New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1916-04-05
God he had long forgotten, to save

God he had long forgotten, to save
him. 81 #
How long she talked and urged ana
wept and pleaded Mrs. Page herseH
did not remember, but somehow she
had held them-stil threatening stu
ominous- far down the road she
saw a small speck that she knew was
an approaching sleigh with two figures
in 1t. '-+ &sS5# %
At sight Of It she had forgotten ev-
erything except an infinite relief, and
crying in her Joy had sped down stairs,
leaving Dan Page still huddled in the
windy cupola. .S.
If she hadnt-she shuddered and
caught her breadth in a smothered sob,
and for moment the courtroom hung
In haze before her and the voice Of
MACPHERSON speaking on the Witness
stand receded to vast Distance and
seemed to be again the murmurinG
voices Of that angry mob. But she
fought back the impending fatntnees
and the rising tears, and as one brac-
ing himself against the impact OF
some great weight she Strengthened
her slender shoulders to meet without
finching the story Of that mornings
tragedy.
"When Mr.: Langdon and I drove
oop," Macpherson was saying. the
men were still there, and Mr.. Langdon
stood COP in the sleigh and made q
speech to them urging them to go home
quietly. Miss Page is safe In the
hands Of good DOCTOR he said, and
you will only make a bad matter worse
If you attempt to carry out this plan
of whipping Dan Page out of town.
I'll see to it that he leaves the COM
munity, but If you drive him out this
way, It's going to mean disgrace to the
town and to Mary Page, too. Do you
suppose she could bear the thought OF
her fathers having been publicly whip
ped| Well shouted one of the men,
tbs not beat1n' her the way he has
done it Drivin' her and-the brutev
And the crowd began to murmur again.
Then Mr.. Langdon told them that the
drink was like ragin' beast inside
Mr.: Page, that he knew nought of what
he did; that he probably didn't remem-
Der anyth1ng-that he really loved his
wife and his girl And while he was
talkin' one of the men gave cry and
potntit oop, and there in the cupola
stood Dan Pagewtld Hike the daft,
clingtn' to the rail. and he cried GOT,
What he says is Gods truth. love
my wife and girl as much as you men
love yours It's wh1skey that hurt
them-not me. I've been q slave in
the grip OLA f1end all, my life. I've
tr1ed-my God, men, I've tried-to keep
away from it-but it gets me. The
sight Of 1.-THE smell Of 1.-THE taste
of its ever in my mind. drink be-
cause must, and drink more to drown
the memory Of it! I've lived in hell
for years, and no horsewhippipg could
punish meas does the knowledge OF
this nights work. Then suddenly he
burst out cryin'-sobbin' like q child.
while the men stood starin' oop at him.
Then he flung out his arm and said,
Philip care Of them-be careful
of Pollock-Pm going to take myself
out of the community-nowv And at
thot he leapit COP onto the rail and
jumped"
Macpherson broke of abruptly, and
his hand shook as he wiped the drops
of sweat off his forehead-and the shud-
der that gripped him swept through
the entire room at the thought of that
body hurting through the air down
upon the snow to stain it with that
swiftly flowing stream Of crimson.