The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1922-05-04
CHAPTER WI
Dyck's Father Visits Him.

In vain Dyck's lawyer, VIII Nc
Cormick, urged him to deny absolute
ly the killing of Erris Boyne. Dyck
would not do so. He had, however,
Immediately On being Jailed, written
to the government. telling Of the pro-
jected invasion Of Ireland by the
French feet, and saying that 1t had
ONE to him from q sure source. The
government had at once taken action.
Regarding the death of Boyne, the
only living thing In his favor was
that his own sword-point was free
from stain. His lawyer made the ut
most of this, but to no avail. The
impression In the court vas that both
men had been drinking; that they
had quarreled, and hat without a
duel being fought Dyck had killed
his enemy.
That there had been no duel was
clear from the fact that Erris Boyne's
sword was undrawn. The charge,
however, on the in~stigation Of the
attorney general, who vas grateful
for the information about France
had been changed from murder to
manslaughter, though it seemed clear
that Boyne had been ruthlessly killed
by a man whom he had ~befriended.
On n Of the days Of the trial,
Dyck's father. bowed, morose, and
obstinate, came to see him.
Miles Calhoun looked at his son
with detection. His eyes wandered
over the grimly furnished cell. His
hose smelled the damp of 1t, and
suddenly the whole soul of him burst
forth.
"You don't give yourself a chance
Of escape, Dyckl You know what
Irish juries are. Why don't you tell
the truth about the quarrel? What's
the good of keeping your mouth shut,
when there's many that would profit
by your telling itT
"Who would profit?" asked Dyck.
"WhO would proitT snarled the
old man. swell, you would profit
first, for 1t might break the dark chain
of circumstantial evidence. Also your
father would profit. I'd be saved
shame, perhaps; I'd get relief from
this disgrace. Oh, man, think Of
others besides yourself"
'Think Of others !" said Dyck, and
a queer smile lighted his haggard
face. sd save myself II ! honor
ably could"
The old man fumbled with a waist
coat button. His eyes blinked hard.
"You don't see," he continued, 1.-THE
one thing that's plain to my eyes, and
it's this-that your only chance of
escape Is to tell the truth about the
quarrel. If the truth were told. what
ever 1t Is, l believe 1t would be to
your credit-rll say that for you. II
II was to your credit. ever II they be-
lieve you guilty of killing Erris Boyne,
they'd touch you lightly. All, in the
name Of the mother you loved, l ask
you to tell the truth about the quar-
rel In the name Of Cod"
Don't speak to me like that" in.
terrupted Dyck, with emotion. "Tve
thought of all those things. l hold
my peace because-because hold my
To speak would be to hurt
some one / love-aye. to hurt some
one / love with all my SOUL"
Gard you won't speak to save me
your father-because you don't love
me with all your soul! Is that itr
asked Miles Calhoun.
sIt's different-it's different"
.Ah. it's a woman"
s.Never mind what It Is. Will not
tell. There are things more shamefui
than DEATH"
eyes" snarled the old q "Ratn-
y than save yourself. you Dring
1iahoaor upon him who gave you
Dyckss face was submerged n color:
~vather," said he. ION my honor
rouldnt hurt ycu 4 could neip =
m not tell the world q tne guar.