Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1921-11-12

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90 TO prison, and be kept there for
years, and his father go to his grave
with shame, with estates ruined and
home lost-and you were the guilty
oLe-yOu! all the time"
1T was part of my madness. 1 was
a coward and l thought then there
were reasons why / should feel no pity
for Dyck Calhoun. His father injured
mine-oh, badly But l was a coward,
and I've paid the price,"
A kinder feeling now took hold of
Sheila. After all, what the woman
had done gave happiness into her
Sheila's-hands. 1t relieved Dyck Cal
noun of shame and disgrace. A Jail
bird he was still, but an innocent Jail
bird. He had NOT killed Erris Boyne.
Besides it wiped out forever the bar
ner between them. All her blind de-
V0tlon to the man was now justified.
His name and fame were clear. Her
repugnance of the Woman was as moth
/ ing beside her splendid feeling of re-
lief. 1t was as though the gates of
/ hell had been closed and the curtains
i OF heaven drawn for the eyes 10 see.
i SIX years of horrible shame wiped
out and a new world was before her
/ eyes.
This woman who had killed ErriS
Boyne must now suffer. She must
bear the iguominy which had been
heaped upon Dyck Calhouus head. Yet
all at once there came to her mind a
/ softenng feeling. Erris Boyne had
/ been rightly killed by woman he
/ mad wronged. for he was a traitor as
/ well as an adulterer-one who could
/ use no woman well, who broke faith
with all civilized tradition and re-
verified to the savage. Surely the wom-
ans crime was not a dark one; it was
injured innocence shifting depravity,
/ tyranny and lust.
/ Suddenly, as she looked at the wom-
an who had done this thing, she. whose
1 hand had rid the world of a traitor
and beast, fen back on the pillow
| in faint. With an exclamation Sheia
lifted up the mead. If tile woman was
| dead, then there was no hope for Dycll
/ Calhoun; any story that she-Sheila
/ might tell would be of no use. Yet
/ she was no longer agitated in her body.
/ Hands and fingers were steady, and
/ she felt for the heart with firm fin
! gers. Yes, the heart was still beat
ing, and the pulse was slightly drum
ming. Thank God, the woman was
alive! She rang a bell and lifted up
the head Of the sick woman.
A moment later the servant was
In the room Sheia gave her orders
! quickly, and snatched up pencil from
the table. Then, on piece of paper,
she wrote the words: 81, not Dyck
Calhoun, killed Erris Boyne."
A few moment later Noreen's eyes
opened, and Sheila spoke to her. Il
/ have written these words. Here they
are-see them. Sign them"
She read the words. and put a pen
eli in the trembling fingers, and, on
the cover of a book Noreen's fingers
/ traced her name slowly but clearly.
Then Sheila thrust the paper in her
1 bosom, and an instant later Il nurse,
sent by the resident doctor, entered.
They cannot nang me or Danish me,
for my end has come" whispered No
reen before SheiIa left.
In tie street Of Spanish Town al-
most the first person Sheila saw was
Dyck Calhoun. With pale. radiant
look she went TO him. He gazed at
her strangely. for there was that in
/ her face he could not understand.
Come with me. she said, and she
moved toward Kings house. He
obeyed For some moments they
walked in silence, then all at once
under a magnolia tree she stopped
Il want you to read what a woman
wrote who has just arrived in the is
land from England, She Is i'll at the
house Of the general commanding"
Taking from her breast the slip Of
paper, she handed it to hi. He read
1t with eyes and senses that at first
could hardly understand.
God in heaveu-oh, mercifuI God !"
he said IN great emotion, yet with
strange physical quiet.
This woman was his wife" Sheila
said.
He handed the paper back. He con
quered his agitation. The years Of suf-
fering rolled away. They'll put her
in Jail" he said with a strange re-
greet He had great heart.
mo, I think not" was the reply
Yet she was touched by his compass
sion and thoughtfulness.
"Why?"
Because she is going to die-and
there is no time TO lose Come. we
win 90 to Lord Mallow."
"Manow Z" A look of bitter tri-
umph came into Dyck's face. "MalIow
at last" he said.
CHAPTER XXI.