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The Herald, 1907-09-27, Page 9SOMITIMZIMIXITZSCEMIMMIZMISIZ D*� ofMCNICAUCCEMZENNZGEMEZSIMN MGM -Th, CHAPTER L It was the fiat, waste coast of A----1 County, on the Chesapeake. It was evening, and clouds sat upon the face of the deep and the spirit of the storm moved on the waters. Eastward the darkened sea spread till it met the lowering sky. 'Westward the old primeval forest stretched till it reached the horizon. Between the sea and the forest lay a desert of level sands. It was not dark, for the moon was at its full, and, though obscured by ,clouds, shed a sombre gray light over the scene. ' A sullen, drizzling rain was falling, and through this rain, over the dreary coast road passed a wretched little wagon drawn by a donkey and filled with throe weary -hearted travellers. The first was a woman, of tall and powerful frame, whose fine proportions could not be concealed even by the vol- uminous brown cloak that wrapped her form. The hood of the cloak, which served also as a bonnet, hacl fallen back, revealiug a well -set, resolute head cov- ered with coarse black and gray hair; and a face with large, strong, clear-cut features, and a stern, determined ex- pression. She sat forward in the wag- on, driving the donkey. But as her hands mechanically guided the reins, her eyes were fixed with, a fierce, devouring gaze upon the prospect before her. The second, her companion, ; a young woman of alight and rr..ceful form—or rather it seeined so—for she sat closely shrouded in a black shawl, with her white face pressed upon her whiter hands—bowed, collapsed, shudder- ing and silent, except when trying to soothe the weeping babe upon her lap or venturipg some anxious, whispered question to the stern driver, as: "Mother, mother, are we almost there? Can you see the lights of the city yet?" And the dark woman's only answer Was her silence, which seemed to be un- derstood by her daughter. Many weary hours had the wretched little party plodded on their way through the rain and miet. And now they neared their journey's end. And well might the mother send her burning glance with passionate desire into the far distance. .And well might the daugh- ter question with eager, breathless anx- iety. Their errand was one upon the issue of .which hung life or death. The only son' of the elder woman, the husband of the younger, the father of the in- fant, lay chained and fettered in a con- demned cell, doomed to die before 12 o'clock of the second day a felon's death upon, the scaffold! A crime that had filled"tho whole community with horror had been traced to his door. And so in evidence against him on his trial that strong were the circumstances produced the whole tenor of his previous life had been unavailing to effect a verdict in his favor. He was found guilty and condemned to death. Only one still hoped—his young wife. And. this was the ground of her hope: The old Governor's time was up and a new Governor had been elected to suc- ceed him—a young statesman whose name - and fame made the poor wife's heart thrill with new life and expecta- tion, for he was one who had known want, ?sorrow, toil and etruggle, and who had conquered them and his own destiny, and; who was now borne vic- torious upon the very topmost crest of popularity. It was natural to suppose that his bosom was filled with all gra- clouts affections, benevolent emotions and generous impulses. He was to be inaugurated into his office the very day before that appointed for the execution of the prisoner. Was it not most rea- sonable to suppose that his very first official act would bo an act of mercy? Youth was. always generous and merci- ful, and this new Governor was young. Was it not likely that he would rejoice at the opportunity of signalizing his coming into power by the salvation of a fellow creature's life? a life the public were so eager to have • saved—whose pardon would therefore bring him so much more popularity? And ohl be- sidesl oh! more than alt the new Gov- ernor was himself a young husband anti father, with a beautiful wife and a be- loved, only babe—would not the pity of his heart grow strong for the wife and child of the poor condemned? Oh! alto- gether, when she came to think of it, it was unlikely, It was impossible the Governor Hhouuld refuse to hear her prayers. Ann so she had urged the prisoner's mother to this journey, and now, as she rode on through the driving mother.wen at the gates waiting for admission. Nellie was;' with her. There could.seareely have been a greater con - treat in any two human beings than in these two women as they stood waiting at the jail gates, Norah O'Leary, the elder, was a uyom- an of about forty 'years of age, but whose tall, gaunt figure, dark complex- ion and harshly cut features made her look full ten years older. Ellen O'Leary, the younger, was a mere girl, scarcely twenty years of age, whose slight figure, fair complexion.and soft, delicate ftaturee made her seem still younger. Soon the gates were opened and they presented themselves for admission. An der turnkey conducted there up the road, paved walk that led to the prim entrance, and along a dark, close passage to the criminal ward, about midway of which was situated the con- demned Cell occupied by young O'Leary. The turnkey paused before this door, opened it and held it while the mother and wife of the convict passed in. her mother sitting there in front of the wagon driving so mechanically, with her. burning gaze fixed with such fierce, hun- gry desire upon the forward vision of the unseen city.. She said: "Dear mother, cheer up—cheer up, mother. Oh! I know that all will be well! The new Governor cannot fail to hear us, and to . grantus:his life! Oh, yes! All will be welll" "And yet, Nelly, you shudder and sigh as you say it!" "Yes, mother, becaush oh Godi the faintest doubt upon this subject is so horrible!" and the poor girl groaned. "Hope nothing, Nelly. Hope` nothing from what you have advanced. I have found none so proud as the prosperous and none so heartless as the happy!" "See, mother! see, the lights of the city! Are not those the lights of the city?" "Yes, we are drawing near A Nelly! Still that wild, eager heart of yours, woman! 'What is the use of wish - lag, longing, hoping, fearing about any- thing in life? 'Tis but three.seero years and ten at the longest. And 'tis soon over and all is swamped in death, and prince and pauper, kin and convict are equal in the grave!" Nelly pressed the infant on her knees closer to her bosom, as she bent forward and looked into the mother's face. It was white, and stern, and set, but the eyes burned with a wild fire. "God preserve her sense!" said-: the poor girl to herself, as she sank back in- to her seat. • At last they reached the city and .en- gaged rooms in a tavern which was'al- ready orowded with guests come to greet the new Governor. The convict' sat nperi the side of the cot, and the clergyman stood near him as if in the act of taking leave. William O'Leary, the prisoner, was very unlike his 'nether. He was not yet twenty-three years of age, of medium height, of slender, yet elegant and firm- ly -knit frame, of faircomplexion, with light hair and bl,ue eyes and a Grecian profile. A great joy leaped to his gloomy countenance and burst forth in his tones as he started to meet his visitors and folded them alternately to his bosom, exclaiming: "Mother! Nelly! 'dear Nelly! Dear- est Nelly! Don't cry, darling! It is all overt the danger is all over! Don't cry so, dearest Nelly!" And his mother groaned from her bursting heart: '' "My son! h13y coni" CHAI".ER II. From within us comes often all the gloom or beauty of the scene around us. On that same night, at that hour, and by that road, passed another veti- cle with another party on their way to the city. It was a -very handsome, spacious trav- elling carriage drawn by se pair of su- perb coach horses and attended by an outrider mounted on a fine saddle horse. The carriage contained four persons. On the back seat reclined a handsome man in the early prime of life, ,and a beautiful woman in.her first bloom. Op- posite to them sat a neat, pretty mulat- to nurse-uuaid ,and on her lap eposed a lovely oXiild of 'six months old.'' ' Daniel Hunter, the Governor -elect, was one of those sons of which America may justly bo "vary proud. He was a. man of the people—the son of a country blacksmith—"low born, self-educated.' Taking for his sword and shield in the battle of lite, simply right, reason and Christian principles, he had fought every inch of his way, through the successive stages of reputation, distinction and em- inence, even to his present high official station. And she who now bore his distin- guished name and shared his honors, the lady who at by his side, was one of England's proudest daughters. Not won in the days of his great success, but— the grandchild of an expatriated Jacob- ite nobleman—by the strangest vicissi- tudes of fortune she had been thrown up- on Daniel Hunter's protection while `;she was ,yet an infant and he a boy. Much trouble of every sort had the young patrician given the boy, the youth and the man. But he had carried her in his strong arms above every want, and care, and sorrow, loving her more tenderly for every burden he bore for her sake, pric- ing her higher for every fault he con- quered in her charaoter. And now she sat by his side his happy wife. The nnarrlage, on his side at least, was not ono of passion. Daniel Hurjter had but one grand passion—ambition—and even that was dedicated, oonsecrat(d, to high and holy purposes. But from childhood he had loved, served and pro- tected her. And now he oheriehed her with the old, tender, unchanging affec- tion. He, her guardian and teacher, as well es her lover, had had some diffi- culty in winning her heart and hand, but when at last she gave them, they were yielded up utterly, eternally, without re- servation, with passionate abandonment. He was a man for a woman's worship— ib • was his right, and he received it. CHAPTER. III.' The young wife of ' O'Leary might weep and wail, but her sorrow was noth- ing to the fierce, bitter, burning:;passion of grief and terror—the very agony of grief and torror—that fired the mother's heart and scorched up the fountain of her tears through all that live -long night rain and mist, her hopes grew so strong and garish, maddening day! by cultivation that she raised her cow- At the earliest hour of the morning ering form and would not endure to see that the prison rules would sanetion, the reflected uithat of the Governor. went on to say: "Gentlemen, 1 have made myself thor- oughly well acquainted with; the case of William O'Leary before to -night, and ation, impartiality and humanity. The trial has been conducted with the due 1el-month :and with the utmost deliber- ation, imaprtiality and humanity. The guilt' of the prisoner seems to be an in- dubitable fact. I cannot have the slight- est doubt of it, nor do I think it pos- sible that anyone else can. Gentlemen, I think that the judge and jury have performed their duty in convicting and sentencing this man, I am glad that neither the youth, beauty nor genius of the accused, nor his most interesting family relations; have been eloquent enough to turn aside the sword of jus- tice. They have dose their stern duty; and, gentlemen, with God's help, I will do mine!" CHAPTER V. While this scene was going on in the library of the executive palace, Mrs. Daniel Hunter sat in her dressing -room, on the second floor of the sante man- sion, preparingg, for the inaugural ball of the evening. It was an airy, spacious chamber, elegantly fitted up and well lighted. Augusta spat on a dressing stool in front of a high Psyche mirror. She was attended by her pretty maid, Stella. Her sister-in-law, Letty, already attir- ed in her pretty, simple evening dress of white crepe and' white roses, was also in the room, hovering around the lady, and adding here and there a finishing touch to her dress or hair. But just then a rap was heard at the door. Stella went to see who it was. A footman stood without, saying that two women had called to see Mrs. Hunt- er. They refused to go away, and in- sisted upon being admitted. Augusta looked and listened with surprise and curiosity. But Letty said, impatiently: "Tell the mast to send the woman away, Stella! This is a pretty time of night for such visitors! Some one who wants some petty office or other secured to sonic son, or brother, or sweetheart, and wants your interest in it. Augusta, and are determined to be in time. Let thein wait a little. Tell the man to send them away, Stella." "No," said Augusta; "many of these petitioners have anxious, almost break' ing hearts; I know it. The least I can do is to' hear them. Tell the man to ad- mit them, Stella. But 'even when Augusta spoke, some one without exclaimed, hurriedly, ner- vously:: ervously: "Mother! I .know that voice—I know that voice! I know it, though I have not heard it for fifteen years! It is Lady Augusta Percival's.' And when the door was opened by the footman to admit the two women who had silently followed. him, Nelly O'Leary sprang foremost; and then. hastily con- troIling 'her violent impulses, hurried nervously, Jorward and sank at the lady's feet. Augusta looked at her in extreme surprise, which was not lessened as the light of a slowsrecognition dawned in her countenance. .; "Ellen Falconer!° Dearest' . !len! can: this be really you?" she exclaimed, with dilated eyes, and arched brows. "Yes, Lady Augusta; it is I—my own wretched -self!" F "Rise, , 'dear Ellen—rise! Tell me shat is- the matter with you. Stella, wheel forward a chair here. Sit down, dear Elienr sit down. You tremble so much! A glass of water for her, Stel- la. Take it, Ellen; it will calm your nerves." Nelly had sunk into the chair offered, and Mrs. Hunter still remained stand- ing, with one hand resting upon the dressing -table. Nelly quaffed the water presented to her by the maid, returned the ;lass, and seemed somewhat calmed by the cold sedative. "Nous, tell me how I dear Ellen." Recalled from'her momentary wander- ing, Nelly sighed deeply. and said, con- tinuing her manner of address by force of habit: "I made' a mistake b,e entering this room, Lady Augusta; but now that I am here—=-" "Tell mo what I can do for you," said Mrs. Hunter, seeing that her visitor bad paused and sighed deeply. "First of all, before I dare ask any- thing else, forgive me for_ the miserable past!" "I had forgotten whether there is any- thing to forgive, and would rather not recollect," replied Mrs. Augusta, as a shadow fell upon her brow. "Well, El- len, go on."' "I said I came here in mistake. I was in search of Mrs. Hunter, the govern- or's wife. I suppose you are her vis- itor. Will you bo so kind, Lady Au- gusta, as to procure an interview for me?" Augusta regarded her with calm sur- prise, saying : "I am Mts. Hunter. knew it." "You ?" "Certainly." "Stop!" said Nelly, as a iiget full of promise seemed to break on lien. I have heard this new governor arose from the humblest of the people. Can it be possible that be is the one we once knew as Daniel Hunter of the Forge?" (To be ncen�tinued.) Grampain a Goer. Grampian 'attained a speed of 16 1-2 ?knots on steam trials at the Clyde. The vessel is 602 feet long and GO feet broad, He And his wife sobbed in silence on his shoulder. "Yes, mother; poor mother, the ag- ony is over! The governor has p omised a reprieve! I shall be pardoned, mother —pardoned for a crime 1 never commit- ted!" The clergyman took his hat to retire. "Don't go, father," said William. "Mother, this is my kind, Most excellent friend, Father Goodrich! And, sir, this is my mother, and this is Ellen, my wife, who you see has cried her eyes out for nothing." The two women arose, and the good priest shook hands with them, and then would have left the family together, but the poor mother held and clasped his hands while she thanked him in a broken voice for his kindness to her son. ,"Will is innocent, father," said Nellie, weeping afresh. The priest looked pitifully at the poor young creature, who had involuntarily, unconsciously clasped both arms around the form of her husband and was hold- ing him with a trembling pressure as if to protect him, And while he was con- sidering what to say to comfort hed, theh jealous mother's heart misinter- preted his silence and she exclaimed al- most threateningly. "Father! my son is guiltless? You know my son is guiltless!" "Of the crime imputed to him—yes— as guiltless as the angels!" said the priest. Th priest spoke hopefully, an'd Wil- liam O'Leary led the others to speak of outside things and of their plans and hopes when he should be a free man again. fico "hi) cgafig: 4o fir•'0 00 0 C a naurniption is less deadly than at used to be,. Certain relief and usually complete recovery will result from the following treatment: o Hope, rest, fresh air, and--.Scoif s Emulsion. AGI. !DRUGGI��SgqT$1,,��g!6,,0a,., AND $1.00, 0 BABY'S DANGER. More little lives are lost during the hot weather months than at any other. time of the year. In the summer menthe little ones are the victims of diarrhoea, cholera lnfantum, dysentery and stomach troubles. These come suddenly and with- out warning, and when a medicine is not at hand to give promptly the short delay, may mean death. During the hot we�» ther ,months Baby's Own Tablets should be kept in every home where there is a young child. An oe esional use ea the Tablets will prevent stomach and bowel troubles. Or if the troubles. come unawares a prompt use of this medicine will bring the child through safely. Mrs, J. Renard, New Glasgo*, Que., says: "I cannot speak too highly of Baby's Own Tablets. One of My children had a severe attack of diarrhoetti which the Tablets promptly cured." Sol4 by medicine dealers or by mail et 25 cents a box from The Dr. Williams Medi- cine Co., Brockville, Ont. GOOD HUNTING INDEED. Meeting of Deer, Mountain Lion and a Man at a Spring. Up from Esnenada de Todos Santos, Lover California. comes a hunting tale of the kind that makes the sportsman tingle. It is merely a simple incident of the old line of march from the ocean buck 200 miles to the mountains, marked ,years ago by the aboriginals, who pick- ed out the highest places for their voy- aging. It was a fish trail. That is to say, tl}e Indians went from their mountain heights to the ocean to gather sea food. The little story comes in a letter, which tells just what ahunting country it is. "While my outfit were riding along T sent the boy, with the man I had engaged on the outskirts of a growth of live oaks (this in a deep canon) and the two other men to go to the other side while I took the middle course through the oaks, where ran a lovely mountain stream. 1 had got in nearly midway when my horse pricked up his ears and eommeneed scenting and I knew some wild animal was there. "I had a Mouser pistol on a stock and. I made ready. My horse had stopped, but I urged him on and a little turn showed mea sight I shall never forget:. OPAt a pool drinking was a doe and not four feet away was a very large fawn and a little further were three bucks and two more still further on, which I could not determine at once, X had not time, because when I glanced first at the doe I saw on a ledge above what I took to be a calf, or some light yellow animal. "My second look took in the object and I sa.w a mountain lion maks ready to spring on the doe when the chance offered. He had seen the bucks and knew his finish should be make the attack. "Well, of course it was one of those breathless moments to a huntsman, t wanted a buck and I wanted that lion, and I " had to 'think quickly. "In the meantime the doe had almost laid herself down in the water and the fawn was approaching the spring. I was favored by the wind, being to windward, and they did not scent me. "One of the buoke turned and looked at me and I let him have it. Then I turned as quickly as possible to the lion, but my horse was then restless and of course I shot wild. The buck fell (only 35 or 40 yards range) and it's a, fact that if I had been off my horse probably I could have got another deer. "However, they sailed out of that place and in a few moments on the hill- side I heard them firing. It seems one of the bucks came straight on for Billy and the man, and as Billy expressed it, he 'really thought it was tame.' He got him, and then we all went for the lion as fast as we could track him. "The two otner men were standing ten or twelve feet apart on the other side of the oaks where I had sent them, and it seems the lion had made a detour and had come between them, going like blazes. They were either too frightened or too inexperienced to shoot quick enough (they were only men I had taken to do the heavy work), but my guide (not one by profession) was the hest man on the trail 1 ever saw, and between his horse and himself he finally located that eat, and it's needless to say that I shall one day show you his pelt, "Billy is too proud for words. He has gone this morning for the day only with my man for anything he can find. Yester- day afternoon coming in he shot quail after quail on the wing and many rab- bits. The quail are by the hundreds of thousands, and cotton tails and jacks,too I have arranged a coyote hunt on horse- back for to -morrow." CHAPTER IV. The last speech has been made, the last toast drunk, and the last guest has departed the State dinner is over at the Government House; and Daniel Hun- ter has sought the retirement and seclu- sion of his library, there to collect his thoughts, and compose himself, after the tumult and excitement of the day. And he sits alone for nearly half an hour. And then the door -opens and a footman enters, announeing, "Mr. Bamford, the marshal of the State," And the State's marshal enters, and advances up to the Governor, and, bawing, says: "Mr. Hunter, I crave your excellency's indulgence for my intrusion at the pres- ent hour, but my mission is one of the utmost importance." "Sir, I am very happy to see you; take a seat and let me know how. I can serve you." The marshal lays upon the table, be- fore the Governor, four cards, saying: "Sir, the gentlemen, whose names you will see upon these cards, request an audience upon a matter of life and death." The Governor lifts the cards, one by one, and reads: "William Storrs, Bishop of M—," "Robert B. Turner, Chief justice of the Supreme Court," "Major-General John Ryder, U. S. A.," and "Commodore Wal- ter P. Rutger, U. S. N." "It is the petition," said the Gover- nor. "Pray, sir, bring them, in." When they had entered, the Governor asked the prelate to read the petition. This set forth at large, and most logic- ally and eiougently, the causes why, in the opinion of the petitioners, the sen- tence of the law should not be executed upon the prisoner. 1t was signed by so large a number of persons—all of the first respectability ---that the bishop only turned the pages, and showed the Gover- nor the length of the list. When the reading was concluded, the prelate laid the document on the table, saying: "Your excellency has ;heard all we have to advance. I have only to add, on behalf of my friends here present, aucl myself, that no small interest in the fate of the prisoner would have brought us to your presence on such an errand." The Governor bowed, t'o this remark, and turning toward them all, said: "6entlenien, I . cannot too strongly avow my sense of the humanity and kindness of heart that has brought you here this night. Nor can I adequately express to you the pain I feel at being compelled to refuse your petition." can help you, I thought you with accommodation for 200 first, 350 second, and 1,400 third-class passengers. She is expected to make the trip from Glasgow to Quebec ec uu er seven days. Fruit, vegetables, or such groceries as sugar, coffee, tea, etc., should never be kept in the larder or store cupboard iqq the paper bags in which they are sent from the shops. Paper has a deleterious ef±ect. on any foodstuffs—containing much moisture of themselves—when al- lowed to come in contaet with therm, and ti, " for this reason they should be emptied Here an o pression of deep paLn emuout of the bags as soon as possible and near the two a the vlsrtoils, and wagstored lathe or tins, h.. r.. .... ...V ...:4. .. ..... K-. ... .... .. Q.eo- Vancouver's Disgrace. A mob of hoodlums, not one In ton of whom, it is safe to say, was born in Canada, have disgraced Canada in the eyes of etv!i!- zation, and have violently projected the Bo. minion into the arena of world politics. If tho cables yesterdaylc morning 'had brought the news that a riotous mob in Tokio had mobbed tho Dnglish residents, smashed their windows, thrown some of them into the sea, insulted the British consul and threatened death generally to all ,English-speaking folk, there would be no difficulty in appraising the seriousness of the situation.