He received her with grave tenderness.
“Morris,” she cried, pathetically, seizing his hand and holding it, “he is not guilty of murder. Everything has been against him in these trials. They were not fair. He killed that man in what men have always called a fair fight. You are a manly2 man. You believe in justice. You will not let them kill him!”
She could feel the strong man’s hand tremble in hers, looked up into his face, and saw a tear quiver on his lashes3.
“Oh! Ruth,” he cried, bitterly, “why do you cling to this man? He is regarded as the most dangerous firebrand in America. I could show you hundreds of letters piled on that desk begging me in the name of law and order and all the forces of civilised society not to interfere4 with his sentence. Come, you know how I love you. This is horrible cruelty to me. The doors of the White House are opening. You know that what I have, am now, and ever may be, is yours. It will all be ashes without you. I offer you a deathless love, honour and glory, and you come here to tell me you prefer a convicted felon5 in his cell. My God, it is too much!”
The Governor leaned on his desk and shaded his face with his hands.
“How can I help it, Morris, if I love him?” she asked, piteously.
He raised his head, looked away, and softly said:
“Ruth, could you never love me?”
She was silent a moment and her lips trembled.
“If he dies, I cannot live,” she gasped6.
He leaned close, took her hand, and said:
“I’ll order a stay of sentence for three months.”
She kissed his hand, and murmured:
“Thank you.”
From the telegraph office at Albany over the wires to Sing Sing’s house of death flew the message:
“Sentence stayed for three months while the Governor considers your pardon. Faith and hope eternal. RUTH.”
The next express carried her to him with the copy of the Governor’s order in her bosom7.
The warden8 smiled and congratulated her. She had long before won his heart, and there was no favour within the limits of law that he had not granted to the man she loved.
Ruth looked at Gordon tenderly through the barred opening of his cell.
Her heart ached as she saw the ashen9 pallor of his face and the skin beginning to draw tight and slick across the protruding10 cheek-bones of his once magnificent face. Three years of prison had bent11 his shoulders and reduced his giant frame to a mere12 shadow of his former self. Only the eyes had grown larger and softer, and their gaze now seemed turned within. They burned with a feverish13 mystic beauty.
Ruth fixed14 on him a look of melting tenderness and asked:
“Do you not long for the open fields, the sky and sea, my dear?”
He gazed at her hungrily.
“No. Sometimes I’ve felt a queer homesickness in these dying muscles that thirst for the open world, but I’ve no time to think of mountain or lake, or hear the call of field or sea—-Ruth, I can only think of you! I have but one interest, but one desire of soul and body—that you may be happy. I would be free, not because I fear death or covet15 life”—his voice sank to a broken whisper—“but that I might crawl around the earth on my hands and knees and confess my shame and sorrow that I deserted16 you.”
“Hush17, hush, my love; I forgive you,” she moaned.
“Yes, I know; but all time and eternity18 will be too short for my repentance19.”
The woman was sobbing20 bitterly.
“These prison bars,” he went on with strange elation21, “are nothing. The old queer instinct of asceticism22 within me, that made a preacher of an Epicurean and an athlete, has come back to its kingship. Its sublime23 authority is now supreme24. I despise life, and have learned to live. There is no task so hard but that the king within demands a harder. There can be no pain so fierce and cruel but that it calls my soul to laughter. As for Death—”
His voice sank to dreamy notes.
“She who comes at last with velvet25 feet and the tender touch of a pure woman’s hand—her face is radiant, her voice low music. She will speak the end of strife26 and doubt, and loose these bars. With friendly smile she will show me the path among the stars, until I find the face of God. I’ll tell Him I’m a son of His who lost the way on life’s great plain, and that I am sorry for all the pain I’ve caused to those who loved me.”
Ruth felt through the bars and grasped his hand, sobbing.
“Don’t, don’t, don’t, Frank! Stop! I cannot endure it!”
The warden turned away to hide his face.
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