The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1919-08-09


from temporary sorrow to lifelong
misery, she determined to marry
Adam. The big carpenter was in the
seventh Heaven, Hetty ftful and de.
pressed. For family reasons, the mar.
rage could not be fastened, and as
the months passed, she determined at
any cost to seek out Arthur, whose
regiment was at Windsor Telling her
uncle she was going to Snowfield to
see D1nah for little change of scene
oe1ore her marriage, she started out,
Ignorant of the country, panic.stricken
and forlorn, eager to shun every IA
mlllar face. longing only to feel again
the protection of her lovers arms.
On Arthur, meanwhile. life seemed
again to smile. After rejoining his
regiment, his sharpest regrets for
Hetty began to lose their sting. Soon
ne was transferred to Ireland, and
there learned that by his grandfath-
ers death he was lord Of the manor
home he came as fast as chaise and
post.boy could drive, home to dear old
Hayslope sleeping on hill, where he
was to live his life, married to some
lovely lady, respected and appreciated
by his tenants. A pile of letters
awaited him. He opened the first,
and with violent CONFUSION shaking
MS whole frame, read the words:
"Hetty Sorel is in prison for the crime
of child murder"
Clutching the letter, Arthur rushed
from the room like hunted man, and
sprlnglng to the saddle of a waiting
horse, set off at gallop.
That very evening a young woman
knocked at the door of the village
Jail. There as about her a deep con-
centrated calmness which induced the
jailer to grant her request to visit the
condemned cell. AS the heavy door
closed behind her, she hesitated be-
fore the pallet bed.
"Hetty, Dinah is come to YOU"
Slowly. very slowly. Hetty rose and
was clasped in Dinah's arms.
you won't leave me, Dinah?"
NO, Hetty," whispered Dinah. "Tll
stay with you to the last. But Hetty,
there is someone else In this CELL"
"Who?" whispered Hetty, fright.
ened
someone who has been with you
all your hours Of sin and trouble. 1t
makes no difference, Hetty, whether
we live or die. We are in the pres.
ence of God. Confess the sin you have
committed against your Heavenly
Father. Let US kneel together He is
here"
There in the silence and darkness,
Hetty, who through her trial had sat
like a stone image, poured forth her
pitiful story.
1T was because was so miserable.
Dinah. didn't know where to go. I
tried to kill myself. and couldn't. l
| went to Windsor to find him. He was
gone, and I didn't know what to do. I
! darednt go home again. Then the
baby was born. did do it, Dinah.
buried it in the wood-the little
baby. 1t cried. II heard it all
highland I went back. And then
! thought l would go home, and all of
sudden l saw hole under a nut.tree.
and 1t darted over me like lightning
ia lay the baby there, and cover it
with grass and chips. couldn't COW
er it quite up, Dinah. thought some.
body'd come and take care of It,.
Dinah. do you think God will take
| away that cry and the place in the
wood, now that I've told everything?"
Let us pray, poor sinner" breathed
Dinah. Let us pray to the God of
All Mercy"
| Comforter and Comforted. their
prayer was heard. Two days later. in
the very shadow of the scaffold, Ar
thur Donnithorne brought a hard-won
reprieve.
| Though spared from death, Hetty
| was sentenced to TRANSPORTATION.
! Dinah returned to her works of mercy
ut Snowf1eld. In remorse and shame,
Arthur Donnithorne went back to the
Army. while Adam Bede, squaring his
shoulders to the world, turned again
to his workbench.
For him all the Joy of life seemed
over. and never would he have
thought of seeking it again had not
his mother dropped into his heart one
day the name Of Dinah. Long and
soberly he thought, and then he went
| to find her.
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"Tess of the D'Urbervilles," by
Thomas Hardy, as condensed by Miss
Ruth Mccall will be printed Monday.
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