The Challis messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1912-current, 1921-01-19

The color rushed back to Arthur's
face. He dealt lightning blow which
sent Adam staggering back, but the
delicate-handed gentleman was no
match for the workman's great
strength. After fierce struggle,-A
thur fell motionless, while Adam, in
sudden revulsion of feeling, knelt over
him like an image Of despair gazing
on death.
To his intense relief, Arthur grad
ually revived. Adam got him to his
feet, supported him to the little cabin,
and laid him on a couch. Then he
spoke out.
II don't forget what's owing to you
as a gentleman, but In this thing we
are man to man. Either tell me she
can never be my wife-tell me you're
lying when you say you haven't
harmed her-or else write her a let
ter, telling her the truth that 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
pers, lay wOman's silk kerchief.
When Hetty read Arthur's letter,
she gave way to despair. Then, by
one of those convulsive motiveless a0-
tons by which the wretched leap from
temporary sorrow to lifelong misery.
she determined to marry Adam. The
big 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 Snowfeld 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 grandfa-
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 for
the crime of child murder.
Clutching the letter, Arthur rushed
from the room like hunted man, and
springing to the saddle Of a waiting
horse, set off at gallop.
That very evening a young woman
knocked at the door Of the village Jail.
There was about her a 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
before the pallet bed.
"Hetty, Dinah is come to you"
Slowly, very slowly, Hetty rose and
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"You won't leave me, Dinah?"
"No. Hetty," whispered Dinah. Srll
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. 1t
makes no difference, Hetty, whether
J 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 sat
like stone image, poured forth her
pitiful story.
ut was because was so miserable,
Dinah. 1 didn't know where to 60. I
tried to kill myself, and couldn't. I
went to Windsor to find him. He was
gone, and 1 didn't know what to do.
darednt go home again. Then the
baby was born. I did do 1t,
Dinah. I buried it in the wOod-the
little baby. 1t cried. heard
it all highland I went back. And
then I thought I would 60 home, and
all Of a sudden I saw a hole under a
nut tree, and it darted over me like
lightning I'd lay the baby there, and
cover it with grass and chips.
couldn't cover it quite up, Dinah.
thought somebody'd come and take
care of it. Dinah, do you think God
will 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"
Comforter and comforted. their
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
was sentenced to transportation. Di-
nah returned to her works of mercy
at SnOwfield. In remorse and shame,