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39689-8-7 | Gutenberg | 9,972 | The story Prendergast had
told in the general store, too, had not been forgotten, and the aid she
had given the fever-stricken man had acquired a new significance in face
of the knowledge that she had more than once been admitted to the jail
with Felder. No one in Smoky Mountain would have ventured to "pump" the
lawyer... | 2,045 | gutenberg_chunkingprocessed_en-00013-of-00052-a66a5e317603bb21_140401 | 362 |
39689-8-7 | Gutenberg | 9,972 | It had been one thing to do the
very best possible for a presumptively guilty man--to get him off
against the evidence if he could; it was a vastly different thing to
defend one whom he believed actually guiltless against damning
circumstance. With the filling of the jury-box the court adjourned for an hour and
Doctor ... | 2,275 | gutenberg_chunkingprocessed_en-00013-of-00052-a66a5e317603bb21_140402 | 388 |
39689-8-7 | Gutenberg | 9,972 | The two
had finally quarrelled and Prendergast had taken up his abode in the
town. Subsequent to this, the latter had been heard to make dark
insinuations, unnoted at the time but since grown significant, hinting
at criminal knowledge of the prisoner. The close of this chapter had
been Prendergast's dismal end in the g... | 2,231 | gutenberg_chunkingprocessed_en-00013-of-00052-a66a5e317603bb21_140403 | 384 |
39689-8-7 | Gutenberg | 9,972 | No motive had been alleged for the
killing of Moreau by the prisoner, but Prendergast had had motive enough
in his accusation. It had been open knowledge that he hated Hugh Stires,
and his own character made it evident that he would not have scrupled to
fasten a murder upon him. But as Felder studied the twelve grave f... | 2,199 | gutenberg_chunkingprocessed_en-00013-of-00052-a66a5e317603bb21_140404 | 384 |
39689-8-7 | Gutenberg | 9,972 | But this faded to a settled pallor, as under
Felder's grave questioning she told in a voice as clear as a child's,
yet with a woman's emotion struggling through it, the story of her
disregarded warning. While she spoke pain and shame travelled through
his every vein, for--though technically she had not brought herself ... | 2,332 | gutenberg_chunkingprocessed_en-00013-of-00052-a66a5e317603bb21_140405 | 395 |
39689-8-7 | Gutenberg | 9,972 | She had realized the value of that one unvarnished
fact, introduced so effectively--that he had had time to get away, and
instead had chosen to surrender himself. Yet even as she thrilled to the responsive current, Jessica had not been
deceived. She felt the pitiful impotence of mere sympathy against the
apparent weigh... | 2,203 | gutenberg_chunkingprocessed_en-00013-of-00052-a66a5e317603bb21_140406 | 394 |
39689-8-7 | Gutenberg | 9,972 | In the unseeing darkness
Harry had held the white carnation to his lips before he drew its stem
through his lapel. The street preacher's jaw dropped in blank astonishment, for what he saw
before him brought irresistibly back another scene that, months before,
had bit into his mind. The judge's high desk turned instantl... | 2,323 | gutenberg_chunkingprocessed_en-00013-of-00052-a66a5e317603bb21_140407 | 399 |
39689-8-7 | Gutenberg | 9,972 | The judge frowned. The jury looked at one another and a
laugh ran round the hushed room. The merriment kindled the evangelist's distempered passion. Sudden anger
flamed in him. He leaned forward and shook his hand vehemently at the
table where Harry sat, his face as colorless as the flower he wore. "That man's name," h... | 2,309 | gutenberg_chunkingprocessed_en-00013-of-00052-a66a5e317603bb21_140408 | 393 |
39689-8-7 | Gutenberg | 9,972 | With Hugh passed beyond human justice, he could declare
himself. The bishop had guarded his secret, and saved the parish from an
unwelcome scandal. He could explain--could tell him that illness and
unbalance lay beneath that chapel game! He could take up his career! He
would be free to go back--to be himself again--to ... | 2,225 | gutenberg_chunkingprocessed_en-00013-of-00052-a66a5e317603bb21_140409 | 388 |
39689-8-8 | Gutenberg | 9,996 | He glumly gathered his
scattered papers, put with them the leaf of the newspaper from which the
district attorney had read, and despatched the lot to his office by a
messenger. At the door of the court-house Doctor Brent slipped an arm through his. "Too bad, Tom," he said sympathizingly. "I don't think you quite
deserv... | 2,230 | gutenberg_chunkingprocessed_en-00013-of-00052-a66a5e317603bb21_140410 | 390 |
39689-8-8 | Gutenberg | 9,996 | For my part, I'm
sure I wish you might get him off. She loves him, and doesn't care who
sees it, and if he were as bad as the worst, a woman like that could
make a man of him. But I know juries. In towns like this they take
themselves pathetically in earnest. On the evidence so far, they'll
convict fast enough."
"I kn... | 2,194 | gutenberg_chunkingprocessed_en-00013-of-00052-a66a5e317603bb21_140411 | 394 |
39689-8-8 | Gutenberg | 9,996 | Jessica's quivering
arraignment on that lurid wedding-day in the white house in the
aspens--it had been engraven ever since on his buried memory!--rang in
his mind:
_You were strong and he was weak. You led and he followed. You were
"Satan Sanderson," Abbot of the Saints, the set in which he learned
gambling. You help... | 2,146 | gutenberg_chunkingprocessed_en-00013-of-00052-a66a5e317603bb21_140412 | 397 |
39689-8-8 | Gutenberg | 9,996 | I have trusted all the while, and waited, and--and
prayed. But to-day I was afraid."
She paused, locking her hands before her, looking at him in an agony of
entreaty. When she had fled from the court-room to the open air, she had
walked straight away toward the mountain, struggling in the cool wind
and motion against ... | 2,134 | gutenberg_chunkingprocessed_en-00013-of-00052-a66a5e317603bb21_140413 | 393 |
39689-8-8 | Gutenberg | 9,996 | But in the self-torture
of her questionings she paid no heed. "Don't you think I suffer? Haven't I borne enough in the months since I
married you, for you to want to save me this? Do you owe me nothing, me
whom you so wronged, whose--"
She stopped suddenly at the look on his face of mortal pain, for she had
struck har... | 1,958 | gutenberg_chunkingprocessed_en-00013-of-00052-a66a5e317603bb21_140414 | 394 |
39689-8-8 | Gutenberg | 9,996 | "'_He saved others_,'" she quoted in a hard voice, "'_himself he could
not save!_' I once heard a minister preach from that text at home; it
was your friend, the Reverend Henry Sanderson. I thought it a very
spiritual sermon then--that was before I knew what his companionship had
been to you!"
In the exclamation was t... | 2,210 | gutenberg_chunkingprocessed_en-00013-of-00052-a66a5e317603bb21_140415 | 392 |
39689-8-8 | Gutenberg | 9,996 | At
college he did what he did too openly. That was his failing--not caring
what others thought. He despised weakness in others; he thought it none
of his affair. So others were influenced. But after he came to see
things differently, from another standpoint--when he went into the
ministry--he would have given the world... | 2,192 | gutenberg_chunkingprocessed_en-00013-of-00052-a66a5e317603bb21_140416 | 393 |
39689-8-8 | Gutenberg | 9,996 | She groped her way up the unlighted stair and tapped on the
door. There was no answer. She pushed it open and entered the empty
outer room, where a study lamp burned on the desk. A pile of legal looking papers had been set beside it and with them lay
a torn page of a newspaper whose familiar caption gave her a stab of
... | 2,100 | gutenberg_chunkingprocessed_en-00013-of-00052-a66a5e317603bb21_140417 | 398 |
39689-8-8 | Gutenberg | 9,996 | To the original owner of that cross, perhaps, the date that
had come into Hugh's life with such a sinister meaning, was a glad
anniversary! Suddenly she caught her hand to her cheek. A weird idea had rushed
through her brain. The religious symbol had stood for Harry Sanderson
and the chance coincidence of date had irre... | 2,197 | gutenberg_chunkingprocessed_en-00013-of-00052-a66a5e317603bb21_140418 | 382 |
39689-8-8 | Gutenberg | 9,996 | James only "as sounding brass and a
tinkling cymbal." He had been a hard drinker in those days. What if the
old desire had run on beneath the fair exterior, denied and repressed
till it had burst control--till he had fled from those who knew him, to
Hugh, in whose loyalty he trusted, to give it rein in a debauch? Say
t... | 2,165 | gutenberg_chunkingprocessed_en-00013-of-00052-a66a5e317603bb21_140419 | 394 |
39689-8-8 | Gutenberg | 9,996 | One
purpose possessed her: to confront Harry Sanderson. What matter though
she missed the remainder of the trial? She could do nothing--her hands
were tied. If the truth lay at Aniston she would find it. She thought no
further than this. Once in Harry Sanderson's presence, what she should
say or do she scarcely imagine... | 2,249 | gutenberg_chunkingprocessed_en-00013-of-00052-a66a5e317603bb21_140420 | 395 |
39689-8-8 | Gutenberg | 9,996 | Only
the surgeons came and went, deftly refreshing the bandages which swathed
one side of his face, where the disfiguring flame had smitten--the other
side was untouched, save for a line across the brow, seemingly a thin,
red mark of excoriation. Hugh had sunk into unconsciousness with the awestruck exclamation
ringing... | 2,158 | gutenberg_chunkingprocessed_en-00013-of-00052-a66a5e317603bb21_140421 | 373 |
39689-8-8 | Gutenberg | 9,996 | But the bishop
distinguished new lines in the face on the pillow, an expression
unfamiliar and puzzling; the firmness and strength were gone, and in
their place was a haunting something that gave him a flitting suggestion
of the discarded that he could not shake off. Waking, the unexpected sight of the bishop startled ... | 2,114 | gutenberg_chunkingprocessed_en-00013-of-00052-a66a5e317603bb21_140422 | 383 |
39689-8-8 | Gutenberg | 9,996 | That day he said to
the surgeon in charge:
"He is gaining so rapidly, I have been wondering if he couldn't be taken
away where the climate will benefit him. Will he be able to travel
soon?"
"I think so," answered the surgeon. "We suspected internal injury at
first, but I imagine the worst he has to fear is the disfig... | 2,013 | gutenberg_chunkingprocessed_en-00013-of-00052-a66a5e317603bb21_140423 | 373 |
39689-8-8 | Gutenberg | 9,996 | You are almost out of my clutches, and I must tyrannize while I can."
A quick look passed from him to his assistant as he spoke, for the
newspapers that afternoon had worn startling head-lines. The sordid
affairs of a mining town across the ranges had little interest for
Aniston, but the names of Stires and Moreau on ... | 2,086 | gutenberg_chunkingprocessed_en-00013-of-00052-a66a5e317603bb21_140424 | 363 |
39689-8-8 | Gutenberg | 9,996 | But he realized that it
would need all her courage to come back to this town whence she had fled
with her trouble--to lay bare an unsuspected and shameful secret, to
meet old friends, and answer questions that must be asked. The
newspapers to-day pictured a still worse shame for her, in the position
of the man who, in ... | 2,200 | gutenberg_chunkingprocessed_en-00013-of-00052-a66a5e317603bb21_140425 | 384 |
39689-8-8 | Gutenberg | 9,996 | He had gone to bed heavy with
discouragement and had waked in the morning with foreboding. As he shook hands with the prisoner in the packed court-room, Felder
felt a keen admiration that his sense of painful impotence could not
overlay. He read in the composed face the same prescience that possessed
him, but it held n... | 2,290 | gutenberg_chunkingprocessed_en-00013-of-00052-a66a5e317603bb21_140426 | 391 |
39689-8-8 | Gutenberg | 9,996 | Her faith had
meant so much! The ominous feeling weighed heavily on Felder when he rose to continue
the testimony for the prisoner, so rudely disturbed the evening before. In such a community pettifogging was of no avail. Throwing expert dust
in jurors' eyes would be worse than useless. In his opening words he
made no ... | 2,384 | gutenberg_chunkingprocessed_en-00013-of-00052-a66a5e317603bb21_140427 | 393 |
39689-8-8 | Gutenberg | 9,996 | The session was prolonged past the noon hour, and when Felder rested his
case it seemed that all that was possible had been said. He had done his
utmost. He had drawn from the people of Smoky Mountain a dramatic story,
and had filled in its outlines with color, force and feeling. And yet,
as he closed, the lawyer felt ... | 2,163 | gutenberg_chunkingprocessed_en-00013-of-00052-a66a5e317603bb21_140428 | 396 |
39689-8-8 | Gutenberg | 9,996 | At a farther station, however, she was able to
take a night train back, arriving again at Twin Peaks in the gray dawn
of the next morning. At the dingy station hotel there she undressed and
lay down, but her nerves were quivering and she could not close her
eyes. Toward noon she dressed and forced herself to breakfast,... | 1,979 | gutenberg_chunkingprocessed_en-00013-of-00052-a66a5e317603bb21_140429 | 373 |
39689-8-8 | Gutenberg | 9,996 | Perhaps,
remembering their old comradeship, she was longing now to have this
influence exerted, to bring Hugh to a better mind--thinking of his
eternal welfare, of his making his peace with his Maker. Beneath his
prosy churchmanship and somewhat elaborate piety, the bishop had a
spirituality almost medieval in its simp... | 2,182 | gutenberg_chunkingprocessed_en-00013-of-00052-a66a5e317603bb21_140430 | 372 |
39689-8-8 | Gutenberg | 9,996 | In spite of all the past--the
shameful, conscienceless past and her own wrong--she loved and believed
in her husband! Hugh's hand lifted, wavered an instant before his brow. Did she say he
was innocent? "I don't--understand," he said hoarsely. Jessica's wide eyes fastened on his as though to search his secret soul. "I ... | 2,224 | gutenberg_chunkingprocessed_en-00013-of-00052-a66a5e317603bb21_140431 | 393 |
39689-8-8 | Gutenberg | 9,996 | "Do not ask me!"
The bishop had risen in alarm; he thought her hysterical. "Jessica! Jessica!" he exclaimed. He threw his arm about her and led her from the
couch. "You don't know what you are saying. You are beside yourself." He
forced her into the drawing-room and made her sit down. She was tense
and quivering. The ... | 2,150 | gutenberg_chunkingprocessed_en-00013-of-00052-a66a5e317603bb21_140432 | 397 |
39689-8-8 | Gutenberg | 9,996 | She rose stumblingly, the train quivering to the
brakes, as the bishop entered. "This is Smoky Mountain," she said with numb lips. "That is the building
where he is being tried. I am going there now."
The bishop opened the door. "We stop here twenty minutes," he said. "I
will walk a little way with you."
CHAPTER X... | 2,018 | gutenberg_chunkingprocessed_en-00013-of-00052-a66a5e317603bb21_140433 | 370 |
39689-8-8 | Gutenberg | 9,996 | He would be
doubly blood-guilty! In the awful moment while he clung to the iron bars 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 ... | 2,095 | gutenberg_chunkingprocessed_en-00013-of-00052-a66a5e317603bb21_140434 | 389 |
39689-8-9 | Gutenberg | 3,339 | The question it asked--the only question it
asked--was, did he kill Moreau? They might be loath to believe the same
man capable of such contradictory acts--the courageous saving of a child
from death, for example, and the shooting down of a fellow-mortal in
cold blood--but it had been truly said that such contrasts wer... | 2,154 | gutenberg_chunkingprocessed_en-00013-of-00052-a66a5e317603bb21_140435 | 382 |
39689-8-9 | Gutenberg | 3,339 | He would lie in the little jail
yard in a felon's grave, and Hugh in the cemetery on the hill, beneath a
marble monument erected by St. James Parish to the Reverend Henry
Sanderson. He was in an _impasse_. In the dock, or in the cell with the
death-watch sitting at its door, it was all one. He had elected the
path, and... | 2,135 | gutenberg_chunkingprocessed_en-00013-of-00052-a66a5e317603bb21_140436 | 399 |
39689-8-9 | Gutenberg | 3,339 | The words he had
then said aloud recurred to him: "If I am delivered, it must be by some
way of Thine Own that I can not conceive, for I can not help myself." He
was powerless to help himself still. He had given over his life into the
keeping of a Power in which his better manhood had trusted. If it
exacted the final t... | 2,221 | gutenberg_chunkingprocessed_en-00013-of-00052-a66a5e317603bb21_140437 | 398 |
39689-8-9 | Gutenberg | 3,339 | The door
was shut, but through the panels, from the court-room, came the murmur
of many wondering voices. By the sofa on which lay the man who had made
expiation stood the bishop and Harry Sanderson. Jessica knelt beside it,
and the judge and those who stood with him in the background knew that
the curtain was falling ... | 2,013 | gutenberg_chunkingprocessed_en-00013-of-00052-a66a5e317603bb21_140438 | 360 |
39689-8-9 | Gutenberg | 3,339 | CHAPTER L
WHEN DREAMS COME TRUE
There came a day when the brown ravines of Smoky 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
and stirred to the touch of their golden lover, and the silver water
gushing... | 2,229 | gutenberg_chunkingprocessed_en-00013-of-00052-a66a5e317603bb21_140439 | 393 |
39689-8-9 | Gutenberg | 3,339 | He shut the door of his cabin and, whistling to his dog, climbed the
steep path, where the wrinkled creeper flung its new 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. The Prodigal ha... | 2,187 | gutenberg_chunkingprocessed_en-00013-of-00052-a66a5e317603bb21_140440 | 376 |
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