The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1920-11-12

! ness when l thought you my bes
I friend. You're a coward and a scoun
! drel, and / despise you"
The color rushed back to Arthur:
! face. He dealt a lightning blow which
sent Adam staggering back, but the
delicate-handed gentleman was ne
! match for the workman'S great
strength. After a fierce struggle, Ar
thur fell motionless, while Adam, in
sudden revulsion of feeling, knelt over
him like an image of despair gazing
on death.
To his intense relief, Arthur grad
ually revived. Adam got him to his
feet, supported him to the little cabin,
and laid him on a couch. Then he
spoke out.
Il don't forget what's owing to you
as a gentleman, but in this thing we
are man to man. Either tell me she
can never be my wife-tell me you're
lying when you say you haven't
harmed her-Or else write her a let
ter, telling her the truth that you
won't see her again"
Arthur struggled, suffered, prom
Used, and Adam half comforted, left,
not knowing that there, i'm the waste
basket, hastily stuffed under the pa
pers, lay a wOman's silk kerchief.
When Hetty read Arthur'S letter,
she gave way to despair. Then, by
one of those cOnvulSive mOtiveleSS ac-
tons by which the wretched leap from
temporary sorrow to lifelong misery,
she determined to marry Adam. The
big carpenter was in the seventh
heaven, Hetty ftful and depressed.
For family reasons, the marriage
could not be FASTENED and as the
months passed, she determined at any
cost to seek out Arthur, whose regi-
ment was at Windsor. Telling her
uncle she was going to Snowfield to
see Dinah for a little change of scene
before her marriage, she started out,
ignorant of the country, panicstricken
and fOrlOrn, eager to shun every ia
miliar face, longing only to feel again
the protection of her lovers arms.
On Arthur, meanwhile, life seemed
again to smile. After reioining his
regiment, his sharpest regrets for
Hetty began TO lose their sting. Soon
he was transferred to Ireland, and
there learned that by his GRANDPA.
theirs death he was lord of the manor.
Home he came, fast as chaise and
post boy could drive. home + dear
old HayslOpe sleeping on the hill,
he was to live his life, mar
ried TO some lovely lady. respected and
by his tenants. A pile of
letters awaited him. He opened the
first, and with a violent CONFUSION
shaking his whole frame, read the
Hetty Sorrel is in prison for
he crime of child murder.
CIutching the letter, Arthur rushed =,
ipringing to the saddle of a waiting I
horse. set off at a gallOp. ID
That very evening q young wOman 7
at the door Of the village Jail. (
was about her a deep cOncen- {
rated calmneSs which induced the h
ailer to grant her request to visit t
he condemned cell. AS the heavy {
lOOr closed behind her, she heSitated q
'efGe the pallet bed. l
"Hetty, Dinah is come to YOU" :;
Slowly, very slowly. Hetty rose and q
clasped in Dinah's arms. q
You won't leave me. Dinah?" 4
mo. Hetty," whispered Dinah. "T1l y
tay with you to the last. But Hetty, q
here is SOmeOne else in this cell" :.
"Who?" whispered Hetty, fright h
ned. Ia
Someone who has been with you \
II your hours Of sin and trouble. 1t D
no difference, Hetty. whether
e live or die. We are in the presence 1
T God. Confess the sin you have COM "
against your Heavenly Father. n
ct US kneel together. He is here" NJ
There in the silence and darkness. -
who through her trial had sat ~
Ike a stone image, poured forth her
itiful story. 7,
1T was because l was so miserable.
inah. / didn't know where to 60. A
led to kill myself, and / couldn't. /
ent 10 Windsor to find him. He was
)ne, and / didn't know what 70 do.
daredn't go home again. Then the :"
10y was born. J.. / did do it,
inah. / buried it in the wOod-the "
tie baby. 1t cried. . i heard ~
all highland i went back. And of
en- 1 thought I would go home, and m,
Of a sudden / saw a hole under a
It tree, and it darted over me like or
I'd lay the baby there, and de
yer it with grass and chips. of
uldn't cover it quite up, Dinah. th'
ought sOmebOdy'd come and take no
re of it. Dinah, do you think God sol
II take away that cry and the place 81,
the wood, now that I've told every col
Stl
Let US pray, poor sinner breathed 49,
Let us pray to the God of fo,
Mercy"
and cOmfOrted, their