The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1911-05-04

Even IN these last hours ~ fa.rurS
| and defeat the Hre OF adventure
famed up In Nathaniel's blood. Tic
felt his nerves leaping again TO action.
ais arms grew tense with new nmbi
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 we're
gathered che men whose bloodthirsty
deeds had written for them one OF the
reddest pages In history--mcn who
had burned their souls out In the dc
structIon OF human lives, whose pas
sions and loves and hatreds carried
with them life and DEATH men who
had bathed themselves In blood aud
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, Nell" he added
Easy enough--if you keep quiet.
Here!" He doubled himself agalns,
the wall. Climb up ON my shout
ders."
No sooner had Nathaniers face
come to a level with .ae hole than q
soft cry OF astonishment escaped aim.
Neil whispered hoarsely bat 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 level with the
ground outside. At the farther end
OF the room, In full view, was D plat
form raised several feet from the
main floor. On this platform wers
seated ten men. immovable rs statues
every face gazing straight ahead. III
rectly In front of them. on the lower
floor. stood the Mormon king. and NJ
his side, partly held In the embrace
Of one OF his arms was Winnsome.
Strangs voice came to him In
low, solemn monotone, its rumblins
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. 1t 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 tina
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?
Neil hesitated.
NO. Your boots gouge my shouk
der. Take them on"
The scene had changed whea Ma,
thaniel took his position again. The
Jury had left its platform and was
filing through a small door. VIM
some and the king were alone.
The girl had turned from him She |
was deathly pale and yet she was
wondrcusly beautiful. so beautiful that |
breath came in quick |
Tread as the king approached her. He !
could see the triumph in his eyes. a
terrible eagerness In his face. He
seized Winnsomes hand and spoke !
% her In a soft. low voice, SO low that |
{ came to Nathaniel only In q muir
nur. Then. In a moment. he began |
'troking the shimmering glory of hes
hair. caressing the silkon curls be |
.ween his fingers until the blood |
seemed as II II must burst like hot |
Iweat from Nathaniel's face. Sudden
y Winnsome drew beck from him. the
)allor gone from her face, her eyes |
,lazing like angry stars. She had re-
reated but n step when the prophet |
iprang to her and caught her In bis
rms. straining her to him until the
cream on her lips was choked 10 .
,asping cry. In answer to that cry q
'ell Of rage hurled itself from Nathan.
els throat
stop. you heilhound!" he cried
Stop"