The great soulful eyes, with just a gleam of young sunshine
in their depths, and the same flowers on her breast. She walked
with lithe, quick grace, and now she was talking in the low sweet
contralto music that had echoed in his soul through the years.
"Please, Governor," she was saying, as her hot hand held his, "save
my father!"
The man's eyes were blinking, and he put one hand to his throat as
though he were about to choke. He looked past the white figure of
the girl and saw her mother kneeling in the corner of the room,
the tears streaming down her face and her lips moving in prayer.
In quick tones he called:
"Ruth!"
She leaped to her feet and was before him in a moment, with scarlet
face, dilated eyes and disheveled hair.
"You've won. I give it up."
Ruth pressed both hands to her breast and caught her breath to keep
from screaming.
He pressed the button on his desk. The clerk appeared.
"Write out a full pardon for Frank Gordon, and call the warden of
Sing Sing!"
Ruth dropped to her knees, crying:
"O Lord God, unto thee I give praise!"
In a moment the clerk hurried back to the Governor's side and in
startling tones whispered:
"The wires are down, sir.
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