Turner County herald. (Hurley, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1911-03-02

Even IN .hese las. npurs or failure
and defeat the fire OF adventure
famed up in Nathanieis blood He
felt his nerves leaping again 20 action,
his arms grew tense WITH new ambi
tion-almost he forgot inat death had
him cornered and .as already pre-
pairing to strike nim 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 shoul-
ders."
No sooner had Nathaniel's face
come to a level with the hole than a
soft cry of astonshment escaped him.
Neil whispered hoarsely but he did
not reply. He was looking into room
twice as large as the dungeon cell
and lighted by narrow windows whose
lower panes were on level with the
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. Di-
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 Winnsome!
Strang's voice came to him in
low solemn monotone, it's 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
tiercely into the rotting logs and an
imprecation burned in his breath. He
did not need to hear what the king
was saying. 1t was pantomime in
which every gesture was understand
able. But even Neil, huddled against
the wall, heard the last words of the
prophet as they thundered 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 10 see
her?"
Neil hesitated.
No. Your boots gouge my shoul-
der Take them off
The scene had changed when Ma
thaniel took his position again The
jury had left it's platform and was
Sling through a 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
Nathaniel's breath came in quick
dread as the king approached her He
could see the triumph in his eyes,
terrible eagerness in his face He
seized Winnsome's hand and spoke
to her in a soft. low voice, so low that
it came to Nathaniel only in mur
muir. Then. in a moment he began
strokfng the shimmering glory of her
hair. caressing the silken curls be
tween his fingers until the blood
seemed as If 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 cnoked to a
gasping cry. In answer to, that cry
yell OF rage hurled itself from Nathan
iels throat
Stop. you hell-hound," he cried
threareaingly. Stop"
(rO BE CONTINUED)