The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1921-01-15

cot, as you VIC iopD
ness when 1 thought you my best
friend. You're coward ana scoun'
drel. and despise YOU"
Tba color rushed back to Arthurs
foce He dealt lightning blow which
cont Adam staggering back, but the
dalicate-handed gentleman was no
match for the workmans great
strength. After fierce struggle Ar
thur fell motionless. while Adam, in
sudden revulsion of feeling, knelt over
him ike. an image of despair gazing
on death.
ua,lv revived. Adam got him TO MS
feet. supported him to the little cabin.
and laid him on a couch. Then he
spoke out.
81 don't forget what's owing to you
os a gentleman, but in this thing we
are man to man. Either tell me she
can never be my wife-tell me you're
living when you say you haven't
harmed her-or else write her a let
ter. telling her the truth tnat you
won't see her again."
Arthur struggled, suffered, prom.
Used. and Adam half comforted' left,
not knowing that there, In the waste
basket. hastily stuffed under the pa
nore lav a woman's silk kerchief.
when Hetty read Arthur's letter,
che gave way to despair. Then, ~
ono of those convulsive motiveless &C
lions by which the wretched leap from
temporary sorrow to lifelong misery,
sho determined to marry Adam. The
hip carpenter was in the seventh
heaven, Hetty fitful 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 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 rejoining 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 to dear
! old Hayslope sleeping on the hill.
where he was to live his life, mar
ried to some lovely lady, respected and
appreciated by his tenants. A pile OF
letters awaited him. He opened the
first, and with a violent CONFUSION
shaking his whole frame, read the
| words: Hetty. Sorrel is in prison Tor
the crime Of child murder.
| Clutching the letter, Arthur rushed
! from the room like hunted man, and
springing to the saddle of waiting
horse, set of at gallOp.
That very evening a young woman
knocked at the door Of the village Jail.
There was about her deep concen-
] trated calmness which induced the
| taller to grant her request to visit
| the condemned cell. As the heavy
door closed behind her, she hesitated
1 before 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?"
mo. Hetty," whispered Dinah. It'll
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. II
makes no difference. Hetty, whether
we live or die. We are in the presence
Of God. Confess the sin you have com.
mitted against your Heavenly Father
Let US kneel together. He is here"
There in the silence and darkness;
Hetty, who through her trial had sal
like q stone image, poured forth hel
| pitiful story.
at was because I was so miserable
Dinah. didn't know where to go.
tried to kill myself, and I couldn't.
went to Windsor to find him. He was
gone, and didn't know what to do
daredn't go home again. Then thu
baby was born. did do 1t
Dinah. buried 1t in the xood-+he
little baby. It cried. I heard
it all night-and I went back. AND
then thought would go home. and
oil Of sudden saw q hole under g
nut tree, and it darted over me lik,
lightning I'd lay the baby there, and
cover it with grass and chips.
couldn't cover it quite sup, Dinah.
thought somebody'd come and take
care Of 1t. Dinah, do you think Goo
win take away that cry and the place
In the wood, now that I've told every
thing?"
Let us pray. poor sinner" breathed
Dinah. Let us pray to the God Of
All Mercy"
i Comforter and comforted, thei1
prayer was heard. Two days later
IN the very shadow of the scaffold
Arthur Donnithorne brought a hard
won reprieve.
Though spared from death, Hetty