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8 THE BARRIER Illustrated by DENMAN FINK CHAPTER XVII. —The Love of Po leon Doret. To the girl crouching at the stern of Runnion’a boat it seemed as if this day and night would never end. It seemed as if the procession of natural events must have ces*ed, that there was no longer. any time, for she had been suffering eteadily for hours and hours without end. and began to wonder dreamily whether she had not skipped a day in her reckoning between the time when she first beard of the strike on her claim and this present moment. It occurred to her that she was a rich girl now in her own right, and she smiled her crooked smile, as she reflected that the thing she had longed for without hope of attainment had come with confusing swiftness, and had left her unhappier than ever. . . . Would the day never come? She pulled the rugs up closer about her as the morning chill made her shiver. She found herself keeping mechanical count with the sound of the sweeps—they must be j winking good speed, she thought, and the t camp must be miles behind now. Had it been earlier in the season, when the river ran full of drift, they never could have gone thus in the dark, but the water was low and the chances of col lision so remote as to render blind travel ease Even yet she could not distinguish her oer*man except as a black bulk, for It had been a lowering flight and the approaching dawn failed to break through the blanket of cloud that hung above the great valley. He was a good boatman, however, as she gathered from the tireless regularity of his strokes. He was a silent man. too. and she was grateful for that. She snuggled down Into her blanket and tried to sleep, but she only dosed for a minute. It seemed, to find her eyes fly wide open again. So. restless and tired of her lonely vigil, she gave a premonitory cough, and said to her companion: "You must be tired rowing so stead ny— •Oh. I don’t mind it.’ he replied. At the sound of his voice she sat bolt pprlght It couldn't be-if this were Run nion, be would have spoken before! She ventured again, tremulously: , "Have you any idea what time it is?" “About J o’clock. I fancy.” “Who are you?” The question came Bke a shot. "Don t you know?" “What are you doing here, Mr. Run nton?" Tm rowing." he answered, carelessly. “Why didn’t you speak?" A vague feeling of uneasiness came over her. a suspicion that all was not right, so she waited for him to explain, and when he did not she repeated her question. “What made you keep still so long? You knew who I was?" "Well, it’s the first time I ever took you on a midnight row. and I wanted to enjoy H-” The mockery in his voice quickened her apprehension. Os a sudden the fear of being misjudged Impelled her to end this flight that had become so distasteful in a moment, preferring to face the people nt the post rather than continue her Journey with this man. ••j’ue changed my mind. Mr. Runnion,” she said. “I don’t want to go down to the Mis-. sion. I want you to take me back." “Can't do it,” he said; "the current ui too swift." “Then set me ashore and I’ll walk back. It can t be far to town." •Twenty-five miles. We've been out; about three hours." He kept on rowing« steadily and although the distance they | bad gone frightened her. she summoned . her courage to say: **Wo can make that easily enough, run j in to the bank." M. ereseyj rowing and let the boat drift ’ with dragging sweeps, filled his pipe and j lighted it. then took up bis oars again and resumed his labors. “Please do as I ask you. Mr. Runnion. I’ve .tedded I don’t want to go any far ther." He laughed, and the sound aroused ; her. "Put me ashore this minute!" she cried, indignantly. ’What do you mean?” ’You’ve got a fierce temper, haven't your’ | "Will you do it or not?” When he made no answer.except to con- : tinue the maddening monotony of his i movements, she was seised with a rash • resolve to wrench the oars out of his bands, and make a quick motion towards him. at which he shouted: “Sil down! Do you want to upset us?" The unstable craft lurched and dipped dangerously, and. realising the futility of her mad impulse, she sank back on her knees. ’Put me ashore!" “No,” he said, "not till I’m ready. Now. keep your seat or we’ll both drown; this aln t a ferry-boat.” After a few strokes, he aoded: "We’ll never get along together bnles you tame that temper." ’We’re not going to get along together. Mr Runnion—only as far as the Mission. I dare say you can tolerate me until then, can you not?" She said this bit tngiy Stark told me to board the first boat for St. Michael’s." he said, disregarding her sarcasm, "but I’ve made a few plans tu my own the last hour or so." • "St. Michael's! Mr. Stark told you— why, that’s impossible! You misunder stood him. He told you to row me to the Mission I'm going to Father Barnum's house." “No, you're not. and I didn't misunder stand him. He wants to get you outside, all right, but I reckon you’d rather go as Mrs. Runnion than as the sweetheart of Ben Stark." “Are you eraxy?" the girl cried. "Mr. Stark kindly offered to help me reach the Father at his Mission. I'm nothing to him. and I'm certainly not going to be anything to you. If I'd known you were going to row the boat. I should have Stayed at home, because I detest you.” “You'll get over that.” ’Tm not in the humor for jokes." He rested again on his oars, and said, with deliberation: “Stark 'kindly offered’ did he? Well. Whenever Ben Stark 'kindly’ offers any thing. I’m in on the play. He's had his eye on you for the last three months, and be wants you. but he slipped a cog when he gave me the oars. You needn't be afraid, though. I'm going to do the square thing by you. We’ll stop in at the Mission and be married, and then we'll nee whether we want to go to St. Mi chael's. or not. though personally I'm for going back to Flambeau." During the hours while he bad waited for Necla to discover bls identity, the man's mind had not been idle; he had de termined to take what fortune tossed into his lap. Had she been the unknown, un noticed half-breed of a month or two be fore, he would not have wasted thought upon priests or vows, but now that a strange fate had worked a change in her before the world, he accepted it. The girl's beauty, her indifference, the mistaken attitude of Stark urged him. and. strongest of all. he was drawn hy his cupidity, for she would be very rich, so the knowing ones said. Doubtless that was why Stark wanted her, and, being a man who acknowledged no fidelity to his kind or his Creator, Runnion determined to outwtt his principal. Doret, Burrell, and all the rest. It was a chance to win much at the risk of nothing, and he was too good a gambler to let it pass. With his brusque declaration Necla realized her position—that she was a By REX BEACH, Author of “THE SPOILERS" weak, lonely girl, just come into woman hood, so cursed by good looks that men wanted her, so stained by birth that they would not take her honestly; realised that she was alone with a dissolute creature and beyond help, and for the first time in her life she felt the meaning of fear. She saw what a frail and helpless thing I she was; nothing about her was great ; save her soul, and that was immeasurably I vexed and worried. She had just lived through a grief that had made her gen erous, and now she gained her first knowledge of the man-animal's gross selfishness. "You are absolutely daft." she said. “You can't force me to marry you. “I ain’t going to force you; you'll do It willingly." "I'll die first. I'll call the first man we see—l’ll tell Father Barnum. and he’ll have you run out of the country—lt would only take a word from me.” “If you haven’t changed your mind when we get to his place. I'll run through without stopping; but there isn't another priest between there and St. Mike's, and by the time we get to the mouth of the river, I guess you’ll say yes to most any thing. However, I'd rather marry you at Holy Cross if you’ll consent, and I’m pretty sure you will—when you think it over." "We won't discuss it.’ "You don't understand lev," he con tinued, slowly. "What will people say when they know you ran away with me.” "I'll tell them the truth.” "Huh! I’m too well known. No man on the river would ever have you after that.” "You—you—" Her voice was a-quiver with indignation and loathing, but her lips could not frame an epithet fit for him. He continued rowing for some time, then said: ’•Will you marry me?" "No! If this thing is ever known, Po leon will kill you—or father.” For a third time he rested on his oars. "Now that we've come to threats, let me talk. I offered to marry you and do the square thing, but if you don't want to. I'll pass up the formality and take you for my squaw, the same as your father took Alluna. I guess you're no better than your mother, so your old man can't say much under the circumstances, and if he don't object. Poleon can't. Just re member you're alone with me in the heart of a wilderness, and you've got to make a choice quick, because I'm going ashore and make some breakfast as soon as it's light enough to choose a landing-place. If you agree to come quietly and go through with this thing like a sensible girl. I’ll do what's right, but if you don’t —then I'll do what’s wrong, and maybe you won't be so damned anxious to tell your friends about this trip, or spread your story up and down the river. Make up your mind before I land." The water gurgled at t.ie bow again, and the rowlocks squeaked. Another hour and then another passed in silence be fore the girl noted that she no longer seemed to float through abysmal dark ness. but that the river showed in mud dy grayness just over the gunwale. She made out his hateful outlines, though for all else she beheld they might have been miles out upon a placid sea, and so imperceptible was the laggard day's approach that she could not measure the growing light. It was a desolate dawn, and showed no glorious gleams of color. There was no rose-pink glow, no merg ing of a thousand tints, no final burst of gleaming gold; the night merely faded away, changing to a sickly pallor that grew to ashen gray, and then dissolved the low-hung, distorted shadows a quar ter of a mile Inland on either hand Into a forbidding row of unbroken forest backed by plain, morass, and distant hills untipped by slanting rays. Overhead a bleak ruin of clouds drifted; under neath the river ran. a bilious yellow. The whole country so far as the eye could range was unmarred by the hand of man. untracked save by the feet of the crafty forest people. She saw Runnion gazing* over his shoulder in search of a shelving beach or bar, his profile showing more de based and mean than’ she had ever not iced It before. They rounded a bend where the left bank crumbled before the untiring teeth of the river, forming a bristling chevaux-de-frlse of leaning, fallen firs awash in the current. The short side of the curve, the one nearest them, protected a gravel bar that made flown-stream to a dagger-like point, and towards this Runnion propelled the skiff. The girl's heart sank and she felt her limbs grow cold. The mind of Poleon Doret worked In straight lines. Moreover, his memory was good. Stark's statement, which so upset t»ale and the Lieutenant, had a somewhat different effect upon the Frenchman, for certain facts had been Impressed upon his subconsciousness which did not entirely gibe with the gambler's remarks, and yet they were too dimly engraved to afford foundation for a definite theory. What he did know was this, that he doubted. Why? Be cause certain scraps of a disjointed con versation recurred to him. a few words which he had overheard in Stark's sa loon. something about a Peterborough canoe and a woman. He knew every skiff that lay along the waterfront, and of a sudden he decided to see if this one was where it had been at dusk; for there were but two modes of egress from Flambeau, and there was but one canoe of this type. W Necia had gone up river on the freighter, pursuit was hopeless, for no boatman could make headway against the current; but if, on the other hand, that cedar craft was gone— He ran out of Stark's house and down to the river-bank, then leaped to the shingle beneath. It was just one chance. and if he was wrong, no matter; the others would leave on the next up-river steam er; whereas. If his suspicion proved a certainty. If Stark had lied to throw them off the track, and Runnion had taken her down stream-well, Poleon wished no one to hinder him .for he would travel light. The boat was gone! He searched the line backward, but it was not there, and his excitement grew now, likewise his haste. Still on the run, he stumbled up to the trading post and around to the rear, where, bottom up, lay his own a raft, the one ho guarded jealously, a birch canoe, frail and treacherous for any but a man schooled in the ways of swift water and Indian tricks. He was very glad now that he had not told the others of his suspicions; they might have claimed the right to go, and of that he would not be cheated. He swung the - shell over his shoulders, then hurried to the bank and down the steep trail like some great, mis-shapen turtle. He laid it carefully tn the whispering current, then stripped himself with feverish ' haste, for the driving call of a hot pur suit was on him, and although It was the cold, raw hours of late night, he whipped off his garments Until he was bare to the middle. He seized his paddle, step ped in, then knelt amidships and pushed away. The birch-bark answered him like a living thing, leaping and dancing I beneath the stro.es which sprung the ’ spruce blade and boiled the water to a i foam, while rippling, rising ridges stood ! out upon his back and arms as they rose ' and fell, stretched and bent and straight ' ened. A half-luminous, opaque glow was over the waters, but the banks quickly drop ped away, until there was nothing to guide him but the suck of the current fHE ATLANTA SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, ttEUHGIA, AlLtsDAi, MARCH V, 1900. Copyrixbted. 1908. by Harper A Brother,. All right* referred. Published March. 19w>. TRAGEDY OF THE OLD FARM HOUSE, ACCUSED WIFE'S PERIL By W. G. Shepherd PALMYRA, N. Y., March In the Thaw case we saw how the death chair could throw its shadow across Broad way; in the Hains case we saw the same shadow fall across social and army ' life. In the Sampson murder case we will see [ the grim shadow darkening around a fine i old farm home. That murder should creep Into such peaceful surroundings and into the lives of such gentle folk as the Sampsons and the Allyns of the little old town of Pal- , myra seems incomprehensible. The father of the Sampson family was brother of the famous Rear Admiral. Sampson, who died of a broken heart be- p— -1 —n FOUND FMSRF' ajsAriPsor L; ! ' lz > st nt I 7/7 U" I** I V kBT S J dido.' 1 , 7 QjT CnT”*• ’ / 0TALLYH §|IH : WjSw ~- e -/^xP p* H scene y MURDER nßfi faatik 710THER or GEORGIA cause he was not at the naval battle of Santiago. The Allynp trace their ancestry back to four splendid brothers who were killed in the same battle in the Revolu tionary war. But the soul of a quiet, gentle farm home is shortly to be torn to pieces for analysis in the courts of Wayne county. New York, to prove that Georgia Allyn Sampson, the attractive, well bred, well educated girl-wife of Harry Sampson, did not murder her husband. Every habit, custom, secret, ail the blessed, sweet little intimate things that make home life almost sacred, are to be laid before the gaze of the jury and the public to save this frightened girl from the electric chair. This Is the story: Hafry Sampson, nephew of the late Rear Admiral Sampson, five years ago. when he was 22, met Georgia Allyn, then 19. It was love at first sight, and within six months, while on a sleigh ride, they were married at a parsonage. Harry left the home of his father, Geo. A. Sampson, in the town of Palmyra, and went into the country to live in the home of his father-in-law, Frank Allyn. It is a and the sight of the dim-set stars. His haste now became something crying that lashed him fiercely, for he seemed to be standing still, and so began to mutter at the crawling stream and to complain of his thews, which did not drive him fast enough, only the sound he made was more like the whine of a hound in leach or a wolf that runs with hot nostrils close to the earth. Runnion drove his Peterborough to wards the shore with powerful strokes, and ran its nose up on the gravel, rose, stretched himself, and dragged it farther out, then looked down at Necia. “Well, what is it, yes or no? Do you want me for a husband, or for a mas ter?” She cowered in the stern, a pale, fearful creature. Anally murmuring: “You—you must give me time." "Not an another hour. Here's where you declare yourself; and remember, I don't care which you choose, only you'd better be sensible.” She cast her despairing eyes up and down the river, then at the wilderness on either shore; but it was as silent and unpeopled as if It had been created that morning. She must have time; she would temporize, pretending to yield, and then betray him to the first comer; a promise exacted under duress would not be bind ing. "I'll go quietly,” she said, In a faint voice. "I knew you'd see that I’m acting square. Come! Get the cramp out of yourself while I make a pot of coffee." He held out his hand to assist her, and she accepted it, but stumbled as she lose, for she had been crouched in one position for several hours, and her limbs were stiff. He caught her and swung her ashore; then, instead of putting her feet to the ground, he pressed her to himself roughly and kissed her. She gave a stifled cry and fought him off, but he laughed and held her the closer. "Ain't 1 good for one kiss? Say, this is the deuce of an engagement. Come, now—” “No, no, no!” she gasped, writhing like a wild thing; but he crushed his lips to hers again and then let her go, whereup on she drew away from him panting, dishevelled, her eyes wide and filled with horror. She scrubbed her lips with the back of her hand, as if to erase his mark, while he reached into the canoe and brought forth an axe. a bundle of sod and a coffee-pot; then, still chuckling, he gathered a few sticks of driftwood and built a fire. She had a blind instinct to flee, and sought for a means of es cape, but they were well out upon the bar that stretched a distance of three hundred feet to the wooded bank; on one side of the narrow spit was the scarcely moving, half stagnant water of a tiny bay or eddy, on the other, the swift, gliding current tugging at the beached canoe, while the outer end of the gravelled ridge dwindled down to nothing I and disappeared into the river. At sight ' of the canoe a thought struck her, but her face must have shown some sign of it, for the man chanced to look at the moment, and. seeing her expression, i straightened himself, then gazed about searchingly. Without a word, he stepped to the boat, and, seizing it, dragged it entirely out upon the bar, where her strength would not be equal to shoving It off quickly, and. not content with this, he made the painter fast, then went back to his fire. The eagerness died out of her face, but an instant later, when he turned to the clearer water of the eddy to fill the coffee-pot, she se'jed her chance and sped up the bar toward the bank. The shingle under foot and her noisy skirts betrayed her, and with an oath he followed. It was an unequal race, and he handled her with rough, strong hands when he overtook her. “So! You lied to me! Well, I'm through with this foolishness. If you'll go back on your word like this you’ll ’bawl me cut’ before the priest, so I'll forget my promise, too, and you'!! be glad of the chance to marry me.” * "Let me go!" she panted. "I’ll marry you. Yes, yes, I’ll do it, only don’t touch me now!" : He led her back to the fire, which had begun to crackle. She was so weak now I that she sank upon the stones shivering. HARRY OAHKKTi Key to diagram: Broken line shows path Harry Sampson took af ter he left the sink, where he said he had rather die than live with Geor gia, until he reached the point where he fell dead. A is pantry where the shooting occurred. Bis the stairway leading to the upper floor, where Georgia’s father had sent he r. fine, magnificent old farm- The father and Carl and Frank, his sons, together with plenty of hired men, operated it. The young couple brought new cheer to the home and all were happy when, three years ago, a little girl baby came into the side of the house that the old folks had set apart for the young couple. The baby died within nine weeks and the kindly old grandma sent the bereaved little mother to the Bible for comfort. But somehow even the Bible didn’t help. Georgia sought relief in social ac tivities. She went often to parties and fairs. But there was no evil said against her. One day Georgia received a note from Robert Manson, of Rochester, an old friend. This note asked Georgia and a girl friend of hers to meet Manson at Buffalo and spend a day at Niagara Falls. It has subsequently developed that Man son had in mind the courtship of the oth er girl. But Harry couldn’t understand it. The fateful Sunday morning of Novem ber 1, 1908, came upon the Allyn home. The day before the moody Harry was an gry, and quarreled with Georgia. When Harry arose Sunday morning he was still angry. The letter still bothered him. Tbil morning he took it to Mrs. Allyn "Tkat’s right! Sit down and behave while I make you something hot to drink. You're all in.” After a time he continued, as he busied himself about his task: "Say, you ought to be glad to get me; I've got a lot of money, or will have, and once you're Mrs. Runnion, nobody'll ever know about this or think of you as a squaw." He talked to her while he wait ed for the water to boll, his assurance robbing her of ho/e, for she saw he was stubborn and reckless. determined to override her will as well as to conquer her body, while under his creed, the creed of his kind, a woman was made from the /db of man for his service. He conveyed it to her plainly. He ruled horses with a hard hand, he drove his dog teams with a biting lash, and he mastered women with a similar lack of feeling or consideration. He was still talking when the girl sprang to her feet and sent a shrill cry out over the river, but Instantly he was up and upon her, his hand over her mouth, while she tore at it, screaming the name of Poleon Doret. He silenced her to a smothered, sobbing mumble, and turned to see, far out on the bosom of the great soiled river, a man In ,a bark canoe. The craft had just swung Y>ast the bend above, and was still a long way off—so far away, in fact, \ that Ne ele's signal had not reached it, for Its occupant held unwaveringly to the swiftest channel, his body rising and falling in the smooth, unending rhythm of a master-boatman under great haste, his arms up-flung now and then, as tne paddle glinted and flashed arcoss to the opposite side. Continued in Next Issue READ THIS! DOTHAN, Ala.—We have been selling the Texas Wonder for years,’ and recom mend it to any one suffering with any kidney trouble as being the best remedy we ever sold. J. B. YOUNG. Sold by all druggists. Price $1 by mall from St. Louis. **• MEETS COUSIN tIRST TIME !N FIFIY FIVE YEARS MOBILE, Ala., March 6.—Alexander Speer, a well known United States cus toms officer of this city, met Philip Do remus, of Montclair, N.J., his cousin, yesterday for the first time in fifty-five ; years. The last meeting was when Mr. Spear ■ was attending school in New York state. Doremus is 84 years old and met his relative by accident. The meeting of the two men was very affecting. GEORGIA. Fulton County—By virtue of an order from the court ot ordinary of Fulton county, granted at the March term, 1909, of said court, there will be sold at public out ! cry on the first Tuesday In April, 1909, at !the courthouse door m said eounty, between the legal hours of sale, the following tract of land lying and being in the city of Atlanta, i being part of city lot one hundred and eigh i teen (118) of land lot seventy-eight (78) of ' the fourteenth (14th) district of originally > Henry, now Fulton county, Georgia, more par : tlcularly described as follows: I Beginning at a point on the northeast side of Walton street one hundred (100) feet south j eastwardly from the point formed by the in tersection of the northeast side of Walton street, with the southeast side of Magnolia ■ (formerly Caln) street at the corner of John H. Bullocks lot ajid running thence south eastwardly along the northeast side of Wal -1 ton street one hundred (100) feet, more or less, ,to the Ivy property; thence northeastwardly i along said Ivy property one hundred and i ninety-three (193) feet, more or less, to lot of Arthur L. Jennings; thence north»astward ' ly along property of said Jennings and Mrs. i Julia A. Hyatt one hundred (100) feet, more lor less, to A. S. Taylor’s property; thence (southeastwardly along the lines of said Tay lor and Mrs. Sterling and the said Bullock lot one hundred and ninety-three (193) feet, I more or less, to point of beginning. The same being all of said city lot one hun i dred and eighteen (118) except a lot fronting • one hundred (100) feet, more or less, on Luckie street and extending back elghty-flve (85) feet, heretofore sold by Z. A. Rice to Julia W. Welborn. Terms of sale, one-fifth cash, balance In five equal annual payments, deferred payments to bear 6 per cent interest. This March a, 1909. PARKER M. RICE, JOHN W. RICE, Administrator* of Estate of Z. A. Rice, Deceased. and she told him, in sympathy, that it was a letter no marled woman should receive. As Frank Allyn departed for the cream ery with the milk, Harry, who was at the sink in his own kitchen, said to him: "You take my things. I won’t live with this girl any longer. I'll die first." Was this a suicide's threat? The jury is to decide. Before leaving, Mr. Allyn ordered his daughter to go upstairs, and told Frank not to do anything until he had come back from the creamery. “We’ll talk It over then,” he said. Georgia went upstairs. A few moments afterward Mrs. Allyn, who was on the other side of the house, heard a screaming. It sounded like a man crying, "Oh, oh, oh!” She ran to the front room and met Harry. ’ His hands were folded across his breast. He was gasping and stagger ing. Then he fell, full length on the floor at her feet, dead. A 22-callber rifle bullet had stopped his heart. 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Pre sumably the bill was prompted by Gover nor Magoon’s final address, although he had been here more than two years with out acting in the matter. Possibly congress doesn’t know that the wreck of the Maine doesn’t belong to the United States. During tha first Amerfban occupancy of some three years absolute ly nothing was done to raise the Maine, and when the provisional government withdrew the new republic of Cuba was informed that the United States relin quished all claims to the wreck. Presum ably the dead sailors went with the ship. The Cuban government advertised the wreck for sale, to be removed by the pur chaser. One man bought It, or went through the form of buying it, paying a small amount down. Then he proceeded to organise a stock company to capitalize his venture. It was proposed to raise the Maine, peddle the small bits of wreck age for relics, and tote the ship from har bor to harbor, as a sort of patriotic mus eum, but for private gain. A great deal of the stock was sold, but the govern ment of Cuba never received any further payments, and the Maine and her dead sailors reverted to the ownership of the Cuban government. Nothing has been done about the mat ter since. Presumably, if the American government begged the wreck It would be turned over. But ft will have to bo begged or bought before the Ui/ted States can obtain possession of ft, and Americans over here are astonished at the bill just introduced, which assumes that the Maine belongs to America.