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

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day. You dom know how we suffered,
Harry, or you d have some mercy on
me nOwl | can never get away from
it! That's why I was drunk today.
Night and day | see him-Moreau, as
/ saw him lying here that night on the
hillside. He haunts me! You don't know
what it means to be always afraid, to
wake up in the night with the feel Of
handouts on your wrists, to know that
such n thing is behind you. following
you, following you, never letting you
rest, never forgettingl" A choking sob
burst from his lips "Let me go,
Harry he pleaded; Hfor my fathers
sakel"
"Your father is dead" said Harry
"Then for old-time's sake! He
tried to clasp Harry's knees. "They
may be here at any minute! / must
have been seen as | crossed the noun.
tainl I thought it would never come
out, or I wouldn't have comeI III go
far enough away, III 20 to- South
America and you will never see ne
alive again, neither you nor Jessica!
she 8 here. don't care how or why,
You dom need to give me up TO get
herl III give her to you! For God 8
sake, Harry, listenl Jessica woudn Z
want to SEQ me hungl For her sake! -
Harry caught his breath sharply. The
thrust had gone. deep; it had sheared
through the speciQus arguments he had
been weaviDN The commandment that
an hour befo}e had etched itself in let
ters of fire ulpn his eyelids hung again
before him, lie had coveted his neigh
boris wife. This man, felon as he was
-pitifu hound to whom the news Of
his fathers death brought no flicker Of
sorrow or remorso, who now ohered 20
barter Jessica for his own safety yl-he
himself, however unwittingly, had ir.
reparably wronged, Between them stood
the accusing wrath Of one immortal
hour, when the heart Of love had beat
against his own If he delivered Hugh
to the hangman, would it be for JUS
tice's sake?
The scales fell from his eyes, For
him. loving Jessica, it could be only a
bastard act. Yet If he aided the real
Hugh to escape, he, the suppositious
Hugh who had played his role, must
continue it. He must second the vii
lainy, and in so doing play the cheaply
tragic part. He must pose as an ac-
cused murderer before the town whose
good opinion he had longed to gain
before Jessica!-uDtil Hugh had had
time to win safe awayl He might do
even more. The real Hugh would stand
small chance; even were the evidence.
not hawless, the old record would con-
demu him But he himself had light
ened that record, He had gained liking
and sympathy; there. might be chance
for him of acQuittal,
If this might only bel The truth then
need never be known and Hugh Stires,
to all belief having been put once in
jeopardy, need fear no more. Life
would be before him again, to pay the
days of righteous living he had played
for in the chapel game, to reverse the
record of his selfish and remorseless
career. If the trial went against him
Hugh would have had his chance,
Sanderson, would not have betrayed
him. A hundred people. if he chose
to summon them, would establish his
own identity. It would be cheating
justice, making mock of law, but
he was in a position where human
statute must yield to a higher rule of
action. The law might punish, but he
would have been true to his own soul.
Jessica would understand. The truth
held pain and shame for her, but he
would have cancelled his debt to Hugh!
II was the Harry Sanderson of st.
James parish, of the scrupulous con-
scieuce-whose college career as Satan
Sandorson had come to be fiery sore
in his breast-who now spoke:
money!"
Hardly ten dollars, y be answered.
Harry considered hastily, He was
almost penniless; nearly all his share
Of the strike had gone to repay the
forged draft. "I have no ready cash, '"
be said, "but the night we played in
the chapel, left thousand dollars in
my study safe. ] have not been there
since He took pencil and paper from
his pocket and wrote down some figures
hastily. "Here is the combination.
You must try and get that money!
"Wait," he added, as Hugh s hand
was on the latch. He must risk moth
ing; he could make assurance doubly
sure. GA half mile from the foot of
the mountain, where the road comes in
from Funeral Hollow. wait for me.
Will bring a horse there for you
Hugh crushed the paper into his
pocket and opened the door. "I'n
watt he said, He darted out, slipped
around the corner OF the cabin, and
stealthily disappeared.
Harry sat down upon the doorstep.
The strain had been great; in the re-
before his eyes; The die was cast.
self spoke, he would not even be hunt |
ed He, Harry Sauderson, was the |
left to play his part.
How long he sat there he did not |
know. He sprang up at a muffled
sound. He had stiu work to do be.
fore they came-for Hugh! He saw
in an instant, however, that it was Jes- |
sica, leading her horse by the br1Q!e.
81 could not watt she hreathol. |
a. You did not come, and | was afraidlD
Mounting, he leaned from the saddle