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IN HONOR BOUND
By George Elmer Cobb
(Copyright, 1917, W. G. Chapman.)
' "Don't do it, Rowland."- -.
"I must! Listen, you are human,
you, -whose kindness has won me
back to believe there is some good in
the world after alL I crave the
heaven of one last look at a wom
an's face. This is my last opportu
nity. Don't deny me."
"If you should be tempted, Row
land, once beyond restraint "
"Nothing can tempt me from
honor," declared Harvey Rowland
"Then go. I trust you, but if yju
should fail to return, remember
every man in the honor squad will
suffer because of your act and privi
leges withdrawn. Besides that, I
happen to know that the pardon
board is considering your case. It
would be a pity to spoil all your pros
pects." It was a strange situation. Har
vey Rowland was, convict No. 1,978.
He did not look it, for he was an in
nocent man and that consciousness
kept at bay the prison taint and the
prison demoralization. He had
served two years of his ten years'
sentence. His record as a prisoner
had attracted the favorable attention
of the warden and he had been made
a member of the honor squad.
It seemed like a new life to be
dressed in civilian attire, free from
surveillance, trusted, with full free
dom within his power if he was will
ing to risk recapture. But of that
Rowland thought little. It was now,
hqwever, when the squad of some30
men under the charge of Trusty
John Dore was on its way to a road
making job' 50 miles across country,
; '-. ! they camped two miles from
a lov.:. called Ellisville, a devouring
longing for a few hours' freedom as
Briefly, he wished to steal into the ,
town and get a stolen glimpse of the
woman he had once loved, whom he
loved now, and whom he would con
tinue to love to his dying day. She
was Eunice Landon. From the day
of his arrest he had not seen her nor
heard a word from her. They were
all but engaged, when, like an oblit
erating avalanche, there overcame
all his hopes, prospects and ambi
tions the dreadful charge of crime.
It was not at Ellisville that he had
known Eunice Landon, but at the
Approached the Machine
palatial city home of the Landons.
From a stray newspaper item, in the
gloom of his prison cell a week" pre
vious, he had read of the summering
of the Landons at Ellisville.
"Go," said his staunch friend, the
trusty. "I pity you, I hope for you,
but I tremble for you."
"I will keep my word of honor!"
declared Rowland staunchly. "I will