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

After a moment she said in agitation:
You killed him-you struck him
down! Yet you let an innocent man
90 to prison, and be kept there for
years, and his father 60 to his grave
with shame, with estates ruined and
home gost-and you were the guilty
oEe-you! all the time"
1T was part of my madness. was
a coward and l thought then there
were reasons why l should feel no pity
for Dyck Calhoun. His father injured
mine-oh, badly But 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
houn of shame and disgrace. A Jail
bird he was still, but an innocent Jail
bird. He had not killed Erris Boyne
BESIDES, 1t wiped out forever the bar
rler between them. All her blind de-
Votlon to the man was now justified.
his name and fame We're clear. Her
fepugnance of the Woman was as moth
ing beside her splendid feeling of re-
lief. 1t was as though the gates of
nell had been closed and the curtains
OF heaven drawn for the eyes 10 see.
/ Six years of horrible shame wiped
| out, and new world was before her
/ eyes.
ms woman who had killed Erris
| Boyne must now suffer. She must
/ bear the ignominy which had been
heaped upon Dyck Calhouns head. Yet
| all at once there came to her mind
/ softening feeling Erris Boyne had
/ been rightly killed by a woman he
/ mad Wronged, for he was a traitor as
/ Wen as an adulterer-one who could
use no woman well, who broke faith
with all civilized tradition. and re-
verted TO the savage. Surely the wom-
ans crime was not 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
hand had rid the world of a traitor
/ and beast, fell back on the pillow
IN a faint With an exclamation Sheila
! lifted up the head. If the woman was
dead, then there was no hope for Dyck
/ 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 bell and lifted up
the head of the sick woman.
moment later the servant was
In the room. Sheila gave her orders
quickly, and snatched up pencil from
the table. Then, on a piece Of paper
she wrote the words: Il, not Dyck
Calhoun, killed Erris Boyne"
A few moment later, Noreen's eyes
/ opened, and Sheila spoke to her. 81
have written these words. Here they
are-see them Sign them"
She read the words, and put pen
eli in the trembling fingers, and, on
the cover of a book NOreen's fingers
traced her name slowly but clearly
Then Sheia thrust the paper in her
bosom, and an instant later a nurse
sent by the resident doctor entered
They cannot hang me or Danish me,
for my end has come" whispered No
reen before Sbeila left.
In the street Of Spanish Town 81
most the first person Sheia saw was
Dyck Calhoun. With pale. radiant
look she went TO him. He gazed at
her strangely, for there was that ia
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 ali at once
under q 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 him. He read
1t with eyes and senses that at first
could hardly understand.
God in heayeu-oh, merciful Cod"
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 lie had a great heart.
mo, l 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
will 90 to Lord MallOw."
"Mallow :" A look of bitter tri-
umph came into Dyck's face. "Mallow
at last" he said.
CHAPTER XXI.
With the Governor.
Lord MailoE frcwned on his secre-
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