The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1908-03-11

tell the whole story. They have not Il scrap
of evidence with which to prove that he was the
assassin. He says he was not the assassin, and
we must believe him. How we prove it? |
fear nothing will do but absolute proof-since an
alib can not be established-that will stem the
tide of popular opinion. Why did he seek Steale's
life?-as proven by the sending OF the challenge?
He must unbosom himself. We must insist upon
the whole story
Having myself lived in the Cumberland Gap
neghborhood, where Darrall's wife born and
reared to young maidenhood, l am not wholly
unfamiliar. as you are, with some details OF her
early life, which account to me satisfactorily for
the challenger
you knew herr?
Yes; pretty child; few years older. They.
her parents, We're fine people; of the higher type
of emigrants the country then being
opened The mother of a Huguenot family,
and the father Englishman, fond OF his horse
and his hounds, and of his books. Their marriage
was something OF romance and remember
hearing the little NIarguerite-siting at her moth
ers knee in the lirelight-ask for the old story
of their wooing and wedding; and when it was
told she would ask of her mother: What would
you have done if they had consented and left
you behind them?
ut would have broken my heart, the
swer.
What would you have done?" she would ask,
turning to her father
q would have followed them and stolen her
from Them, the answer il such hearty
English tones as left no doubt that he meant it,
inns picture Was so deeply impressed upon my
mind that | never forgot it.
Later | remember her sharing with her
father his outdoor sports; fishing and hunting,
riding with him through the trackless forests in
search of game. followed after and like big
country boy loved the ground she rode over She
was about fifteen then
las the country became more thicly settled in
the Interior my people moved further down into
the valley, and lost sight of them remembe'
hearing of the tragic death of her father, and OF
two young men in the neighborhool, strangers
paying court to the country girls.
''We-history repeats itself. Not long after
the fathers DEATH came news that the younger
of the two strangers, Claude Montrose. he called
himself, had stolen the widows daughter, as her
father had said he would have done if his suit
had been denied He took her away to Virginia
with him.
1.-TWO weeks later, the little country neighbor-
hood all agog with gossip Marguerite had
returned, welded wife Gas she believed) but
her happiness cut short Luckily-or
unlucly-it | who discovered the mans
treachery.
"At the store whose keeper was also the Gus.
todian of the mail | heard him ask for and saw
him receive and open letters directed i'll differ
ent name from the he bore | understood 1
suspected the baseness of his purpose, and taxed
him with Tiny blood fre-for | loved the
little Marguerite a big boy loves his first
sweetheart would have fought him, two against
one for his friend Benedict was with him. but
he euded me and left that part of the country.
I'm sparse settlement one does not keep in
close touch with ones neighbors, and when | next
heard of the widow and her daughter, they had
gone back to Virginia, with the intention of re
turning to Kentucky it thought, since under
the direction of Col. Carter the Manor House
was built. according to the plans drawn by her
father, who modelled it after his old English home
heard him speak of it often The mother died
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