The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1908-11-29
SATAN SANDERSON

not use him, but some one did
She waited moment, still he made
no reply. 4
81 want to ask You,'' she said alb.
ruptly, "do you know who killed Dr..
Moreau?'
His blood chilled at the question. He
looked down at her speechless. You
must let me speak, - she said. "You
won t answer that. Then you do know
who really did it. Oh, | have thought
so much since last night For some
the man who was in the cabin-who
rode my horse7 II he is guilty, why
do you help him of, and so make
yourself partly guiltyS"
He looked down at her and put a
finger on her lips. 'fDo you remember
would believe what | did was for the
, besIi ~
But | thought then you were going
away How can believe it now? Why,
they hang men who murder. and it is
you who are accusedl If you protect
the real murderer, you will have to
stand in his place. The whole town be-
lieves you arc guilty. see it in all
their faces. They arc sorry, many of
them, for they don't hate you as they
did, but they think YOU did it. Even
Mr.. Fielder, though / have told him
what / suspect, and though he is work
ing now TO defend you'll
"Jessica,' he urged, "you must trust
me and have faith in me. l know it is
hard, but I can't explain to youl L
can t tell you-vct-why | do as / am
doing, but you must believe that 1 am
right"
She was puzzled and confused. When
she had put this and that together.
guided by her intuition. the conclusion
that he knew. the guilty one. had brought
n huge relief. Now this fell into dis,
array She felt beneath his manner a
kind of appeal. depreciation, almost
hidden pity for her-as though the
danger was hers, not his, and she the
one caught in this catastrophe. She
looked at him pale and distraught.
You speak rs If you were sorry for
me, - she said "and not for yourself,
Is it because YOU know you are not in
real dangcr-that you know the truth
must come out, only you can t tell 1T
yourself, or tell me either! Is that it?'
y wave of feeling passed over Harry
of hopeless longing. Whichever way
the issue turned there was anguish for
her-for she loved him. If he were
acquitted she must learn that past love
between them had been Illicit, that
present love was shame and future love
an impossibility. Convicted, there mTgt
be added to this the bitter knowledge
that her husband in very truth was a
murderer, doomed TO lurk in hiding 50
long as be might live. Yet not to
reassure her now was cruelty.
'It is not that, Jessica,' he said
gravely; "yet you must not fear for
me-for my life. Try to believe me
when l say that some time you will
understand and know that L did only
what I must
"Will that be soon'' Gle asked.
81 think 1T may be s5on,' he an
swered.
Her face lighted. Tho puzzle and
dread lifted. ''Oh, then" she said
"oh, then, shall not be afraid. l can
not share your thoughts, nor your Sc
cret. and I must rebel at that. You
mustn t blame mel wouldn't be a
woman if I did not-but | love you
more than all the wo;Il, and I shall
believe that you know best. Hugh, -
she added softly, 'do you know that
You haven I kissed me -
Before her upturned. pleading eyes
and trembling lips, the iron of his pur-
pose bent to the man in him, and he
took her into his arms.