Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1910-11-11
LEN LAMBERT'S DAUGHTER
BY HORACE M. DuBOSE.


sessions of the school, and later hat
secured a meagerly endowed scholar
ship on which, with heroic purpose
she had finished the modest curricu.
lum. She was now entering upon the
work of teacher in the primary grade
of the school and had the prospects
not only of self help To larger attain
ments, but also Of slender income
above her needs. That income was
to be devoted to one end and one only
that of procuring freedom fol
Prince Bardwell Already she had
consulted a lawyer, and had herself
tackled desperately a volume OF the
Federal code, borrowed from the mar
shall of the district. that she might not
be wholly ignorant of the means OF
help. Also she had taken to reading
the secular papers, and shared even
now the consciousness and emotions
if not the jurodicial wisdom. of all the
Portias that ever dared for love.
Autumn was still reigning in the
mountains and had not yet let fall the
last fold of it's curtain of gold and
crimson when Tenny Lambert received
through the post a packet crudely but
legibly addressed. The message with
in ran thus:
"Tenny, l have remembered you ev-
ery minute since l left you at the cabin
door. 1t seems forever since then, but
l have loved you always, Tenny, and
will love you forever. Prince
The SHOWS of winter were enswath-
ing the world, and the throIgs in the
National Capital were passing with
muffled steps up and down the wide
avenues, when a young woman of
large but pleasing and intellectual
features, hair of honey red, neatly but
plainly attired and muffied in an am
pie fur bound circular, was received at
the door of the White House and ush-
cred into the presence of the chief
executive. After a conversation oc-
cupying thirty minutes, during which
several documents were submitted and
explained, the visitor was courteously
dismissed and disappeared amongst
the throngs of the avenue.
That is the most remarkable wo-
man have ever met" said the presi-
dent to his private secretary" as he
turned to take up the routine of the
day. Il verify believe that rustic girl
could have turned down half the law
yers in the department of justice
Love is a woman's life, and love has
made that woman lawyer"
And so it was, when Tenny Lam
bert left the presence of the chief
magistrate of the nation, she carried
with her an order for the immediate
and complete revocation of the SEN
tence of Prince Bardwell and more
over a recommendation to the depart
ment of Justice for indemnity for false
Imprisonment, and reimbursement for
service. The captivity of the defense
less had been turned into triumph. But
the wheel of the lapidary grinds un-
til the stone is utterly polished. Ten
ny Lambert hastened toward the city
of " where was located the prison
to which the Federal cOnvicts were
farmed: but destiny had yet one call
more upon her and her lover.
The starless gloom of a January
night was settling down over the con-
vict camp at Beardsley's Dump on
The Coal and Hardwood Spur" The
fires about the door of the long pun
cheon covered stockade made weird
and ghostly shadows against the
swaying branches of oak and chestnut,
steel barreled weapons of the prison
guards. Supper was being served by
torch lamps within the StOckade, and
there was heard an almost merry rat
tie of iron cutlery and tin plates. AT
this juncture the hoarse whistle of the
dummy engine on the Spur" announc-
ed the arrival of the train of two
'boXes" which had gone down to the
junction on the main line to bring up a
fresh installment of conVictS. The de-
mand for the coal and hardwood out
put had grown so steadily that it be-
came necessary to constantly recruit
the producing force, and this relay
of forty able bodied men from the CEN
tral prison was in the regular course
They were brought in, heavily ironed
as a precaution against escape on the
journey, and until they could be deliv-
cred to the authorities at the stockade
When the file was marched off the
ramshackle freight boxes, one of the
first to fling himself down at the camp
fire was a young man of fine feat
ures, but whose lungs ratified with a
deep pneumonia cold. He almost thrust
his manacled feet into the heaps OF
glowing Goals so bitterly pinched and
stiff were they from the cold. He was
very i'll; anybody could see that.
Are you Bardwell?" asked a ''trus-
ty" cook who stopped beside him tC
offer a bowl of broth and a slice OF
bread.
Il am" returned the man in a Ian
guild voice: but | can eat nothing
and l shall never eat again. Yester-
day was full of hope. but l shall die
in this hole. o Gud!-and | am m-
| nOcent."
The "trusty" reported the new COM
| er as i'll, and he was bundled into 4
dark cold cell in the stOCkade anC
placed upon a hard and comfortles:
bed. The next day two things stirred
the camp to an unwOnted degree. The
| stockade nurse and apotheCary. him.
self a convict, reported Bardwell tt
he delirious with chest fever and II
the most urgent need of skilled atten'
| ton. But he must either improve Suf'
| ffciently to he sent To the hospital a
| the junction, or else die under wha
attention the nurse could give. Within
an hour after this decision Of the ward
en-, the telegraph key in the stOckad'
station licked off this Circumstantia
message to the warden:
Return Prince Bardwell, unman'
aclcd. and under escort. 10 Cnntral pris
on for discharge under presidential
| revocation of sentence. Show prison