Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1910-06-21


| curtains, the cushions in the window
| seat-and the huge vase of lilacs on
the mantle.
Il am messenger of the king" he
said advancing and closing the door
behind him. Il want to speak with
Marion"
"Strang-the king!" cried the old
man, clutching the knob Of his cane
with both hands. "she has gone!"
"Gone! exclaimed Nathaniel For
an instant his heart bounded with de-
light. Marion was on her way to the
tryst! He sprang back to the door.
When? When did she go?"
The woman had come forward. her
| hands trembling. her lips quivering.
Something in the terror Of her face
sent the hot blood from Nathaniels
cheeks.
"They sent for her an hour ago."
she said. 1.-The king sent Obadiah
Price for her! o, my Cod" she
shrieked suddenly. clutching at her
breast Tell me-what are they doing
with Marion"
"Shut up" snarled the old man.
That's is Strang's business. She has
gone to Strang" With an effort he
Strengthened himself until his tower
ing form rose half head above Ma
thaniel "She has gone to the king.
he repeated. Tell Strang that she
will wive him tonight, as she has
promised"
In spite Of his effort to control him
self a terrible cry burst from Ma
thaniel's lips. He flung open the door
and stood for an instant with his
white face turned back.
"She went to the castelar, hour
ago?" he cried.
"Yes, to the castle-with Obadiah
Price"
The last words followed him as he
sped out into the night. AS swiftly
as wolf he raced across the clearing
to the trailt that led down to st. James.
Something seemed to have burst In
his brain; something that was not
blood, but fire, seemed to burn in his
veins-a mad desire to reach Strang.
to grip him by the throat. to mete out
to him the vengeance Of q f1end in
stead Of that of man. He was too
late to save Marion! His brain reeled
with the thought Too late-too late
too late. He painted the words. They
came with every gasp for breath Too
late! Too late! His heart pumped
like an engine as he strained to keep
up his speed. He passed man and
boy hurrying with their rifles to
Sc. James and made no answer to
their shout; galloping horse forged
ahead of him and he tried to keep up
with It; and then, ct the top Of the
long hill that sloped down to the
stronghold Of the Mormon kingdom
something seemed to sweep his legs
from under him, and he fell painting
on the ground. For few moments
he lay there looking down upon the
city. Che great bell at the temple
was now silent. He saw huge, fires
burning for mile along the coast,
hundreds Of lights were twinklins In
the harbor. there came up to him
softly; subdued by distance, the sound
Of commotion and excitement far be-
low.
His eyes rested on the beacon above
the prophets home. burning like bah
Of fire over the black canopy OF tree
tops. Marion was there! He rose to
his feet again and went on, reason and
judgment returning to him-telling
him that he was about 10 play against
odds: that his work was to be one
OF strength and generalshiD and not
Of madness. AS he picked his way
more slowly and cautiously down the
slope q new hope flashed upon him.
Was u nnssihle that the AiscnvnYv of
the appfoach Of the msinlsnders had
served to save Marion? In the ex.
cs:::e.sss. that tesl9vsd the cslupE Of