The Lamar register. [volume] (Lamar, Colo.) 1889-1952, 1911-03-01

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Locked" he exclaimed
In the opposite direction a ray of
light caught Nathaniel's eye.
Where does that light come from?"
he asked.
Through hole about as big as
your two hands. 1t was made for a
stove pipe. If we were up there we
could see into the Jury room"
They moved quietly down the cor
ridor until they stood under the aper-
ture, which was four or FIVE feet
above their heads. Through 1t they
could hear the sounds of voices but
could not distinguish the words that
were being spoken.
1.-The jury" explained Nell. They're
in a devil of hurry! wonder why?"
Nathaniel could feel his companion
shrug himself in the darkness.
"Lord-for my revolver!" he whis-
pered excitedly. "One shot through
that hole would be worth thousand
notes to the girls!" He caught Ma
rion's brother by the arm as n voice
louder than the others came to them.
"Strang!"
"Yes-the-king!" affirmed Neil
laying an expostulating hand on him.
"Hush!"
81 would like to sec"
Even In these last hours of failure
and defeat the fire of adventure
famed up In Nathaniels blood. He
| felt his nerves leaping again to action.
| his arms grew tense with new ambi-
| tion-almost he forgot that death had
him cornered and was already pre-
pairing to strike him down. Another
thought replaced all fear of this. A
| few feet beyond that log wall were
gathered the men whose bloodthirsty
deeds had written for them one OF the
reddest pages in history-men who
| had burned their souls out in the de-
struction OF human lives, whose pas
sions and loves and hatreds carried
with them life and death; men who
had bathed themselves in blood and
| lived In blood until the people of the
mainland called them the leeches."
The Mormon jury!" Nathaniel
| spoke the words scarcely above his
breath.
| I'D like to take look through that
hole. Neil." he added.
Easy enough-if you keep quiet.
Here!" He doubled himself against
the wall. Climb up on my shout
ders."
| No sooner had Nathaniers face
come to a level with the hole than a
soft cry of establishment escaped him.
Neil whispered hoarsely but he did
not reply He was looking into a room
twice as large as the dungeon cell
and lighted by narrow windows whose
lower panes were on a level with the
ground outside. At the farther end
of the room, In full view. was plat
form raised several feet from the
main floor. On this platform were
seated ten men. immovable as statues.
every face gazing straight ahead. d.
rectly In front of them. on the lower
floor. stood the Mormon king. and at
his side, partly held in the embrace
of one OF his arms was Winnsomel
Strang's voice came to him in a
low. solemn monotone. Its rumbling
depth drowning the words he was
speaking, and as Nathaniel saw him
lift his arm from about the girls
shoulders and place his great hand
upon her head he dug his own fingers
fiercely Into the rotting logs and an
imprecation burned In his breath. He
did not need to hear what the king
was saying. II was a pantomime In
which every gesture was understand
able. But even Neil. huddled against
the wall. heard the last words of the
prophet as they Numbered forth in
sudden passion.
"Winnsome Croche demands the
death of her fathers murderer"
Nathaniel felt his companions
shoulders sinking under his weight
and he leaped quickly to the floor.
''winnsome Is there!" he painted
desperately. do you want to see
herr"
Nell hesitated.
NO. Your boots gouge my shout
der. Take them on"
The scene had changed when Ma
thaniel took his position again. The
jury had left its platform and was
| filing through small door. Winn-
some and the king were alone.
The girl had turned from him. She
was deathly pale and yet she was
wondrously beautiful. SO beautiful that
1
dread as the king approached her. He
could see the triumph in his eyes. a
terrible eagerness in his face. He
seized Winnsome's hand and spoke
to her in soft. low voice. SO low that
1t came to Nathaniel only in a muir
muir. Then, In a moment. he began
stroking the shimmering glory of her
hair. caresslng the silken curls be-
tween his fingers until the blood
seemed as II It must burst like hot
sweat from Nathaniel's face. Sudden
| ly Winnsome drew back from him. the
pallor gone from her face. her eyes
blazing like angry stars. She had re-
treated but step when the prophet
sprang to her and caught her in his
arms. straining her to him until the
scream on her lips was choked to q
gasping cry. In answer to that cry a
yell of rage hurled itself from Nathan
iels throat
stop. you hell-hound." he cried
threateningly. "Stopi"
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