The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1921-12-24

man wss like one who had come from
hanging, who had seen MS deai.''
swinging at the end Of rope. Ills
face was set in coldness; his hair was
streaked with gray; his forehead h"u
line in the middle; his manner was
rigid, almost frigid, indeed. only III
his ewes was there that which dehieu
all that his face and manner saba
hungry, absorbing, hopeless look' the
look of one who searches for FRIEND
| in the denying desert.
Somehow, when he bowed low u
her and looked her in the eyes as no
| one in all her life had ever done, she
had an almost agOnized understanding
of what a man feels who has Deen
imprisoned-that he is never the same
again. He was an ex-convict ana yet
she did not feel repealed by him. she
did not believe he had killed Erris
Bovine. AS for the later crime OF mu-
tiny, that did not concern her much.
She was Irish; but, more than that'
she was in sympathy with the mu-
tineers. She understood why DycK
Calhoun, enlisting as common salior'
should take I'D their cause and run
risk TO advance 1t. That he had ad-
yanced 1t was known to all the world;
that he had paid the price Of his mu-
tiny by saving the kings navy with
stolen ship; and that he had won
wealth was but another proof OF the
mans power.
"You would not come to America,
so I came here, and" She paused,
her voice trembling slightly.
"There is c,uch to do at Salem" ne
added calmly, and yet with his heart
beating as it had not beaten since the
day he had first met her at Playmore.
"You wouldn't take the money
sent to Dublin for you-the gift of
believing friend. and you would not
come to America! !"
II shall have to tell you why one day.
he answered slowly, "but I'll pay my
respects to your mother now"
So saying he went forward and
bowed low to Mrs. Llyn. Unlike her
daughter, Mrs. Llyn did not offer her
hand. She was pale, distraught. trou-
bled-and vexed. She, however, MUIR
INJURED his name and bowed.
"You did not expect to see me mere
in jamaica" he said boldly.
, Frankly, did not, Mr.. Calhoun,
, she said.
, "You resent my coming here to see
you? You think it bold. at least"
She looked at him closely and firm
: ". "You know why cannot welcome
you"
"Yet / have paid the account de-
I manded BY the law. And you had no
regard for him. You divorced him."
Sheila had drawn near, and Dyck
/. made a gesture in her direction. "She
! does not know" he said, land she
D should not hear what we say now"
4 Mrs, Llyn nodded, and in low tone
. fold Sheila that she wished to be alone
. with Dyck for a little while. In
r Dyck's eyes, as he watched Sheila 60
was a thing deeper than he had evel
a known or shown before. In her white
8 gown and with her light step Sheils
4 seemed to float away-a picture grace
;. full. stately, buoyant, ''keen and small.
v As she was about to pass beyond
n clump of pimento bushes, she turne'
Is her head toward the two. and Their
= was that in her eyes which few eve
l. see and seeing are afterward tn
N same. 1t was a look of inquiry, o
N revelation. of emotion which went t
r Dyck's heart.
q mo she does not know the truth,
D. Mrs. Llyn said. But 1t has been mar
/: hiding 1t from her. One never kne'
whether some chance remark, som
4 allusion in the papers would tell ne
\ YOU had killed her father"
4 "Did kill her father?" asked Dye
4 helplessly. 'Did I? Twas found gui
4 tv of It, but on my honor, Mrs. Llyl
I T do not know and l do not think
! did. / have no memory OF 1t. W
4 ouarreled. I drew my sword on hin
IN then he made an explanation and
IN madly. stupidity drank drugged win
III in reconciliation with him. and the
n I remember nothing more-nothing
q ALL"
81 .Wudt WIS TIC CAUSE VI so"A A"a&
q relr
ii Dyck looked at her long before al
s swering. II hid that from my fath'
y even, and hid it from the world
~ not even mention 1t in court at Il
m trial. If had, perhaps l should n
II have gone to jail. If had, perhal
N should not be here in Jamaica.
y L had" He paused, a flood Of r
II Election drowning his face, making
j eyes shine with black sorrow.
4 "Well, If you had :. Why d
v you not? Wasn't 1t your duty to sa'
yourself and save your friends. If "
could? Wasn't that your plain duty
y Eyes, and that was why did n
tell what the quarrel was. II l ha
= even had killed Erris Boyne, t
=. Jury would not have convicted me.
" that am sure. 1t was loyal
jury"
In "Then why did you not7"
ON isn't 1t strange that now, after
lis these years, when have settled t
account with judge and jury, wi
she state and law-that now feel mt
the tell you the truth? Madam, your {