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THE ARGUS; WEDNESDAY, JUJXE 5. 1907.
CHAPTER I. Thomas Krlchscn. a
young KngUshmun, has lust the money
with which he was to pny his a.ss;iKe
out to India, lie lends Captain lilaydes
35, the amount of his passage money,
ami In return sets a worthless check,
which leaves him penniless. lie con
fesses his error to Claire Harding, his
CHAPTKU 11. James Kduard Wil
liam Daintree is in love with Claire.
f'll . iti.mj iir p. . ...
Contain l'.lavih-s Is l-avinif attention to!
Cli-ire utid is to be at her house that
IiixhtS 'lie vows to have satisfaction
from Mlaydes. lint promises Claire that
he will not seek ;laydes for two weeks.
Tom meets Klavdes a lew moments
later and demands his l.'.T,.
CHAPTKU IV MUvdes draws a
pword riiiH' on Toi,i, who smashes it
with a heavy sth k whieh he carries.
Hlaydes has not the money, lmt uives
Tom his sold watch, ami Tom sinus an
iiKieeinent to pawn the watch and Rive
the ticket to lilaydes. Tom leaves and
Is accosted l a ih-formi'il man. who
asks the time. The next nioruiiiK
Jtl.ivoVs is found brutally murdered he
side tin- stile where he had liecii talk
ing tu Tom.
CIIAl'T KIl V. lUay.Ies has been roli
bed of ever;, t hin e;, among wliich the
newspaprs mention the (johl watch
which was really Riven to Tom. Tom
had stopped for the nittht at the house
of tin' man who was driving the coach
at the time Tom met lilaydes. lie is
licensed by the coachman of being the
murderer. He escapes and disguises
himself, but is afraid to pawn the
C 1 1 A 1 T K U VI. Tom spends the night
lrt a boathouse and next day is invited
Into the house of a small, fat gentleman,
the owner, who dues his best to make
Mm feel at home. He is betrayed by
this man into the hands of the police
for the murder of l'.lavdcs.
CiiAPTKR VII. Claire believes him
K'liltv. Mr. Harding hires a lawyer to
see 'Pom. The lawyer thinks Tom is
guilty and insults him in his cell. Tom
throws him out.
CHAPTKU VIII Claire gets Iain
tree.to retain I'.asselt. one of the best
criminal lawyers in Kuglaiul, to plead
CIIAI'TKU IX. Tom is held for the
next criminal sessions court.
CHAPTKU X. Claire's maid has over
heard the conversation between Claire
and Tom on the night of the murder,
when Tom swore he would get even
with Hlaydes if he had to kill him to
do it. The maid compels Claire to give
her some of her jewels as hush monev.
CIIAI'TKU XI Tom is convicted of
murder in the fust degree.
CHAPTKU XII. Tom is placed in the
CHAITKK XIII. Toms sentence is
commuted to transportation for life.
CHAPTKU XIV. Claires engagement
to Haintree is announced. The hitter's
father warns Claire's father against
CtfAPTKU XV. Tom. as a convict
In Australia, is bound out to the Sulli
vaus. a peculiar and harsh family, who
live far in the interior at a place dub
bed Castle Sullivan.
. CI1AITKK .XVI Tom meets the cook.
I'eggy (Vl'.rnrr. Xat Sullivan, who is
Irr love-with her. becomes insanely jeal
ous. Tom finds a man giving stolen
Koodjf in exchange for some liquor.
IjMter the man is caught and given ."
lashes. He thinks that Tom "peached."
CHAI'TKR XVII Xat Sullivan is
foiled by Tom in a scheme by which
the latter would have been tlogged.
loiter in the night hi- meets Peggy with
Nat and accuses him indirectly with
the trick. I'eggy sides with Tom. and
Nat attempts to strike her. Tom knocks
CIIAI'TKU XVIII. Tom is sentenced
to ."u lashes. He breaks away and
knocks old man Sullivan down, but is
caught and gets a hundred.
CH.M'TKU XIX. Peggy visits Tom in
his cell ami brings food and assists
him to escape to the sea.
CIIAI'TKU XX. Tom joins a band of
bushrangers and agrees to take part in
a raid on the Sullivan place in the
clothes ot the former chief of the baud.
CHAPTKU XXI. Tiie raid is nipped
in tile bud by a troop af soldiers. Tom
is pursued, but escapes. He is after
ward caught and admits himself an es
mr. stockade smoldered In the
tnUVtt of a hard baked plain
that was as brown as shoo
leather and as devoid of any
sort or kind of vegetation, as though it
were shaved every morning with some
monstrous razor. Trees tliere were in
the distance, marking more than half
the skyline, as though the place had
been shaved especially for the stock
ade, lmt not a solitary bush was with
in reach. And the sight of the trees,
whose leaves they never heard and
whose shade they never felt, was one
more torment to those of the eighty
prisoners who still lifted their heads to
look so far. The majority, however,
let their dull eyes redden by the day
together on those few hard and blind
ing yards which might chancre to oc
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tne morning till the going down of the
All clay they labored In chains be
neath the barrels and bayonets of the
military. In the evening when they
returned to the stockade loaded mus
kets and llxed bayonets showed them
th-r way. Even in the stockade itself
fixed bayonets and loaded muskets
gave them their supper. Thereafter
they were locked up for the night in
so many small boxes lined with ledges
something more spacious than book
si lelves. On these ledges they lay
down, as close as mummies in cata
combs, until it should be " o'clock once
more, and perhaps after a time the
only sound would be the clank of his
fetters as this man or that turned over
In the magnificent space of eighteen
Inches that was allotted to each.
It was the same stockade of which
Kriehscn had seen tiie outside on his
way to Castle Sullivan in the early
part of Ietiber. He saw the inside
by the end of lorunry when Strnclum
gave "him six months of It foi' ab
sconding and by so doing made open
enemies of the Sullivans. They want
ed to have the breaking of Tom's spirit
all to themselves and tried to dictate
another fifty Ias!is and the convict's
return to service, but this time
Strachan was firm, passing, indeed, the
most merciful sentence possible in the
The six mouths began on Wednesday,
the last of February, in the year ISiS.
First they took his name and made
an inventory of his marks, scars and
the color of his eyes and hair. Then
they cropped the latter and shared off
the yellow stubble which had lately
hidden the hollow cheeks and softened
the haggard jaw. and it was an old
man's face that saw itself with sunken
eyes In the barber's glass.
Xext they took away his farm labor
er's clot lies, which were not branded,
and put him in a Parramntta frock and
trousers, which wore. And now they
clasped around his body a green hide
belt, from which depended in front a
heavy chain that became two heavy
chains at about the level of the knees,
aud the I wo chains ended in still hear
ier rings around either ankle, and the
whole made a capital Y upside down.
In this harness it was impossible to
walk, though with practice you might
waddie, and it was never struck off for
a single instant on any pretext whatso
ever, i ..
They now presented him with a
spoon ail to himself. His knife and
fork, his pannikin aud his mess kid he
was to share with live other felons.
Lastly they showed him his eighteen
Inches, where he passed the Intolerable
night In wondering why he had not
given himself up as the Italian's un
derstudy and in wondering even more
why he still would not do so if it were
all to come over again, for he knew he
would not. Indeed, one of the most
dreadful features of this present phase
was tiie tenacity with which the. poor
wretch found himself clinging to life
in each emergency despite ail his cool
er longiugs for the end. He longed
for that more than ever, but he saw
now that death must come to him.
He might sink to murder; to self mur
der he could never stoop.
Or so he thought at the beginning of
this term of broiling days and fetid
uights. with foul compauy and heavy
irons common to both. Meanwhile
such feelings as were left him were
still tolerably keen, and it was a real
thrill that toward the end of the first
week he woke up at his work to hear
the others hooting and turucd round to
see Xat Sullivan once more riding
down the line.
The thrill became a shiver. The blue
eyes were fixed on Tom, the great lip
was thrust out at him, and before Tom
the rider reined up.
"You villain!" said Mr. Xat. with in
expressible malignancy of voice and
look. "You villain I've found you
A line of red eyes blinked and wa
tered In the sun, then fell with a glim
mer of interest from the scowling
horseman to the prisoner accosted.
Tom had already piqued such atten
tion as his uew companions were In
the habit of bestowing upon any fel
low creature, for few there were who
joined that morose and tierce crew
with the stamp of such moroseuess
and ferocity already on them. Those
few were crabbed old hands, but here
was raw youth, and yet in three Ion
clays tney uaa not heard his voice.
Xor did they now. Tom moistened his
palms mid took a new grip of his pick,
but that was not all. He was seen to
tremble, and he nearly pinned his own
foot to the ground. What was it he
had done and beeu found out iu, this
cub whoso, teeth were always showiug,
but whose voice was never heard?
A perspiring sentry strolled up, Ida
once red swallowtail coat hanging
open upon his naked chest and his
white trousers sticking to his legs. He
was the only one whose curiosity went
the length of a word.
"What's he been doing of?" said the
sentry, wetting his hand on his chest
to cool his musket stock. "We've only
'ad Tin 'ere these three days."
"Yon won't have him many more,"
said Sullivan. "The hnnginan will
"Yes. Look at liim trembling."
tremble in the air liefore
Tom bent over his pick. There was
more hooting here, but whether at
himself or at his enemy Tom neither
knew nor cared. He wished to appear
very busy and regardless. He was
really intent upon Xat's shadow under
his pick, wondering whether lie could
possibly spring so far forward in his
chains and get such n swing as to bury
the pick In the substance instead. Hut
this was never known. When the
hooting subsided, the noise of light
wheels approaching took its place, and
Nat Sullivan turned round In his sad
dle. The military man who debased him
self by the charge of this Iron gang
was a major of gunners, too fat for
service and too gouty to sustain his
distended body on his legs. He there
fore superintended operations from n
bath chair, in which a bltiejncketed
inessman had to trail him about the
works. Major Honey bone had recog
nized Nat and had ordered the iness
man to hurry to the spot, but not to
necni in a hurry. The major was him
self a sufficiently hard and cantanker
ous man. but some sense of justice he
had, and he considered Castle Sullivan
oue of the angriest plague spots in a
plague spotted land. The present oc
casion filled him, therefore, with the
greatest glee. He had long desired an
opportunity of giving one cr other of
the Sullivans a piece of his mind, and
here was young Sullivan trespassing
on the works.
"(Jo slower." said the major, making
up his mind what to say and uot to say
it all at once, as Mr. Nat turned in his
"I'oit villain I'cc jound you nut!"
saddle. "Their greeting was fn' e'onse-'
quence not uncivil, though the major
blandly Ignored the coarse, ringed
baud obtruded by the other.
"You heard of the outrage the other
night at Castle Sullivan':" began Mr.
"P.y bushrangers:" observed Major
"By bushrangers. Only one of them
escaped, and there he Is!" roared Nat,
pointing savagely at Tom.
"Kcally?" remarked the major, will
fully unmoved. "Hear lue. It was
from you he came here like half my
gaug for absconding, I understood':"
"We didn't know it then."
"That he was one of the bushran
"But you know it now?"
"We do so!"
"Pear me!" again remarked tho
major, whose expression was reudered
inscrutable by the rich shade of the
gigantic umbrella without which lie
rarely ventured abroad. His small.
shrewd eyes glanced from the visitor
to Tom, who was still looking down
and fidgeting with his pick, the speak
ing image of sullen guilt. More repul
sive to the major was the gloating ruf
fian in the saddle, but he signed to the
sentry to take away Tom's pick and
then favored the other with a slow,
"A very singular thing, I'm sure," he
resumed, with a sarcastic intonation
that punctured even Nat's thick skull.
"Very singular indeed. Upon my word.
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"Or, if you like, to understand It
"U you w ill allow me to say the rest
and to say it elsewhere"
"No, sir! nere!" cried Major Homey
bone. "Here or nowhere, which you
please. This man absconds one nSght,
so I gather, aud the next night you
are attacked by bushrangers. This
man is found the morning after-that,
aud I understand you suggest he was
one of the baud that attacked you.
Yet you never recognized him at the
time. Come, now, did none of yem?"
"Not then, but lie threatened my sis
ter and a female whom we hare since
returned, aud Miss Sullivan remembers
hearing him call the female hy her
name. Now, this man and th:lt wom
an kept compauy," snarled Xait in a
perfect flame of rage and spite, "and
Miss Sullirau will swear he called the
woman by her name. He fell in with
the thieves when he abscoiuleU, it's
perfectly clear. He was the very man
to join them in an attack on. his own
masters even if lie didn't Instigate it.
Join iu It he did. I can prove it.
Though not one of the original gang is
left alive, I can prove"
"What about that Italian fellow?"
interrupted the major, and Tom held
"He wasn't in it. I believe he's
dead, and they put tliisJ Erichsen in his
clothes. His horse was found a few
miles beyond where they found this
man, and now his coat lias been dis
covered with Erichsen's knife In the
pocket. Yes, you may wince!" cried
this good hater. "You shall swing for
"Kindly confine your remarks to me
said the major sternly. "You'll have
to prove the knife was his, and that
won't prove everything. Never heard
such a story in my life! You'll have to
strengthen it up a bit If you mean to
make a case. What do you want me
"Nothing at nil," said Nat ungra
ciously. "Then why the deuce do yon come to
"I didn't. I wag on my way to your
Major Honeybone turned to the sen
try. "Cock your piece," said he, "and
shoot his horse if he attempts to go
till I've done with him. Now, you.
Sullivan," continued the major, "per
haps you didn't know you were tres
passing when you came on these
works. But you were, and you'll stop
on 'em now till I've done with you.
You came to gloat over the man you've
hounded here to tell him you'd hound
him to the gallows, did you? To laugh
at him, eh? Gadzooks, sir, the boot's
on the other leg this time! The whole
chain gang is laughing at you, and you
may frown upon 'em as much as you
like, but if you touch one you'll bo iu
irons yourself In "two minutes. I know
you, sir. We know all about both of
you here. Half .the men who come here
have been driven here by you and your
father. Silence .in the gang! (Jo on to
Sydney and tell them anything you
like about the man you mean to hang.
But, gadzooks, you don't get hini out
of this! No, and the governor himself
sha'ti't have hiui out of this until he
knows on whose word lie's acting! Go
to my superiors. They'll never listen
to your clumsy yarn. If they do I'll
send down to Sydney myself to tell
'em what I know of you and yours. And
Castle Sullivan will be swept into the
sea, and you you slave driver you'll
be where these men are now! Be off,
sir. I hate the sight of you! Seutry,
let him go."
About the middle of this tirade Nat
had been ready with a retort as viru
lent, but the concluding senteuces were
too nuicji even for his hard nerves and
sturdy ruffianism. Muttering some
thing unintelligible about an "outrage"
and "reporting" Major Honeybone, he
put spurs to. his horse aud galloped off,
leaving nothing worse behind him than
a look. It was such a look as might be
secu any day, auy moment even, In an
iron gang, yet Tom never forgot the
cruel eyes, the low lips, the murderous
scowl nor the peculiarly bestial whole
which they made on that occasion,
The convicts cursed and cheered him
In derision and when he was gone
were given to understand by the ma
jor that If they ever did it again he
should treat the lot of them as they
would be treated at Castle Sullivan
to fifty lashes all round.
"Only I give you fair warning," said
he, "and you don't catch me break my
word either way."
The major was a man who liked a
little opposition for the sake of putting
it down, which he never failed to do
with the highest hand, but he had his
chain gang iu such an exemplary state
ot broken spirited subjection that the
iron will within that flabby body was
growing rusty from disuse. The lmpu
deuce of young Sullivan was conse
quently a godsend to this born marti
net. It gave him an appetite, and it
made him sleep. Furthermore, it fixed
his eye on Erichsen and to some ex
tent his thoughts, also. The major was
harsh by habit, but Impartial to the
core. He did not believe a syllable of
Nat Sullivan's story. But why had
Erichsen so taken It to heart? He
alone had neither cursed nor cheered.
The major was puzzled, but kept
"Fancy he's a gentleman," said Hon
eybone in a day or two, and he made
The result of the Inquiries was the
Information that Erichsen usually sulk
ed, but when he was iu a bad temper
he was more blasphemous than auy
man In the gang; when in a good one
he was more foul.
"He Is a gentleman hem was,"
paid the cocksure major. "Only It's
the old story the farther they have to
fall, the lower they sink. Poor devil,
poor devil!" And old Honeybone sigh
ed, for he had sunk a little, too, and if
his conscience w as clear "of crime it
was more or less saturated with sin,
of which the perfume was not a little
stale and sickly. Whether from that
cause or another, the fat major found
himself taking a more human interest
In this prisoner than iu most. "So
that's the most profane tongue in the
stockade!' he would think whenever
he looked at Tom. "So that's the foul
It was not, but Tom was educated
and had au educated man's sense of
emphasis and of selection. Ills bad
things stuck that was all.
But if those superlatives were not
literally justified others were, aud be
fore Tom had been six weeks in chains
he had shown a temper as insubordi
nate, au audacity as brazen and a cal
lousness as shocking as anything of
the sort which the major had yet en
countered in his present capacity. It
was the reaction from the sulky spirit
in which the convict had begun his
term. For two whole weeks he broke
no rules, but in the next four he was
three times tlogged.
On the first occasion he knocked
down the scourger when it wa3 all
over and so brought it all over again.
On the last the major addressed hlin
from his chair as the convict positively
swaggered from the triangles, with
his fetters clanking aud his shoes
squelching at every step.
"You want to try Norfolk Island,"
said the major, "but you shan't."
Tom shook his head, with an ugly
"The gallows, then," said the major,
"is your game. But you're not going
to get there either. I can show you as
good sport as you'll show me, and we'll
see who winrs the game."
It was nothing else to the combata-
tivo major. He was growing younger
for the exercise. He began to get
about again on his legs. . 11:3 only re-
;ret was for a palpably fine young fel
low gone so utterly to the bad. For tke
rest, he found poor Tom as stimulating
for some weeks as Nat Sullivan had
proved on the occasion described. Nat,
by the way. had returned to Castle
Sullivan, ignobly crestfallen, but not so
intoxicated as to ride by the stockade
again in daylight. The major's su
periors had confirmed that officer's
opinion, and Peggy O'Brien, examined
on her oath in I'arramatta factory, had
perjured herself for Tom In the most
illusive and convincing manner. The
principal superintendent had made a
note of the affair, but there was no
case, as Nat was pretty plainly told.
and Major Iloneybouo heard no more
of him for some time.
As a matter of fact, the bones of the
Italian had also been discovered, but
as there were no clothes upon them
and the native dogs had left little else
they were never identified. So Tom
was safer for the moment than he
supposed. Meanwhile he had become
a sort of hero amoug his degraded fel
lows. Not the most popular sort, how
ever, for enthusiasm is difficult in
heavy fetters. Besides, he never tried
to be popular.
He might have been after knocking
down the scourger. The man was a
convict himself, who received 1 shilling
0 pence a day for his unnatural serv
ices. It was the butcher over again,
ouly this caitiff had eighty others al
ways there to loathe him, aud every
hand could have shaken Tom's for that
well aimed blow, but the very next da
they discovered he would as soon turn
on them as on their common euemy.
The incident brought to light an in
teresting fact, and it happened on
Tom's third Sunday Iu the stockade.
About half the gaug were incarcerated
in the common mess shed, idling, yarn
ing, cursing and proceeding as fast as
possible with that mutual corruption
which was the chief fruit of this par
ticular branch of secondary punish
ment. Tom was of the number, a con
spicuous unit. It was the dawn of his
promineuce. no was In one of those
good tempers alluded to already,
Everybody was listening. Those who
could laugh still laughed now, nnd if
he had a guardian angel, surely, surely
she must have been weeping then more
bitterly than when he fought for the
bushrangers at Castle Sullivan and
put a bullet through a trooper's arm
Suddenly something, au association,
a reminiscence, . a forgotten picture,
made him want to weep himself. He
was past that, however, and went
back into the Bulks Instead. A new dl
versiou ueing required, one was pro
vided by the discovery of a young con
vict, a mere lad, writing a letter in a
dark corner ou the floor. On being
detected the lad first blushed aud then
offered to read thm what he had writ
ten, whereupon be opened his lips and
a ribald stream poured forth, but me
nndered, slackened, faltered and was
soon cut short.
"He's making it up as ho goes along,"
cried several. "Ho never wrote that at
"We'll see what, he did write," said
one who was at baud, cutting the lad
and snatching the unfinished letter.
With a cry and an uncouth chime
from his irons, the young convict at
tempted to retain his property. It tore
In his hand, and a dozen more held
him down while the possessor dragged
his chains on to one of the long, rude
tables and stood up to read the letter
in a silence broken only by the pro
tests of the wretched writer.
' 'My ever dear mother aud father,'
the brute brawled out, "'I received
your kiud and welcome letter on the
Slst of Jannnry, and happy was I to
read the delightful letter which I re
ceived from you that day.' Ahem
Can't he pitch It in? 'Oh. how ,'appy
I am to eflr that you are so comfort
able aud well. Oh, my dear mother
and father, I 'ope my brothers and
sisters will mind what you say to them
better than ever I done, for yon see
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tended to the last sentences. The lad's
unavailing protests had ended in ver
itable waiiing and gnashing of teeth.
It was this that had aroused Tom
from his lethargy, and he also was
now upon the table, clanking down
the length of it to where the reader
One or two mistook Ids intentions.
That's it you read it." said they, but
the most of them read Tom's face.
"(Jive nie that letter," lie? said stern
ly, halting before the man.
'Give wh- It?" roared the other.
"Oh. it's yon, eh':" he added and seem
ed in doubt.
"Lads," cried Tom. seizing his oppor
tunity, "this is going a step too far,
"Girc ne that letter," he said ticmly.
don't you think? We all of us had
friends once in another world as it
seems to me but if an3' of us like to
remember we had them surely it's that
man's business and not ours. He's a
better man than most of us. aud his
letter's the last thing that we should
meddle with. We wouldn't have doue
It once, and we won't now." His tem
perate tone surprised himself, but It
merely showed how every sensibility
had lost its edge. Two months ago he
would have argued such a point with
his ready hands.
Meanwhile the reader had decided
not to fight, lieing an Insufficient num
ber of inches bigger and bronder than
TjSni and having still in his ears the
Mud with which the scourger fell.
'"Tint neither was he going to give In
like a man. because men were scarce
In those heavy irons. Accordingly lie
retained the letter a little longer be
fore handing it to Tom, with a mock
"We won't, won't we?" he sneered.
"Well, as it "appens, we wou't. for
more of that rot I couldn't read If I
was paid. But yon look out. my spe
cial! If you've come 'ere to give your
self airs, we'll soon learn ye. It's lucky
for you I'm in such a good temper or
you'd have gone off this table a bit dif
fereut, you blighted youug upstart!"
Tom had iu fact taken his chains in
his hands and jumped off. It was
when he was on the ground, with his
lck turned, that the direct abuse was
hurled. Others sided with the speaker
and added their maledictions to his.
yet the group about Butter (for so the
poor lad was called) dispersed at Tom's
approach, aud he returned the letter to
Its writer with a look that might have
made his guardian angel dry her tears.
for after many days there was kind
ness Iu his eyes once more.
"Here. Butter." he said; "take it. and
for God's sake not a word! You're a
better man than I am or you wouldn't
have written at nil. There, shut up!
Gratitude, forsooth'. If you must show
6oine. don't set me thinking."
But the lad's emotions were aroused
too thoroughly to be soon allayed.
They had the corner now to them
selves, and he was crying like a girl.
Tom envied him his tears.
"Rood it through," sobbed the young
fellow, forcing the torn letter upon his
champion, and to please him Tom pe
rused it from beginning to end.
Awhile ago It would have made him
laugh and cry; now he read It unmoved
save by bis own Indifference. It con
tained a touching lie, describing the
writer as being still very happy with
the master who months since had sent
him to the iron gang. The rest was a
wondrous jumble "and I Inform you
that snaiks is very bad In this country.
We ofitimes see them fourteen to fif
teen feet long. Tarrot is as thick as
crows in your country, kangaroos, too,
and it is night here when It is day
there, but Arthur Smith, I do not know
where he is. Mutton is 4d. Ib., beef
But he had written no farther, and
Tom said: "Thank you. Butter. It
should make them happy." ns he re
turned the letter. He felt that he
ought to be touched, and lie was not.
His heart seetneJ turned to stone when
suddenly he felt it quicken.
The lad hail simply said. "My name
Isn't F.utter; it's Bntterfleld."
"A Yorkshiretv.au? You talk like
one!" cried Tom. with a most painful
flash of memory. tnce more he was
a lucky, hopeful, penitent sinner In a
sweet smelling wagon on a night In
spring, with Itlaydes' watch ticking no
warning in his pocket and with a vivid
mental picture of r.laydes himself smil
ing wistfully across the stile, beside
which he was even then lying dead.
"Aye," said young Butterfield, "poor
old Yarkshire: I doubt I'll ever see It
, again. My folks have left there an'
Tom had more flashes. He was get
ting ued to them now.
vVhere did they move to?'
A little place they call nendon.
an" it was me that drove 'em there by
gettiug iuto trouble! Oh. It was m
disgraced them all and drove them
Tom let him talk, but said little more
in return. It was Jonathan Futter-
fields son. How it brought all that
back to him! True, It was not a year
ago, but it seemed a lifetime. It was
terrible to think of the little time nnd
the stupendous change. Tom Krichsen
saw himself as he had been and as he
was, and the mental vision hurt him
more than the material one which the
stockade barber had shown him In a
glass. lie could not tell Butterfield
that he had known his father. Nothing
was to be gained by telling him. It
would lead to his telling more, and how
could he speak of things of which the
mere thought was become torture so
refined and so exquisite?
His eighteen Inches were a very rack
that night. He was thinking of t'lalro
for the first time In many weeks. She
would hold him guilty still. How could
she do otherwise? His sweet friend
held him guilty when he was Innocent,
and his enemy, the major, held him In
nocent when guilty. Oh. the Irony,
the bitter irony, that had made a worse
man of him when he was bad enough
already! All the foul night he lay toss
ing In his noisy chains. His wild eyes
were never closed. Yet once the
thought stole over him, had he been
worthy of Claire when she loved him
would all this ever have been? And
after that he lay quieter his heart
(To he Continued).
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