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Updated: May 6, 2025
"I understand you, perfectly, though my time hasn't come yet," said the young woman. "So I stood on the porch," continued Foresta, "looking away from Dave, thinking and thinking how I could save myself and not hurt Bud too much. Womanlike, I suppose, I decided to make a sacrifice of myself. I opened my door a little.
"That was Bud Harper that brought you here last night," said Foresta, unable to repress a smile over some pleasing thought that was passing through her mind. The young woman looked up from her breakfast. "My!" she said, "Your eyes are pretty. They are such a lovely brown."
He stood near his mutilated victims until the photographer present could take a picture of the scene. This being over the match was applied and the flames leaped up eagerly and encircled the writhing forms of Bud and Foresta.
Foresta had in her hand a crisp ten dollar bill which the family had raised, not dreaming that the fine would go above that amount. "Pass him back," said the judge. Henry cast an inquiring look at Foresta and his mother. Tears were in Foresta's eyes and Henry knew that they were helpless. It simply meant that he was to have a pick on his leg and work the streets of Almaville.
Foresta read in her mother's countenance that she was angry and that the advantage in whatever matter it was, was not altogether on her side. "What is it, mama?" asked Foresta. "This man wants you to hire out in his family after you graduate." Foresta looked at the man in surprise. The thought of going into the service of the whites was utterly foreign to her ambition.
They now decided to punish Henry to the limit of the law. "Release the prisoner," said the judge. Henry was released and Foresta and her frail looking mother rushed to Tiara to thank her. While they were doing this the deputy sheriff stepped up and rearrested Henry. "Pardon me," said Ensal, interrupting the felicitations of the ladies. "We are not through yet.
These things coupled with the absence of reformatories for youths were destined, Foresta felt assured, to produce a harvest of criminals.
"Ben Stringer aint got anything on me now," said he as he trudged along in triumph. Entering by the rear he caught hold of the rope which he had left hanging, ascended to the attic window and crawled in. The future ruler of the land! On the afternoon of the lynching Ramon Mansford alighted from the train at Maulville in search of Bud and Foresta.
With the money procured from the various loan companies little Henry and his father were given what the people called a nice burial. Within a week after the interment Arthur Daleman, Jr., made his appearance at Mrs. Crump's home. Foresta was at school when he called, and when she reached home she found her mother standing, facing him, with an angry and excited look in her eyes.
He felt that his mother's prediction with regard to Gus Martin was only too likely to be fulfilled. At this juncture two young women appeared at the gate and entered. They were Foresta Crump and the young woman whom we saw taken to Foresta's home on the preceding evening.
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