The Independent. (Cashion, Okla.), Vol. 14, No. 37, Ed. 1 Thursday, January 19, 1922 Page: 2 of 8
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COPYRIGHT I3V SIR. GILBERT PARKED
Sheila smiled painfully. "Yes, mnd
«nd hopeless, for be sure of this: We
cannot kill In one day the growth of
year®. 1 could not cure myself of lov
lng him by marrying you. There had
to be some other cure for that. I
never knevr and never loved my fa
ther. Hut he was my father, and If
Mr. Calhoun killed him 1 could not
marry him. Hut at lust I came to
know that your love and nfTectlon
could not make me forget him—no,
never. I realize that now. He and
I can never come together, but I owe
him so much—I owe him my life, for
lie saved It; he must ever have a |Jace
In my heart, be to me more than any
one else can be. I want you to do
something for him."
"What do you wish?",
"I want you to have removed from
him the sentence of the Hrltlsh gov
ernment. I want him to be free to
come and go anywhere In the world—
to return to England If he wishes It,
to be a free man and not a victim of
outlawry. I want that, and you ought
fcn give It to him."
Lord Mallow was angry and discon-
certed, but he did not show it. "I can
do no more than I have done. I have
not confined him to his plantation as
the government commanded; I cannot
go beyond that."
"You can put his caso from the
standpoint of a patriot."
For a moment the governor hesi-
tated, then he said: "Because you
"I want It done for his sake, not for
mine," she returned with decision.
"You owe It to yourself to see that It
Is dofie. Gratitude Is not dead In you,
Lord Mallow flushed. "You press
his case too hard. You forget what
he is—a mutineer and a murderer,
and no one should remember that as
"He has atoned for both and you
know It well. Besides, he was not a
murderer. Even the courfs did not
say he was. They only said he was
guilty of manslaughter. Oh, your hon-
or, be as gallant as your name and
He looked at her for a moment with
strange feelings In his heart. Then
he said: "I will give you an answer
In twenty-four hours. Will that do,
"It might do," she murmured, and,
strange to say, she had a sure feeling
that he would say yes, In spite of her
knowledge that In his heart of hearts
be hated Calhoun.
As she left the room, Lord MaUow
stood for a moment looking after her.
"She loves the rogue In spite of all!"
be said bitterly. "But she must come
with me. They are apart as the poles.
Yet I shall do us she wishes if 1 am
to win her."
The Coming of Noreen.
The next day came a new element
In the situation: A ship arrived from
Knglaud. On It was one who had
come to Jamaica to act as governess
to two children of the ofl'uer com-
manding the regular troops In the
Island. She had been 111 for a wec'j
before nearlng Kingston, and when
the Itegent reached the hnrhor sh«>
was In a bad way. The ship's doctor
wns despondent over her; but he was
a second-rate man, and felt that per-
haps an Island doctor might give her
some hope. When she was carried
ashore she was at once removed to
the home of the general commanding
at Spanish Town, and there a local
do<*tor saw her. She was thin and
worn and her eyes only told of the
struggle going on between life and
"What Is her name?" nsked the resi-
dent doctor. %
"Noreen Balfe," was the reply of the
shtp's doctor. "A p®d old Irish name,
though you ean see she comes of the
lower ranks of life. I leave her In
your hands. I'm a ship's medico, and
she's now ashore."
As they left tlie room together they
Inet Sheila and one of the daughters
of the house. "I've come to see the
sick woman from the ship if 1 may,"
Sheila said. "I've Just hbnrd about
her and I'd like to be of use."
The resident doctor looked at her
with admiration. She was the most
conspicuous figure In the Island, and
her beautv was a fine support to her
wealth and reputation. It was like
her to be kind In this frank way.
"You can be of great use If you
wUl," he said. "The fever Is not In-
fectious, I'm glad to say. So you need
have no fear of being with her—on
account of others."
"I have no fear," responded Sheila
with a friendly sn:lle. "and I will go to
her now—no. If /ou don't mind, I'd
prefer to go alone,'" she added as she
paw the doctor was coming with her.
The eyes of Mju sick woman opened
and looked at Sheila. There shot Into
them a look of horror and relief In
one, 'i such a thing might he A sud-
den energy Inspired her and she drew
herself up In bed, her face gone
"You are Sheila Boyne, aren't you?"
she asked In a low, haJf guttural note.
"1 am Sheila Ll.vn," was the aston-
"It's the same thing," came the re-
sponse. "You are the daughter of
Sheila turned pale. Who was this
woman that knew her ami her history?
"What Is your name?" she asked—
"your real name—what Is It?"
"My name Ik Noreen Balfe; It was
For a moment Sheila could not get
her bearings. The heavy scent of the
flowers coining In lit the window al-
most suffocated her. She seemed to
lose a grip of herself. Presently she
made an effort at composure. "No-
reen Boyne! You were, then, the sec-
ond wife of Krrls Boyne?"
"I was bis second wife. His first
wife was your mother—you are like
your mother!" Noreen said in agita-
The meaning was clear. Sheila laid
a sharp hand on herself. "Don't get
excited," she urged with kindly feel-
ing. "He Is dead and gone."
"Yes, he Is (lend ami gone."
For a moment Noreen seemed to
fight for mastery of her stark emotion,
and Sheila said, "Lie stui. It is uii
over. He cannot huht us now."
The other shook her head In protest.
"I came here to forget and I find you
"You find more than his daughter;
you find his first wife, and you find
the one that killed him."
"The one tlint killed him!" said the
woman greatly troubled. "How did
you know that?"
"All the world knows It. He was
In prison four years and since then
be has been a mutineer, a treasure-
hunter, a planter and a savior of these
The sick woman fell back In exhaus-
tion. At that moment the servant en-
tered with a pitcher of lime Juice.
Sheila held a glass of the liquid to
the stark Hps.
"Drink," she said In a Jow, kind
voice, and she poured slowly Into the
patient's mouth the cooling draught.
A moment later Noreen raised herself
"All are here that matter," she said.
"And I came to forget!"
"What do you remember?" asked
"I remember all—how lie died !"
Suddenly Sheila hail a desire to
shriek aloud. This woman—did this
woman then see Krrls Boyne die?
Was she present when the deed was
"How did he die?" she asked In n
w h lsper.
"One stroke did It—only one, and
he"fell like a log." She made a mo-
tion as of striking, and shuddered,
covered her eyes with trembling hands.
"You tell me you saw Dyek Calhoun
'I Killed Himl I Killed Him!
do this to an undefended man—you
tell me this!"
Shellu's ,i\nger was Justified In her
mind. That Dyek Calhoun should
"I did not see Dyek Calhoun strike
him," gasped the woman. "I did not
say that. Dyek Calhoun did not kill
"My God—oh, my God!" said Sheila
with ashen lips, hut a great light
breaking In her eyes. "Dyek Calhoun
did not kill Krrls Boyne I Then, who
There was a moment's pause, then.
"2 killed biin," said the woinun In ag
ony. "I killed him."
A terrible repi^u^1M
Afier a moment she said In agitation:
"You killed him—you struck him
down! Yet you let an Innocent man
go to prison, and be kept there for
years, and his father go to his grave
with shame, with estates ruined and
home lost—and you were the guilty
one—you! all the time."
"It was part of my madness. I was
u coward and 1 thought then there
were reasons why-1 should feel no pity
for Dyek Calhoun. His father Injured
mine—oh, badly! But I wus u coward,
and I've paid the price."
A kinder feeling now took hold of
Sheila. After all, what the woman
hud done gave happiness Into her—
Sheilu's bauds. It relieved Dyek Cal-
houn of shame and disgrace. A Jail-
bird he wus still, but an Innocent Jail-
bird. He had not killed Krrls Boyne.
Besides, it wiped out forever the bar-
rier between them. All her blind (le-
wd ion to the man was now Justified.
His name and fame were clear. Her
repugnance of the woman was as noth-
ing beside her splendid feeling of re-
lief. It was as though the gates of
hell had been closed und the curtains
of heaven drawn for the eyes to see.
Six years of horrible shame wiped
out. and a new world was before her
l'hls woman who bad killed Krrls
Boyne must now suffer. She must
bear the Ignominy which hnd been
heaped upon Dyek Calhoun's head. Yet
all at once there came to her mind a
softening feeling. Krrls Boyne had
been rightly killed by u woman he
bad wronged, for he was a traitor as
well as an adulterer—one who could
use no woman well, who broke faith
with all civilized tradition, and re-
verted to the savage. Surely the wom-
an's crime was not a dark one; It was
Injured innocence smiting depravity,
tyranny and lust.
Suddenly, as she looked at the wom-
an who had done this thing, she, whose
hand had rid the world of n traitor
and a beast, fell back on the pillow
in a faint. With an exclamation Sheila
lifted up the head. If the woman was
dead, then there was no hope for Dyek
Calhoun; any story that she—Sheila
—might tell would be of no use. Yet
she w us no longer agitated In her body.
Hands and fingers were stendy, and
she felt for the heart with firm fin-
gers. Yes, the heart was still beat-
ing, and the pulse was slightly drum-
ming. Thank God, the woman was
alive! She rang a bell and lifted up
the head of the sick woman.
A moment later the servant was
In the room. Sheila gave her orders
quickly, and snatched up a pencil from
the table. Then, on a piece of paper,
she wrote the words: "I, not Dyek
Calhoun, killed Krrls Boyne."
A few moment later, Noreen's eyes
opened, and Sheila spoke to her. "I
have written these words. Here they
are—see them. Sign them."
She read the words, and put a pen-
cil in the trembling fingers, and, on
the cover of a book Noreen's fingers
traced her name slowly but clearly.
Then Sheila thrust the paper In her
bosom, and an instant later a nurse,
sent by the resident doctor, entered.
"They cannot hang me or banish me,
for my end has come," whispered No-
reen before Sheila left.
In the street of Spanish Town al-
most the firtit person Sheila saw was
Dyek Calhoun. With pale, radiant
look she went to him. He gazed at
her strangely, for there was that In
her face he could not understand.
"Come with m«V' she said, and she
moved toward King's house. He
obeyed. For some moments they
walked In silence, then all at once
under a magnolia tree she stopped.
"1 want you to read what a woman
wrote who has Just arrived in the is-
land from Kngland. She is 111 at the
house of the general commanding."
Taking from her breast the slip of
paper, she handed It to him. He mid
It with eyes and senses that at first
could hardly understand.
"God In heaven—oh, merciful God!"
he said in great emotion, yet with a
strange physical quiet.
"This woman was his wife," Sheila
lie handed the paper hack. He con-
quered his agitation. The years of suf-
fering rolled away. "They'll put her
In Jail," be said with a strange re-
gret. He had u great heart.
"No, I think not," was the reply.
Yet she was touched by his compas-
sion and thoughtfulness.
"Because she Is going to die—and
there Is no time to lose. Come, we
will go to 1 ord Mallow."
"Mallow!" A look of bitter tri-
umph came Into Dyck's face. "Mallow
—at last!" he said.
With the Governor.
Lord Mall >w frowned on his secre-
tary. "Mr. Calhoun to see me! What's
"One ean guess, your honor. He's
been fighting for the Island."
"Why should he see me? There Is
the general commanding."
The secretary did not reply; he knew
his chief And. alter a moment, Lord
MaJlow said: "Show him in."
When Dyek Calhoun entered, the
governor gave him a wintry smile of
welcome, nut did not ofTer to shake
hands. "Will you sit down?" he said,
with a slow gesture.
Calhoun made a dissenting motion.
"I prefer to stand, your honor."
Tills was the first time the two men
had met alone since Dyek had anlved
In Jamaica, or since Ills trlnl. Cal-
houn was dressed In planter's costume
and the governor was In an officer's
UlUform. They were In striking con-
trast In face and figure—the governor
long, lanky, ascetic In appearance,
very Intellectual save for the riotous
mouth, und very spick and span—as
though he had Just stepped out of Al-
mack's; while Calhoun was tough and
virile and with the air of a thorough
outdoor man. There was In his face
the firm fighting look of one who had
done things and could tackle big af-
fair*—and something more; there was
in it quiet exultation.
"You have done the Island and Eng
land great service, Mr. Calhoun," said
the governor at last.
"It Is the least 1 could do fnr the
land where I have made my home,
where I have reaped more than 1 have
"We know your merit, sir."
A sharp, satirical look came Into
Calhoun's face and Ills voice rang out
with vigor. "And because you knew
my merit you advised the crown to
confine me to my estate, and you
would have had me shot If you could
1 a in what I ain bees' se there was a
Jus:er man than yourself In Jamaica.
Through 111 in I got away and found
treasure, and I bought land and have
helped to save this Island and your
place. What do I owe you, your hon-
or? Nothing that I can see—nothing
"You are a mutineer, and but that
you showed your courage would have
been hung at the yard arm, as many
of your comrades In Kngland were."
A cold smile played at Calhoun's
lips. "My luck was as great as my
"It Wasn't the Luck of Enniscorthy
That Sent Erris Boyne to His Doom."
courage, I know. I have the luck of
At the Inst words the governor
winced, for it was by that touch Cal-
houn had defeated him In the duel
long ago. It gnJIed him that this man
whom he detested could say such
things to him with truth.
"It was not the luck of Knnlscorth.v
that sent Krrls Boyne to his doom,"
he said with anger In his mind, for
Dyck's calm boldness stirred the worst
in him. He thought he saw In him
an exultancy which could only come
from Ills late experiences In the field.
It was as though he had come to tri-
umph over the governor. Mallow said
what be had said with malice. He
looked to see rage In the face of Dyek
Calhoun and was nonplussed to find
that It hnd only a stern sort of pleas-
ure. The eyes of Calhoun met his
with no trace of gloom, but with a
vaJor worthy of a high cause—their
clear blue facing his own with a con-
stant penetration. Their Intense sin-
cerity gave him a feeling which did
not belong to authority. It was not
the look of a criminal, whatever the
man might be—mutineer and murder-
er. As for mutineer, all that Calhoun
had fought for hnd been at last ad-
mitted by the British government.
Calhoun spoke slowly. "Your hon-
or, you have said what you have a
right to say to a man who kUled Krrls
Boyne. But this man you accuse did
not do It."
The governor smiled, for the as-
sumption was ridiculous, lie shrugged
n shoulder and a sardonic curl came
to bis lip.
"Who did It. then?"
"If you will come to the house of
the general commanding you will see."
The governor was in n great quan-
dary. He gasped. "The general com-
manding—did he kill Krris Boyne
"Not he, yet the person that did It
is In his house. Listen, your honor.
I have borne the name of killing Krrls
Boyne, and I ought to have killed him,
for he was a traitor. 1 had proofs of
it; but I did not kill him and I did
not betray him, for he had alive a
wife and daughter, and something was
due to them. He was a traitor and
was In league with the French. It
does not matter that I tell you now.
for his daughter knows the truth. I
ought to have told It long ago, and If
I had I should not have been im-
"You were a brave man. but a fool
—always a fool," said the governor
"Not so great a fool that I can't re-
cover from it," was the calm reply.
"Perhaps It was the best thing that
ever happened to me, for now I can
look the world In the fn«\ It's made
a man of me. It was a woman killed
him," was Calhoun's added comment.
"Will your honor cotne with me and
The governor wus thunderstruck.
"Where Is she?"
"As I have told you—In the house
of the general commanding."
The governor rose abashed. "Well,
I can go there now. Come."
"Perhaps you would prefer I should
not go with you in the street. The
world knows me as a mutineer, thinks
of me as a murderer! Is it fair to
Something In Calhoun's voice roused
the rage of Lord Ma!low, but he con-
trolled It, arid said cnlinly: "Don't
talk nonsense, sir; we shall walk to-
gether, if you will.-
At the entrance to the house of the
general commanding, the man to whom
this visit meant so much stopped und
took a piece of paper from bis pocket.
"Your honor, here is the mime of the
slayer of Krrls Boyne. I give It to
you now to see, so you may not be
astonished when you see her."
The governor stared nt the paper.
"Boyne's wife, eli?" be said in a
strange mood. "Boyne's wife—what
is she doing here?"
Calhoun told him briefly as lie took
the paper back, and added: "It was
accident that brought us all together
here, your honor, but the bund of God
is In It."
"Is she very 111?"
"She will not live, I think."
"To whom did she tell her story?"
"To Miss Sheila Llyn."
The governor was nettled. "Oh, to
Miss Llyn! When did you see her?"
"Just before 1 came to you."
"What did the wofhan look like—
this Noreen Boyne?"
"I do not know; I have not seen
"Then how came you by the paper
with her signature?"
"Miss Llyn gnve It to me."
Anger filled Lord Mallow's mind.
Sheila—why now the way would be
open to Calhoun to win—to marry her!
It angered him but he held himself
"Where Is Miss Llyn?"
"She Is here, I think. She came
back when she left me at your door."
"Oh, she left you nt my door did
she? . . . But let me see the wom-
an flint's come so far to put the world
A few moments later they stood In
the bedroom of Noreen Boyne, they
two and Sheila Llyn, the nurse hav-
ing been sent out.
Lord Mallow looked down on the
haggard, dying woman with no emo-
tion. Only a sense of duty moved
"What Is It yon wished to say to
me?" he asked the patient,
"Who are you?" came the response
In a frayed tone.
"I am the governor of the Island—
"Then I want to tell you that I
killed Krrls Boyne—with this hand 1
killed him." She ralred her skinny
bund up, and her eyes became glnzed.
"He hnd used me vilely and I struck
him down. He was a bad man."
"You let an Innocent man bear pun-
ishment, you struck at one who did
you no harm, and you spoiled his life
for him. You cun see that, can't
The woman's eyes sought the fnce
of Dyek Calhoun, and Calhoun said:
"No, you did not spoil my life, Noreen
Boyne. You have made It. Not that
I should have chosen the way of mak-
ing it, but there It Is. As God's In
heaven I forgive you."
Noreen's face lost some of Its gloom.
"That makes it easier," she said brok-
enly. "I can't atone by any word or
act, but I'm sorry. I've kept you from
being happy, and you were born to
be happy. Your father had hurt mine,
had turned him out of our house for
debt, and I tried to pay It all back.
When they suspected you I held my
peace. I was a coward; I could not
say you were Innocent without tell-
ing the truth, and that I could not do
then. But now I'll tell It—I think I'd
have told It whether I was dying or
not though. Yes, if I'd seen you here
I'd have told It, I'm sure. I'm not all
"There's no good going on with
that," snid the governor sharply. "We
must take down her statement In writ-
ing, and then "
"Look, she is sinking!" said Calhoun
The woman's head hnd dropped for
ward, her chin was on her breast,
and her hand became clenched.
"The doctor at once—bring In the
nurse," said Calhoun. "She's dying."
An Instant later the nurse entered
with Sheila nnd In a short time the
When later the doctor saw Lord Mal-
low alone he said: "She can't live
more than two days."
"That's good for her In a way," an-
swered the governor, and In reply to
the doctor's question why, he said:
"Because she'd be In prison."
"What was her crime, your honor?"
"She killed a man."
"Him for whom Dyek Calhoun was
sent to prison—Krrls Boyne."
"Mr. Calhoun wus not guilty,then?"
"No. As soon as the woman Is dead,
I mean to announce the truth'."
"Not till then, your honor?"
"Not till then."
"It's hard on Calhoun."
"Is it? It's years since he was tried
and condemned. Two days cannot
"Perhaps not. Last night the woni-
nn said to me: 'I'm glad I'm going
to die.'" Then he added: "Calhoun
will be more popular than ever now."
The governor winced.
Then What Happened.
An hour after Noreen Boyne hnd
been laid in her grave, there was a
special Issue of the prlnelpaJ pnper
telling all the true facts of the dentil
of Krris Boyne. It vexed Lord Mallow;
but he steeled himself to urbanity, and
he placed his part well, lie was cJever
enough to see It would pay him to be
outwardly gracious to Calhoun. So It
wns he made a speech In the capital
on the returu of the general command
lng and the troops from subduing the
Maroons, in which he said: "No on*
in all the king's dominions had showed
nearer patriotism anu military skill
than their friend Mr Calhoun, who
bad been harshly treated by a mis-
A few hours later, In the sweet gar-
den of the house where Sheila and
her mother luilged, Calhoun came up-
on the girl whose gentJe dignity and
beuuty seemed to glow.
At first all she said to him was,
"Welcon e. old friend," and at last she
said: "Now you can come to the
Cnlted States, Dyek, and make a new
Presently be said: "I ought to go
where you wish me to go. for you
came to me here when 1 wns rejected
of men. Your faith kept me alive In
my darkest days—even when I thought
1 had wronged you."
"Then you will come to Virginia
with me—-as my husband, Dyek?" She
blushed and laughed. "You see I have
to propose to you, for you've never
nsked me to mnrry you. I'm throwing
myself at your head, sir, you observe!"
He gnve an honest smile of adora-
tion. "I came today to ask you to bo
my wife—for that reason only. I
could not do It till the governor had
decJared my Innocence. The earth Is
sweeter today than It has been since
He held out his arms, and an Instant
later the flowers she carried wero
crushed to her breast, with her Hps
given to his.
A little later she drew from her
pocket a letter. "You must rend thnt,'r
she said. "It Is from the great Alex-
ander Hamilton—yes, he will be great ;
he will play a wondrous part In the
life of my new country. Bend It,
After be bad rend It, he snld: "lie
wns born a British subject here In
these Islands, and he goes to help-
Americans live according to British
principles. With alJ• my sane fellow-
countrymen I am glad the Americans
succeeded. Do you go to your Virginia
and I will come as soon as I have put
my affairs In order."
"I will not go without you—no, I
will not go," she persisted.
"Then we shall be married at once,"
And so It was, and all the Islnnd
was en fete, and when Sheila came
to Dyck's plantation the very earth
seemed to rejoice.
And sweetly solitary the two lived
their lives, till one day, three months
Infer, there came to the plantation
the governor nnd his suite.
When they hnd dismounted, Lord
Mnllow snld: "I bring yon the pay
of the British government for some-
thing of what you have suffered, sir,
and what will give your lady pny, too,
I hope. I come with a baronetcy
srlven by the king. News of It came
to me only this morning."
Calhoun smiled. "Your honor, I enn
tnke no title, I can receive no honor.
The Flowers Were Crushed to Her
Breast, With Her Lips Given to His.
I have ended my life under the Brit-
ish flag. I go to live under the Stars
The governor was astounded. "Your
Indy, sir; do you forget your lady?""
But Sheila answered: "The life of
the new world has honors which have
naught to do with titles, and 1 wUl
remain as I am."
"I snl^ for Virginia by the first shir,
that goes," said Calhoun. "It Is good
here, hut I shall go to a place where
things are better and where I shall
have work to do. I must decline the
hnronetcy, your honor. I go to a land
where the life is larger, where Britain
shall remake herself."
"It will take some time," said the
governor tartly. "They'Ll be long
"But they will come together nt last
—for the world's sake."
The truth In that many renders of
verse resent any demand upon their
Intellects; poetry to them being only
h pleasing indulgence—an occasional
substitute for a sherbet—not to be
taken seriously. Certninly Browning's
poetry Is not for such. No one to-
dny who knows "Sordello" derides It,
for, difficult as It is to the beginner.
It contains many veins of the pure
gold of poetry nnd Its pictures of ths
pnssionnte. tumultuous life of the lats
Twelfth and early Thirteenth cen-
turies In Italy, with the fierce con-
flicts of Guelf and Ghlbelllne by whleh
It was torn, are unequaled In vivid-
ness and truth by any historian.—
Philip Stafford Moxon.
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Garnett, A. J. The Independent. (Cashion, Okla.), Vol. 14, No. 37, Ed. 1 Thursday, January 19, 1922, newspaper, January 19, 1922; (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc107547/m1/2/: accessed July 27, 2021), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.