Sanderson IS life was TO
be never such 4 moment OF revealment
lie knew that she meant himself. The
murderer of DR.. Morcau-IIugh s one
time rroDy and loose associate, who had
shared in the plumber Of the forged
draft, and had then abandoned his
cat 's-paw TO discovery The man Hugh
had promised 10 "pay of Tor it somc
timc!' Had Moreau also made this his
stummngground \ swift memory
swept him of highs hang-dog look.
his ncrVons dread when he had begged
N the chapel study Tor money with
which 10 leave the country. 1t did not
need tho smothcrcd gasp from behind
the bolled door To point the way TO
tho swift conclusion Hawy's mind was
racing 10. = dull 1ush spread to mis-
forehead.
Jcssics. waited with caught breath,
searching his conntcnancc. 1t WAS told
now, but he must know that sho had
not credited it-that "for better, for
Worse. she must believe IL him now.