The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1914-07-10

a sword Owe your head"
1T is very difficult for me to realize
all that has happened"
You are free to depart. You are
free in every sense of the word. Your
future rests with yourself, my dear"
1T hurts me more than | can tell
to feel that you have been hating me
all these months"
ut hurts me-now."
Hetty walked to the window and
looked out.
What are your plans?" Sara in
CURED, after an interval.
Il shall seek employment-and wal,
for you to act"
~? You mean"
Il shall not run away, Sara. Nor do
l intend to reveal myself to the au.
thorities. am not morally guilty OF
crime. A year ago l feared the con-
sequences Of my deed, but l have
learned much since, then. l was a
stranger in a new world. In England
we have been led to believe that you
lynch women here as readily az you
lynch men. | now know better than
that. From you alone l learned my
greatest lesson. You revealed to me
the r meaning of human kindness.
You shielded me who should not
Even now I believe that your frst
impulse was a tender one. | shah
not forget it, Sara. You will live to
regret the baser thought that came
later on. | have loved you-yes. al
most as a good dog loves his master.
1t Is not for me to tell the story Of
that night and all these months tc
the world. | would not be betrayina
myself, but you. You would be called
upon to explain, not I. And you would
be the one to suffer. When you met
me on the road hat night / was on
my way back to the inn to give my,
self into custody. You have made Il
impossible for me to do so now. Nv
lips are sealed. 1t rests with you.
Sara"
Sara Joined her in the broad win.
dow. There was a strangely exalted
look in her face. A gilded birdcage
hung suspended in the easement. With.
out a word, she threw open the win.
dow screen. The gay little canary In
the gilded cage cooked his head and
watched her with alert eyes. Then
she reached up and gently removed
h cage from its fastenings. Putting
1t down upon the window sill, she
opened the tiny door. The bird hoped
about his prison In a state of great
excitement.
Hetty looked on. fascinated.
At last a yellow streak shot out
through the open door and an instant
later resolved itself into the bobbing,
iuttering dicky-bird that had lived
in a cage all its life without an hour
Of freedom. For a few seconds IL
circled over the tree tops and then
alighted on one Of the branches. One
might we'll have imagined that hs
could hear its tiny heart beating with
terror. Its wings were half-raised and
1uttering. its head jerking from side
to side in wild perturbation. Takins
courage. Master Dicky hoped timo-
rously to a nearby twig. and her ven.
tured a flight to a tree top nearer the
window easement. Perched in its top
most branches he cheeped shrilly, as
If there was fear in his little breast.
In silence the two women In the
window watched the agitated move
ments of the bird. The same thought
was in the mind Of each. the same
question, the same intense wish.
A brown thrush sped through the
air, close by the timid canary Like
a flash 1t dropped to the twigs lower
down, its wings palpitating In violent
alarm.
".Dicky!" called Sara Wrandall. and
h cheeped between her teeth.
A moment later Dicky was fluttering
about the caves; his circles grew
smaller, his winging less rhythmical.
till at last with a nervous little flutter
he perched on the top OF the window
shutter, 80 near that they might havs
reached to him with their hands. Hs
sat there with his head cooked to one
side.
"Dicky!" called Sara again. This
time she held out her finger. For some
time he regarded 1t with indifference,
not to say disfavor. Then he took one
more flight, but much shorter than tho
first, bringing up again at the shutter
TOP. A second later he hoped down
n his little talons gripped Sara's
nnger with an earnestness that left
no room for doubt
She lowered her hand until II waa
ever with the open door of the gildsd
cage. He shot inside with a whir that
suggested a scramble. With his wings
folded. he sat on his little trapese
n cheeped. She closed and fastened
the door. and then turned to Hetty.
my symbol" she said softly.
There were tears In Hetty's ewes.