The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1920-10-12

Dawns." He fumbled the picture up
of his breast, held 1t before his face
II moment, laid 1t back. "Godr he
groaned. THE ruin he wrought For
years | searched for ner"-he spoke
the name In reverence, "and you, my
SON."
His hand found its way back into
the Pearlhunter's; his eyes strained
hard toward the face bending over
him.
They seemed hungry to know many
thlngs-the twenty years of wander
ing; the death of the woman Of the
picture; how the young man came to
be just there; of his wounded arm.
But with the steady courage of sol.
der who knew the end was near. he
put them by, and dropped his eyes TO
the girls hair
Your grandfather Dotty, old God.
frey Dawn, cast your mother Off when
she married Martin Redmond. Alone,
and dying in poverty and want, she
sent for me at last" The girl was
crying softly. He stopped. put his
arm about her and drew her close. II
had the privilege-and honor--of max.
ing her last hours less terrible. She
died without-seelng you. You were
three years old when | gave up the
search, left everything In the hands
of my good friend, Judge Eskrldge,
and came up here to lose myself in
these vast woods along the Wabash,
present from General Jackson.r
His eyes closed YEARLY. He lay
so still, and the pallor on his face was
so CHASTITY that the Pearlhunter bent
anxiousy over him. But the heavy
lids presently Enclosed; the voice,
queer and hoarse from long disuse,
and noticeably growing weaker, fal.
tered on.
"Seven years. 1t seems only this
morning he shot me And yet, It
couldn't be, or Dotty wouldn't be the
wonderful woman she has become, nor
you. my son, the man you are-the man
I was when led Jackson's rangers.
Hesper Dawn Red" the Quavering
voice hesltated, ''No, no, let that
name perish with Ills who disgraced
i. The Judge knows. Hesper Dawn !;
David Wulf Warbritton. Both OF he
high blood OF the Dawns; your moth.
ers both named Hesper Dawn, distant
cousins, both the same name, and both
of the same high blood. Neither need
you be ashamed, my son, of your name
OF WarbrittOn. II has been more or
less on the tongues OF men since the
brave days of Saxon Harold. Share
your estate with Dotty. 1t is In the
will that you do so, and there's ample
for you both. The Judge will know"
The Pearlhunter was on the point
of mentioning the letter-the death
of the girls grandfather, his relenting
his will. But the faltering voice left
him no opening.
MY son, you are man grown, but
you will not deny your father the
heart hunger of twenty bitter years."
His voice was fast falling; his eyes
strained hard to find the Pearlhunters
face, though he Vas bending low over
him. The young man read the mean
Inv the twenty years Of longing. n
tho straining eyes. He knelt down and
laid his face against the old mans
cheek. An arm stole about his neck
and held him close.
a long time the old man lay stIll,
his right arm around the girl kneeling
at one side Of the couch, his left arm
around the man Mt the other. So still
80 motionless he lay that the deep
silence became burdened with heavy
fear. The sheriff at the foot Of the
couch bent forward. The Pearlhunter
turned his face, looked and bowed his
head. The girl raised her eyes, gazed
lntently at the placid features, threw
herself across the motionless body
and wept aloud.
The graceful musician, the intrepid