Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1920-06-25
CHAPTER xxvn.-{oonttnued.)

They seemed hungry to know many
things-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 a sol.
der who knew the end was near. he
put them by, and dropped his eyes tc
the girls hair.
Your grandfather, Dotty; old Cod
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
making her last hours less terrible.
She died without-seeing you. You
were three years old when 1 gave up
the search. left everything in the
hands of my good frind, Judge Esk-
ridge, and came up here to lose my
self in these a woods along the
Wabash, a present from General
Jackson"
His eyes closed YEARLY. He lay SO
still, and the pallor on his face was
so CHASTITY hat the Pearlhunter bent
anxiously over him. But the heavy
lids presently unclosed; the voice,
queer and hoarse from long disuse,
and noticeably growing weaker, fall
tered on.
Seven years! 1t seems, only thi.
morning he shot me! And yet, it
couldn't be, OF Dotty wouldn't be the
wonderful woman she has become
the man I was when I led Jackson's
rangers. Hesper Dawn Red" the
~quavering voice h%esitated.. mo, no
let that name perish with him who
disgraced it. The Judge knows. Hes.
per Dawn; David Wulf Warbritton
Both of the high blood of the Dawns
your mothers both named Hesper
Dawn, distant cousins. but both the
same name, and both Of the same
ashamed, my sol of your name OF
Warbritton. 1t has been more or less
On the tongues of men since the brave
days Of Saxon Harold. Share your es-
tate with Dotty. 1t is in the will tina;
you do 80, and there's ample for you
both. The Judge will know"
The Pearlhunter was on the point
Of mentioning the 1etter-the death
of the girls grandfather, his retent-
ing. his will. But the ~faltering voice
left him no opening.
my son, you are a man grown. but
you will not deny a father the hear
hunger Of twenty bitter years"
His voice was fast failing; his eyet
strained hard to And the Pearlhunt.
er's face. though he was bending low
over him. The young man read the
meaning, the twenty years Of longing
lin the 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 kneel.
ing at one side of the couch, his fac
against, the old mans cheek. An arm
stole about his neck and held him
close.
A long tins the old man lay still
his right arm around the girl kneel'
Ing at side Of the couch, his left
arm around the MAJ at the other. Sc
still, 80 m%otionless he lay that thu
deep silence became burdened with
heavy fear. The Sheriff at the foot Of
the couch bent forward. The Pearl
hunter turned hts face. looked and
bowed his head. The girl raised hel
eyes, gased intently at the placid fea'
lures threw herself across the motion,
less body and wept aloud.
The graceful musician. the intrepid
soldier-was dead.