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Approaching footstepsof the sweet face Professor Young divined the tu on in the tender, uneducated heart

"Child," exclai away harder for hie shackled prisoner appeared at the door

Everybody stiffened Tess had not seen her father since the trial Intensity narrowed the eyes, the drooping white lids covering the lights in the brown iris, the small hands clutched convulsively Daddy Skinner--her Daddy--was standing before her, his blue-gray eyes piercing her very soul froy brows She bounded toward hi einal father for his child, of a prih the portals of death Tess had lifted herself deftly to the bible-back, and lowered her head to the grizzled face, the irl The shrouding red hair hid the squatter faces from the professor, and he turned his eyes away He could not look upon theuide her future When Young glanced again, the fisherman had seated hi her closely into his great embrace--for she was the brawn of his brawn and the bone of his bone

Under the squatter's huge red arhtly, the loere taut with pain, the bronze eyes defiantly closed Tess was as firmly fixed in her position as the iron chains that encased her "Daddy's" ankles She had coo with hireat man from the hill, in spite of the majesty of the law--even in spite of Daddy himself

The deputy warden with open watch stood over the prisoner with observing eye The fifteen one, and he slowly touched the humpback on the shoulder

"Time's up, Skinner," said he "Sorry, but it's the law, you know"

Skinner tried to draw the curly head frohtened, the white lips grew o, Tess," oin' with ye"