News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1909-01-13

| me this? Do you owe me nothing me
whom you so wronged. whose
She stopped suddenly at the look on
| his face Of mortal pain. for she had
struck harder than she knew 1t pierre
ed through the fierce resentment to her
deepest heart, and all her love and pity
gushed back upon her in torrent.
She threw herself on her knees by the
bare cot, crying passionately:
"Oh. forgive me! Forget what said!
did not mean it. have forgiven you
thousand times over. | never ceased
to love you. | love you now more than
all the world"
ut is true" he said, hoarse misery in
his tone 81 have wronged you, If l
could coin my blood drop by drop to
pay for the past | could not set that
right. If giving my life over and over
again would save you pain | would
give it gladly. But what you ask now
is one thing | cannot do. 1t would
make me pitiful coward. did not
kill Moreau. That is all can say to
you or to those who try me-
"Your life!' she said with dry lips.
"It will mean that. That counts so
fearfully much to me. more than my
own life hundred times, Yet there is
something that counts more than all
that to you"
EIiA face was that of man who
holds his hand in the fire "Jessica."
he said, cit is like this with me When
you found me here-the day saw you
on the balconyI was man whose
soul had lost it's compass and its bear
ings, My conscience was asleep. You
woke it, and it is fercely alive now.
And low with my memory has come
back q debt of my past that | never
paid. Whatever the outcome, for my
SOULS sake | must settle It now and
wine Il from The score forever"
She sose slowly to her feet, with a
desparing gesture.
"'He saved Others" she quoted In
a hard voice; "'himself he could not !
save!' l once heard a minister preach |
from that text at home. 1t was your !
friend, the Rev. Henry Sanderson. l |
thought it a very spiritual sermon
then. That was before l knew what
his companionship had been to you"
"If there were any justice in the uni
verse" she added. lit should be he
himself now, not YOU. But
for him you would never be here. He
ruined your life and mine, and / hate
and despise him for a selfish hypo-
critic"
That was what he himself had
seemed to her in those old days. The
edge of a flush touched his forehead
IS he said slowly, almost appealingly:
He was not a hypocrite, Jessica.
" hatever he was it was not that. At
.ollege he did what he did too openly.
That was his failing. not caring what
pthers thought. He despised weakness
n others. He thought it none of his
affair. So others were influenced. But
lfter he came to see things differently
rom another STANDARDIZATION he
vent into the ministry-he would have
given the world to undo it,
MEMS likings are strange" she said.
because he never had temptations
ike yours and has never done what
he law calls wrong you think he is as
noble as you-noble enough to shield
murderer to his own danger"
"Ah, no. Jessca!" he interposed gen
ly. 81 only said that in my place he
would do the same"
But you are shielding a murderer"
he insisted fiercey. You will not adj
nit it. but | know. There can be no
Justice or right in that. If Harry San
erson is all you think him, if he
TODD here now and knew the whole.
e would say it was wicked-not brave
nd noble, but wicked and cruel"
He shook his head, and the sad
hadow of u bitter smile touched his
ps. HE would not say So" he said.