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ETHE ARGTJS; j5AT'bSi)Ai!l$EBIiUAItY.:. 6. 1909.
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By HALLIE ERMINIE RIVES,
Author of Hearts Courageous," Etc.
jN COPYRIGHT. 1908. .THE BOBBS-MERRILL COMPANY .
eouch. "Xo'u don't know what you are
saying. You nre beside yourself." . He '
forced her. into the drawing room and
made her Bit down. She was tense
and fiuiverin!?. The cross fell from her
hand, and he stooped nr.d picked it up.
"Try to calm yourself,", he said, "t
think of other things for a few mo
ments. This little cross I wonder how
you come to have It? I gave It to
Sanderson last May to commemorate
his ordination." He twisted it open.
See, here Is the date, May 28. That
was the day I gave it to him."
She gave a quick gasp, and the last
vestige of color faded from her cheek.
She looked at him in a stricken way.
"Last May!" she said faintly. Harry
to pass the coming train. At a farther Sanderson had been in Aniston, men,
station, however, she was able to take on the day Dr. Moreau had been mur-
Teddy In Jungleland Hunting the 0 PEinHwn.
Copyright, 1609, by the American Prcta Association.
CHAPTER I. David Stires, deter- a night tralu back, arriving again at tiereti. ner uouse 01 carus leu. one
mined to disinherit his scapegrace son t Twin Peaks in the gray dawn of the had been mistaken! She leaned her
Hugh la favor of his blind ward, Js-' nest morning. .head back against the cushion and
sica Holme, is dissuaded by the girl hen the train for which she waited closed her eyes.
ana Ktv. .Harry Hanuerson.
wild oats w
college, where ne was uuwn as "Satan h.er on the platform, but stopped aboard bishop's voice said. "You are better,
Sanderson. - . . , ' . . ,
muck, it are you uoi j.-oor cmiu; .. iuu- uaie
welcomed by his father. There is no, of!rful .i.rnln r. tln-twulml Ilt I:nr hoon tlirrmo-li n ttrrlhl Rtrnin. ' T
nope 01 iiuki's rei ormniion, out jes-.
sica, deceived by her blindness, loves
iv im gissuiiueu uy me Kiri t ueu me 11 Ulll lor UK'U But; w antra cior-i uit c.ict. - ,
wl7iiKuriy?wwSaMi eame lu ,he stained oar at its end, Presently she felt a cold glass touch
with the younger stires in she did not wait for the bishop to iind her lips. ''Here is some water," the
chapter II. Hurti returns and and made her way slowly
welcomed by his father. There is ria started again as she thread
Tullmau, to And the bishop oa lis rear would give the world to help you if I
him. He plans to marry her.
CHAPTER HI. Hurry lends hlm
CHAPTER IV. Jessica Is to marry
Hugh, and a foieign surgeon is com
ing to operate on her eyes. JesKica.
"huse sirrlit is restored, is married to
Hugh, liarry ofllci:iting. although he
loves the girl. Immediately after the
son has forged his name for $5,uuo.
CHAPTER V. Harry, sent upstairs
o bring Jessica to the old man, is mis-
inken by her lor her newly wedded hus-
platform peering out anxiously at the
He took both her hands and drew her
into the empty drawing room.' lie was
startled at her pallor. '"1 know," he
said pityingly. "1 have heard."
She winced. 'Duos Auiston know?"
"Yes," he answered
newspapers told it."
She nut her hand on hlj arm. "Can
oaml. He Kisses her. . ,,. ,,,,,.. ,v,v I ioiiiivr lui'iicV"
CHAPTER VI Hugh flees, nnd Jcs-i'"" - -
sica repiouches Harry for having led She asked, "it was to tell Harry iun
him In evil ways in c ollege.! Stires signs Qcrion! I k::ow of the tire," she went
the will disinheriting Hugh. I ... .., , , . . ..,,.,..
CHAPTER Vll and vill. Nearly a on quickly, 'and of his injur. I can
year lias passed. Hugh, who has been guest) you want to : pare hhll ntralu or
In the mining country, returns and re- .f ,, i ,Uuit tell him'"
proaches Harry for his downfall. The -Mttea.lUt. uUt 1 ,ml-t Uliuim.
minister in an effort to save him plays, lie reflected U moment. lie thought
curds with him on the altar table, liar- e guessed what was in her mind. If
ZtJ JS? reTn'tl; there war. a,y one who had ever had
a day of dn-ent living. I aa influence over Hugh for good it was
CH AKl-ER lX.-llailehijah Jones, an) H Sanderson. He himself, he
Itinerant preacher, spies on the game , , , , ...
and breaks in on it with Harry's thought, had none. Perhaps, remem-
bisii.-t, nugii vanishes and Harry . berimr t heir old comradcshli. she wa:;
jumps Into an
CHAPTER X The
automobile for a swift.
longing now to have this lnllncnco ex-
minister's car ertcd to brii:g Hugh to a better mind,
falls into the river, and he Is hurt. .i.Inlrlni- ..f hit tenml wpltir. of hl.i
Harry wukes to tin diiimselc uncon- ". ..
scious of liis own identity In a freight making . his peace with his Alilker.
car with tramps. He wears u ring- "VoYv well," he said. "Cc'lue." and
with his Initials. "H. S.," but they sig- . , . ' . , '
nifv nothing to him. . led the w tij into tue ar.
chapter XI. Jessica, accompany-' Jes:Ic-a followed, her hands clinched
Stires. who is in poor health, is in a ngutiy- She saw the couch, the profile
mountain sanitarium overlooking the ., , . , .,
I. it tie PaymaBtcr claim and the town oil its cushions turned toward tllO TV 111
of Smoky Mountain. In town she hears tJow where forest and Stream Sl!pped
the name Hugh Stires execrated. I ., ., f,- iM'rlin;lv MV(. TT-ph'i'
CHAPTER XII. In Smoky Mountain' P-it -a Id ti.rioil lU.e llgn S.
JIarry is taken for Hugh. He whips Yet it waa different, lacking the other's
Uevlin. the town bully. Jessica wit-l tr i nl vcn jts refinement. And
nessing the fight. His part is taken by. , , , , , ,, UI rri.
Tom Eehh r. attorney. this man had molded Hugh! These
CHAPTER xni. Going out of town, vague thoughts lost themselves in-
hnnrri1oneofu,em.Vl0ne bUr,ed M the momentous surmise that
chapter xiv. Jessica and Pren- filleJ her imagination. The bishop put
dergast Hugh s partner, take Harry.1 out llis jiaud and touched the relaxed
wnom iney ocuii miKLUKts iui jiiuii, i.v
ln Litter's cabin.
CHAPTER XV.-f-Jessica is worrico
Th trcnhlatlnn that darted lntn the
Koeru8hVrrui turned upon the
CHAPTER XVI. Prendergast hints
to liarry of the shady source of the
money accumulated by ttie former and
Hugh. ' J
CHAPTER "XVII. rllarry is suspected
of a murder believed to have been com
mitted by Hugh. Prendergast quarrels
with'H;rry ajid' threatens to tell what
he knows. His look of hatred is seen
by Jessica. aud troubles her.
CHAPTE'li XVIII- Harry is suspect
ed in tiwn of robbing -the sluice of a
hydraulic company. Jessica's horse runs
ne left her, and she sat dully trying
to think. .The regular Jar of the trucks
had set Itself to a rhythm uo hope, no
j hope, no hope! She knew now that
I there was none. "When the bishop re
entered she did not turn hor head. He
Yesterday's sat inside her awhile, and she was
aware again of his voice, speaking
loothiugly. At moments thereafter he
was there, at others sjie knew that she
was alone, but was unconscious of the
flight of time. She knew only that the
day was fading. On the chilly whirl
ing landscape she saw only a crowded
room, a jurj box, a judge's bench and
Hugh before It. listening to the sen
tence that-would take him from her
forever. The bright sunlight was mer
cilessly, sataulcally cruel and God a
sneering monster turning n crank. ,
Into her conscious view grew distant
snowy ranges, hills unrolling at their
feet, a straggling town, a staring white
courthouse and a grim low building
beside it. She rose stumblingly, the
train quivering to the brakes, as the
"This is Smoky Mountain," she said
with numb lips. "That Is the building
where h Is being tried. I am going
The bishop opened tin? door and gave
her his hand to the platform. The
train Avas to stop but ten minutes. He
stood a moment watching her as she
crossed to the street; then, with the
sadness deep in his heart, entered the
station to send a telegram.
nugh's haggard face peered after
them through a rift In a window cur
tain. What could she have suspected?
Xot the truth! And only that could be
tray him. Presently the bishop wuuld
irlisli figure, the frosty fear that
blanched . the haggard countenance.
f-po!:e Hugh's surprise and dread. It return, the train would start again, and
was she, and she knew the real narry this spot of terror would be behind
Sanderson ' was in Smoky Mountain, him. . What had he to. do with Harry
Had she. h?ar J of the chapel fire, Sanderson?
guessed the '.Imposture and come, to ne. bethought, himself suddenly of
denounce him, the guilty husband she the door. If some one should come in
had sue'-i reason to hate? The twitch- upon him! With a qualm of fear he
lug limbs stiffened, i "Jessica!" he said stood up. staggered to it and turned the
away with Devlin's child, and Harold. In a hoarse whisiKT. - Ikey In the lock. There was not the
jumping into an automobile, bungs ner i nnrry," said the bishop, "Jessica Is In wonted buzz about the station. The
to Harry's great tuouble. She hns come with rail place was silent save for the throb ot
news. Hugn, ner busbaud. your oM
college mate, is in a terrible iwr.ltion.
He is accused of murder. I kept the
newspapers from you today leeause
The Jig Saw Puzzle is the latest craz. Try this one. Mount the accompanying picture on thick
brown paper, cardboard or a thin piece of wood, carefully cut out the, pieces with a pair of shears in c-ase
the mount is of paper or with a jig saw in case the mount is of wood, and fit the pieces together. ; You
will then discover a herd of G. 0. P. emblems taking to 'the tall timber, also the reason why.
bin k: safelv,
cabin to leave the forged draft lor mm,
Jessica, who still believes him to be
Hugh, tells him she Is his wife. He
plill lo s not know who he really is.
CHAPTER XX. liarry, in his sleep.
enters Jessica's room at the sanitarium
He is taken for a burglar, and she helps: they told of it
lnm to escape. ... V.h
Had caught" the meaning or tue
pity iu his tone for her. not for Hugh.
CHAPTER XXI. Harry finds the draft
on.l i;ikes himself for Hugh btires.
thief. Working on the claim, he tindsj "vh.'
a rich pocket oi goiu. uavm ouirsi
tells Jessica Hugh has remnucu tne
$5,000, which has been paid by Harry.
Stires forgives his son and then dies.
CHAPTER XXII. Harry pays a visit
to his old home.
CHAPTER XXIII. Harry returns to
Smoky Mountain and tind3 over the
grave of Stires a statue, "The Prodigal
Son," carved by Jessica. He believes
the dead man to have been his father.
Jessica, still calling him Hugh, con
fesses htr love for him.
CHAPTER XXIV. Haueiujan jones
appears in Smoky Mountain and rec
ognizes Harry as the gambling rector.
His voice recalls to Harry , his identity.
He is crushed by the knowledge that
h-i has been coveting Hugh's wife. Jes
sica witnesses the shooting of Prender
gast in the act of robbing the sluice.
He dies after telling the sheriff Hugh
is the murderer of Moreau. found dying
on the hillside months before.
CHAPTER XXV. Haunted by Mo
reau's murder. Hugh returns to the
mountain and meets Harry in his own
cabin. They quarrel. As a knock comes!
at the door Harry thrusts Hugh into
an inner room. Jessica warns nurry , ine lace wnicu sue inusr reau:
she cried passionately, lifting
h?r head, "but they did not tell it a!i!
Did they tell you that he 1:5 unjustly.
wickedly accused by an enemy? - That,
though the- may convict him, he is in
The bishop looked at her in surprise.
In spite of all the past the shameful.
conwIencelosH past and her own wrong
she loved and believed in her hus
Hugh's hand lifted, wavered an in
stant before his brow. Did she say he
was innocent? "1 don't understand,'
he said hoarsely. .
Jessica's wide eyes fastened on his
as though to search his secret roul.
"I will tell it all," she said, "then you
will understand." The bishop drew a
: chair close, but her gaze did not
waver from the face on the cushions
he Is sought for Moreau s murder.
helps Hugh to escape, giving him his
ring nnd the combination of his study
safe, and for love of Jessica remains
to face the charge.
' CHAPTER XXVI. He is put In jail
nnd will not tell Jessica the truth about
the crime. Hugh, going to Harry's
itudy, sets fire to it' accidentally and
is badly burned. He is taken by the
cltv for Hurry.
CHAPTER XXVII. Jessica at Har
ry's trial takes the stand in his de
fense ..The electric lights go out in the
court room, and she leaves the room.
Hallelujah Jones declares In court that
the prisoner is not Stires, but Sander
son. Ills testimony is refuted by the
reports of the supposed Harry's injur
ies. Jones is run out of town.
CHAPTER XXVIII. Jessica declares
to Harry that Sanderson would call his
shielding of a murderer wicked and
cruel. Jessica believes "that Sanderson
is the .real murderer and decides to go
unil confront him.
CHAPTER XXIX. Hugh, under Har
ry's name. Is near death, but is believed
to be recovering. He is about to be
taken to the coast by the bishopwhen
it message arrives from Jessica saying
she must see the bishop. She is tele
graphed to mret the train carrying the
two men. Harry's trial, going against
. I'.i.m, nears its end.
As she told the broken tale the car
was still, save for the lalmred, irreg
ular breathing of the prostrate man
and the muffled roar that pcuetroted
the walls, a multitudinous, elfin din.
"Yon see," she ended, "that Is why I
kuow he la innocent You cannot"-
her eyes 'held
cannot doubt it,
wet hbj parched
lips. A tremor
ran through him.
He did not an
swer. Jessica started
to her feet Self
falling from her..
She was fighting
to seize the vital
evaded her. She
held out her hand.
In the r.alm lay -.
o ,n ,r,i.w."J don't understand."
the halted engine, and the shadow of
the train on the frosty platform quiv
ered like a criminal. A block away
he saw the courthouse. Knots of peo
ple were standing about its door wait
ing for what? A fit of trembiinir seiz
All his j-ears Hugh had been a moral
coward. Life to him had been sweet
for the grosser, .material pleasure:? U
held. He had eared for nobody, had
held nothing sacred. He had now only
to keep silence, let Harry Sanderson
pay the penalty, and ha need dread no
more. Hugh Stires, to the persuasion
of the law, would be dead. As soon as
might be he' could disappear, as the
rector of St. James" had disappeared be
fore. lie might change his name and
live at ease in some quarter of the
world, his alarm laid forever.
Iiut a worse thing would haunt him
to scare his sleep he would be doubly
In the awful moment while he clung
to the Iron bare of the collapsing rose
window, with the flames clutching at
him, Hugh had looked Into hell and
shivered before the judgment, "The
wages of sin is death." In that fiery
ordeal the cheapness and swagger, the
ostentation and self esteem, had burn
ed away, and his soul had . stood
naked as a winter wood. Dying had
not then been the austere terror. What
came after? That had appalled him.
Yet Harry Sanderson was not afraid
of the hereafter. He chose dea'th calm
ly, knowing that he, Hugh, was unfit
Suppose he told the truth now and
saved Harry. He had never done a
brave deed for the sake of truth or
righteousness or . for the love of nny
human Jieing. but he could do one now:
For the ont red eounter that had been
a cyrabol of a dny. of evil living he
could render a deed that would make
requital for those unpaid days. lie
would not have played the coward's
Dart. It would repair the wrong h
nad doue Jessica. He would have
made expiation. . Forgiveness and pity.
mot reproaches j and shame, would fol
low him. and it would balance perhaps
the one dreadful count that stood
against him. He thought of the scaf
fold and shivered, - yet there was a
more terrible thought: It is a fearful
thing to full iuto the hands of the liv
ing (iod! . -
He made his way again . to the door
anil unlocked it. It was only to cross
that space, to speak, and then the
grim brick building aud the penalty.
With a hoarse Ty.be slammed the
door and frantically - locked It. The
edge of the searching pain was upon
him again.. He stumbled back to the
couch and fell across it face down,
dragging the cushions; Iu frantic haste
over his head to shut out the sick
throbbing of 'the steam that seemed
shuddering at thj fate ,his cowering
soul dared not faee. " '
Thy group oulshl . tle courthouse
made way ' deferentially foli " Jessica,
but she was unconscious of it. Some
one asked a question ou the' steps, and
she heard the answer, "The state has
just finished, and the. judge is charg
ing." . . ' . ' . '
The ; narrow bull', .was filled, and.
though all who. saw :ive her instant
place, the space Ijejond the inner door
was crowded beyond JJie possibility of
passage. She could see the judge's
bench, with Its sedate, graj' bearded
figure, the jury box at the left, the
moving, restless faces about It, set like
a living mosaic '
She became aware suddenly that the
figure at the high bench was speaking,
had been speaking ell along:
"With the prisoner's later career In
Smoky Mountain they had nothing to
do nor had .the law. The question It
asked the only question it asked was.
Did he kill Moreau';' They might be
lontll to, believe the same man capable
of such contradictory acts the cour
ageous saving of n child from death,
for example, and the shooting down of
a fellow mortal in cold blondebut It
had been truly said that such contrasts
were not Impossible nay, were even
matters of common observation. Prej
udice and "bias aside, and sympathy
and liking aside, they voustituted a tri
bunal of justice. Thjs the state had a
right to demand, nnd this they, the
Jury, had made solemn oath to give."
The words had no meaning for her
ears, "what did ne say.' sne wnis-
pered to herself piteously. She caught
but n glimpse of the prisoner as the
sheriff .touched his. arm and led the
way quickly to the door through which
he had been brought.
It opened and closed'upon them, and
the tension of tha packed room broke
all at once in a great respiration of re
lief and a buzz, of conversation;
A voice spoke beside her. It was Dr.
Brent. "Come with me," he saw.
"Folder asked me to watch for you.
We can wait, in the Judge's room."
tween verdict and penality not eno;i
, had -Jbwn Jessica's sole
thought. The news that
the bishop, nvitb the
nian she suspected, was
speeding toward her to
pass the very town wherein Htfgh
stood fci Lis life seemed a prearrange
meiit of .eternal justice. When the tele
gram, rea -lied hej she had already gone
by Twin" Peaks. To. proceed .would be
By this cross,"-she cried with des-
J. 4.W I "O
iwtoie i u . condition The best medicine
slstj the stomach is
"sOStana face to face with I" T . ,. .,', 7 3 T V,
n:,i-rv.K!,-ui.wthftltrath-- 14 l3.his Ufa or death-Hugh's
lire or oeain;- lie uiu not kui ur. aio-
reau. Who did?
Hugh had shrunk back on the couch.
his face ghastly. "I know nothing-
agrees that the stomach is the nieas
ure of one's health and strength; then
why not see to It that such an import
ant organ is kept in a strong; healthy
notningi- ne stammeiea. ;uo not asu For proof of tbis assertion we point to
mel" 1 ; I Us unequalled record, extending over
The bishop had risen In alarm. He peri0d of 55 years. Try a bottle for
thought her hysterical. "Jessica! Jes- Sleeplessness, Indigestion, Dyspepsia,
sica!". he exclaimed. He threw his 'costiveness. Colds and Grippe and see
biu uoout u uuu icu uer .uuui lue for yourself. Refuse all substitutes
liAttVIIILE In Jhe nar
v row cell Harry was alone
wftn his bitterness. HU
Judicial sense, keenly
alive, from the very first
had appreciated the woe-
-: ,f ol weakness, evldentlal
ir.ly speakmg,'of his posi
tion, ne bad no illusions on this score'.
A little -while after such deliberation
a waa decent and 'seemly and h
would be a condemnedrlinlnal, wait
Ins, -In the' shadow, of the hempen
noose. '. In such localities justice; was
swift There would be scant time be
doubtless, for the problem to solve It
self. For the only solution possible
was Hugh's dying in the hospital at
Aniston. So long as the other lived
he must play out the role.
And if Hugh did die, but died too
late? What a satire. on truth aud jus
tice! The Fame error which put the
rope aliout his own neck would, fold
the real Hugh lu the odor of sanctity.
He would lie ill the little jail yard iu
a felon's grave, aud Hugh in the ceme
tery on the hill beneath a marble mon
ument erected by St. James' parish to
the liev. Henry Sanderson. In the
dock or in the cell, with the death
watch sitting at Its. door, it was all one.
He liad elected the path, aud if it led
to the bleak edge of life, to the barren
abyss of shame, he must, tread it. He
was powerless to help himself still. He
had given over his life . into the keep
ing of a power In which his better
manhood, had trusted. If It enacted
the final-tribute for those ribald years
of Satan Sanderson the price would be
A step came In the corridor. A voice
spoke his name. The summons had
come. - '
Before the opening of the door the
hum of voices in the. courtroom sank
to stillness Itself. The jury had taken
their places. Their looks were sober
and downcast. The judge was in his
seat, his hand combing his beard. Har
ry faced him calmly. .The door of a
side room, was partly open, and
girl's white face looked in, but he did
"CJentleuien of the Jury, have jou ar
rived at a verdict?"
There was a confusion in the hall
abrupt voices and the sound of feet.
The crowd stirred, and the judge
frowuingly lifted his gavel.
"What say you.x guilt' or not guilty?"
The foreman did -not answer. He
was leauing forward, looking over the
heads of the crowd. The. Judge stood
up. People turned, and the room was
suddenly a-rustle with surprised move
ment. The crowd at the back of the
room parted, and up the center aisle
toward the judge's desk staggered n
figure a man whose face, ghastly arid
convulsed, was partly swathed In band
ages. At the. door of the judge's room
a girl stood transfixed nnd staring.
The crowd gasped. They saw the
familiar profile, a replica of the pris
oner's; the mark that slanted across
the , brow, the eyes preternatural!;
bright and fevered.
A pale faced, breathless man in cler
ical dress pushed forward through the
press as the figure stopped thrust out
his bands blindly.
"Xot guilty, your honor!" he said.
A'cry came from the prisoner at the
bar. . He leaped toward him as he fell
and caught him in his arms.
The group In the Judge's room was
hushqd in awestruck silence. The
door was shut, but through the pauels.
from the courtroom, : came the mur
mur of many wondering voices. By
the 6ofa on which lay the man who
had made expiation stood the bishop
and narry Sanderson. . Jessica knelt
beside it, and the judge and those who
stood near him in - the : background
knew that the curtain was falling upon
a strange and, tangled, drama of life
and love and death. . .
After the one long, sobbing cry. of
realization,, throughout the excitement
and . confusion, Jessica had been
strangely calm.: She read the swift
rAttilnfir in TTli Tirnnfa . f afa nnri eha
felt a painful thankfulness. The last
appeal would not be to man's justice,
but to pod's- mercy! - The- memories
of the old blind days and the knowl
edge ithat this man not the one to
whom she had. given ; her love at
Smoky.Mountaln, at whom she dared
not loot had been her. lover, was now
in-verjr truth, her husband, rolled about
her In a stinging to 1st-Eut as . she
knelt by the sofa the band that chafed
the nerveless one was firm, and shti
wiped the"Md Hps deftly and ten
Hush's eyes were filming. That har
rowing struggle of so iu, that convul
sive effort of the injured body, had
demauded its price. The direful agony
and its weakness had seized him. His
stiffening fingers were slipping from
the ledge of life, nn:l he knew It.
He heard the bishop's earnest voice
speaking from the void,"1 "Love cover
cth all sins." The words seemed to
stand out sharply, with black gulfs of
nothingness between. They roused his
fading senses, called them back to the
outiost of feeling.
"Xot because I loved." he 6aid. "It
was because I was afraid!" t -
False as his habit of life bad been. In
that momeut only the bare truth re
mained. With a last effort the dying
man thrust his hand iuto bis pocket,
drew out a small, battered.' red disk
and laid it in the other's hand. . -
"Satan," he whispered as Harry bent
over him and the flicker of light JJpll In
nls eyes, "do you think It wnr count
when I cash In?" ; ' ' ' '
But Harry's answer Hugh did. not
hear. He had passed out of the sound
of mortal speech forever.
. . "-..'..." -'
There came-a day, when the brown
ravines of Sirbky Mountain laughed in
genial sunshine, when the tangled
thickets and the foliaged reaches,
painted with the cardinal and bishop's
purple of late autumn, flushed find
stirred to the touch of their golden
lover and the silver water gushing
through the flumes sang to a quicker
melody. There was no wind. Every
where save for the breathing life of the
forest was dreamy beauty aud waiting
.In the soft stillness Harry stood on
the doorstep of the hillside cabin for
the last time. Below him In the gulch
the light glanced and sparkled from
the running flume, and beyond glim
mered the long street of the town
where the dead past of Satan Sander
son had been burled forever and. the
old rcsiorscTul pIa of cotelcuce had
found Its surcease. . In the far distance,
a teuder haze softening their outline,
stood the violet silhouette of tha end
ing ranges, and far beyond them lay
Auiston, where waited his newer life,
his newer, better work and the hope
that was the April of his dreams.
Since that tragic day In the court
room he had seen Jessica once only
in the hour when the bishop's solemn
'dust to dust" had been spoken above
the man who had been her husband.
One thought had comforted him the
town of . Smoky Mountain had never
known, need never know, the secret
of her wifehood. And Auiston was fat
away. About the coming of Hugh in
jured and dying to his rescue would
be thrown a glamour of knight errantrf
that would bespeak charity of Judg'
meat. When Jessica went back to tin
white bouse In the aspens she would
meet only tenderness nnd sympathy.
And that was well.
He shut the door of his cabin and.
whistling to his dog, climbed the steep
path where the wrlukled creeper flung
its splash of scarlet and along the trail
to the Knob, under the needled song
of the redwoods. There In the dappled
shade stood Jessica's rock statue, and
now it looked upon two mounds. T'uo
prodigal had returned at last, - father
and son rested side by side, and that,
too, was well. . ' , ;
He went slowly through the brown
hollows to the winding mountain road,
crossed, it and entered the denser for
est. He wanted to see once more the
dear spot where he and Jessica had
met that deep, sweet day before the
rude awakening. He walked on in a
reverie; his thoughts were very far
He stopped suddenly. There before
him was the little knoll where she had
stood waiting on the threshold of bis
palace of enchantment that one roseate
morning. .And she was there today
not standing with parted lips nnd eager
eyes under the twittering trees, but ly
ing face down on the moss, her red
bronse hair shaming the gold of the
There was a gesture in the out
stretched arms that caught at his
heart He stepped forward, and at
the sound she looked up, startled. . t
He saw the creeping color that
mounted to her brow, the proud yet.
passionate hunger of her eyes. He
dropped on his knees and took her
hands nnd kissed them.
My dear love that is!" he whispered.
"My dearer wife that is to be!"
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