Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 32, Number 113, 12 May 1907 — Page 7

The Richmond Palladium and Sun-Telegram, Sunday, May 12, 1907.

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MIC fM&rek 2 .8. ?,. v. A a Synopsis of Preceding Chapters. CHAPTER I Thomas Erichsen. young Englishman, ha3 lost the mon ey 'ih which he was to pay hi3 passttge out to India. He lends Captain Blaydes 35, the amount of his pass age money, and In return gets a worthless check, which leaves him 'ennik-ss. He confesses his error to Claire Harding, his boyhood sweet heart. II. James Edward William Daintree is in love with Clair;. Ill Tom finds out that Captain Blaydes is paying attention to Claire and is to be at her house that night. Jfe vows to have satisfaction from Ulaydes, but promises Claire that he will not seek Blaydes for two weeks. iom meets Blaydes a few moments late and demands his iJS5. IV. Blaydes draws a sword cane on Tom, who smashes it . with a heavy stick which he carries. Blaydes has jiot the money, but gives Tom his Kold watch, and Tom signs an agreement to pawn the watch and give the ticket to Blaydes. Tom leaves and is accosted by a deformed man, who asks the time. The next morning Ulaydes i3 found brutally murdered beside the stile where lie had been talking to Tom. V. Blaydes has leen robbed of everything, among which the newspapers mention the gold watch which was really given to Tom. Tom had stopped for the night at the house of the man who was driving the coach at the time Tom met Blaydes. He is accused by the coachman of being the murderer. He escapes and disguises himself, but Js afraid to pawn the watch. VI Tom spends the night In a boathouse and next day Is invited in to the house of a small fat gentleman, the owner, who does his best to make liim feel at home. He Is betrayed by this man into the hands of the police for the murder of B,laydes. VII Claire believes him guilty. Mr. Harding hires a lawyer to see Tom. The lawyer thinks Tom is guilty and insults him In his cell. Tom throws fcim out. VIII Claire gets Dalntree to retain Jlassett. one of the best criminal lawyers in England, to plead Tom's cause. IX Tom is held for the next criminal sessions court. I v- it : s . i i it -v. mii v s inaiu nus ovcraeara me i conversation between Claire and Tom on the night of the murder, w hen Tom j more he would get even with Blaydes , if he had to kill him to do it. The! of her jewels as hush money. XI Tom is convicted of murder In the first degree. XII Tom is placed in the condemned cell. XIII Tom's sentence Is commuted to transportation for life. XIV Claire's engagement to Paintree is announced. The latter's lath- itr warns Claires father against Dalntree. XV. Tom, as a convict in Australia, i3 bound out to the Sullivans, it. peculiar and harsh family who live lar in the interior at a place dubbed Castle Sullivan. . . .......,,. XVI Tom meets the cook, Peggy O'Brien. Nat Sullivan," who is in love with her, - becomes insanely jealous. Tom finds .a man giving stolen goods in exchange for some liquor. Later the man is caught and f;iven lifty lashes. He thinks that Tom "peached." XVII Nat Sullivan Js foiled by Tom in a scheme by which the latter would have been flogged. Later in the night he nreers Peggy with Nat and accuses him indirectly of the trick. Peggy sides with Tom, and Nat attempts to strike her. Tern knocks him down. XVIII Tom is sentenced to fifty lashes. He breaks away and-knocks old man Sullivan! down, but is caught end gets a hundred. u .. tl ..r- 4 will be toe bet ter understood -when It is explained that the courthouse was not a house at nil. but a mere ring of weather board huts, of which the justice room was une. the lockup another, the constables' quarters a third and a store and a stable a fourth and fifth. . The yard thu formed was furthermore inclosed by a brushwood fence, broken ouly between the stables and the justice room, where there was a gate instead, and In the very center of this open space, blotting the edge of the deep sky and scoring the dazzling earth with shadows like scars, stood that worse than gallows, at which men were beaten into brutes and brutes into devils week after week throughout the year. A sergeant and two constables formed the gariison of this lodge of law and order It: the wilderness. The sergeant was an emancipist, and of the trio only one had come to the country on his own account. The third was actually a conTiet at this very time and a glaring ruS3an into the bargain. Originally a butcher boy, who had robbed his master In the City road, he still smacked of the slaughter house with his raw red face and cruel eye. find on this young felon devolved the congenial task of administering the lash. In such hands Tom was led to the triangles, with a white face, but quickened eyes. The ticket of leave overpeer was also of the party, filliug hi.: plf and grinning to himself between l;iT flaming whiskers, like a man prepared to enjoy the thing thoroughly The sergeant, however, made him stand back a little, though with a win' ss he touched the culprit on the shoulder. "Come, my lad, said the sergeant confidentially, "it needn't hurt you when all's said and done." Tom looked at him in faint astonish meet. "We ain't obliged to lay It on that thick." pursued the sergeant in the same confidential tone. "It's all left to us. It needn't linrt him, need it. ii'atestr" "Not if he comee- up to the mark.

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Author of "Raffles, the Amateur Cracksman," "Sting'aree. Etc. - M Ceprrijht. !83. by CHARLES SCRIBNER-S SONS. f But he won't, no tear:- saia rue eibutcher, who had got the cat and was practicing with it upon the woodwork of the whipping frame. "We'll ask him." said the sergeant "We'll give him the chance. Will you come up to the mark, my son, or will yon take it hot?" Toa looked at his inquisitors with a sullen, puzzled expression and chanced to see the overseer at a little distance shaking his head and touching his pockets. "Not got any?" cried the sergeant. "You ask him," returned Ginger. "Got no money?" said the sergeant. "That's what we mean by coming up to the mark, you know." "A pound apiece," suggested the free constable "that'd soften the job." He stared at them in degged defiance. "I told you so." said the butcher, throwing down the cat. "Let's truss him up." "Even a pound between us" the sergeant had said, when the butcher began to grumble and Tom's lip to curl, and this settled It. "Up with him!" cried the sergeant. "We'll teach you to sneer at us. my gamecock! Stop a bit, though. Ills legs won't stretch In these here Irons. Who the blazes put them on?" And the zealous officer knelt himself to un fasten a pair of anklets coupled by a short but massive chain and employed illegally by Dr. Sullivan on his farm. A pair of figure 8 handcuffs had been locked upon Tom's wrists at the same time, but both his wrists and his hands were small, and during the night he had found that he could slip out of these at any moment. He was out of them now before a soul dreamed of it. so slvlv did he stana to nave tne shackles off his feet. The heavy handled scourge lay on the ground. Its raw faced wielder was halfway out of his coat. The other constable was talking to Ginger in the shade. The sergeant had undone the second anklet and was just rising from his knees with the pair. Next moment he was on his back in the dust, and Tom was planted before the triangles, with the scourge caught up by the thongs In his two hands and the heavy handle whirling round his head. The butcher rushed at him with one sleeve still In his coat and received the butt end of his pet instrument full upon the forehead, where a great green wart sprang out as If by magic even, as he reeled away. It was at this there arose the outcry which brought Dr. Sullivan to the Justice room door, and the sight that staggered even him was the sight of his groom, the blood all flown from his face to his eyes, gnashing his white teeth and whirling that thick oak handle round a head of wavy yellow hair. Tom had not Improved in looks since his arrival in New South Wales, but at that moment there was a fineness in his ferocity, a sublimity in his despair, which were not lost upon both the gentlemen now watching from the door. Mr. Strachan, a ne. beheld a fellow man figjiting for a mannooa mat was more 10 mm than life against a degradation worse than death, and he wished himself back at his farm. Not so Dr. Sullivan, whose consternation lasted but a moment. The next he was In the thick of It, rallying the constables, flourishing his cane and leading a rush which made the rebel slip beneath the triangles and take to his heels. The pack followed, all but Dr. Sullivan, who now fell back, with the sun glistening on his white hair and a gnarled hand shading his eyes. Tom plunged between the lockup and the store and ran round the fence to the left, like a rat In a ring, but It was too high for him at every point. The pack doubled and had hemmed him In when he swerved and was through them, leaving Ginger on the ground with redder whiskers than before. The Anglo-Indian, at the justice room door, was irresistibly reminded of his youth at Rugby and had an old cry iu his throat when he recollected himself and gulped it down in time. The convict was rushing straight for the outlet between stables and justice room. The pack were at his heels. In front of him the gaunt old doctor stood his ground like n grenadier, with his bamboo cane, and the open gate and a tethered horse beyond. Mr. Strachan stood petrified by sheer curiosity as to what would happen next. It never occurred to him to in terfere. fie thought the doctor must give way. The doctor did no such thing. fie stood fast, with his cane as though It had been a saber, and Tom, whirling his weapon still, whirled It high Into the sky and bowed to the doctor be cause he could not strike him down. As he bowed the bamboo slashed his shoulder and would hare cloven him to the ribs had it been steel. Next in stant he was overpowered, and they dragged him back to the triangles as Dr. Sullivan turned to his brother mag istrate, with a heightened color and sparkling eyes. "A hundred!" cried the doctor in his roost dictatorial voice. "A hundred what? asked Mr. Strachan. "Lashes!" said the doctor, wiping his forehead with a red silk handkerchief. Tou can't give him less after this. I'd like to make it two! But we needn't haul him in again to hear It. Just give the order out here." "J beg your pardon," said Strachan nervously. "I decline to give it at all." "Decliue to order him another fifty for a bloodthirsty outrage like this?" "Yes. I do." "You must have taken leave of your senses!" cried the domineering doctor. "Or is it that you sympathize with the man who felled my son?" Mr. Strachan turned a deeper yellow. "You know me better than that. Dr. Sullivan!" he cried hotly. "Sympathize with a convict! It's not that at all. It's because it's irregular. I doubted

urisdictiou iu tue beginning. I kno it Isn't now, and I'll have no more t lo with it-" , "You won't? Then I will!" said D Sullivan. "I'll take the responsibilit upon myself!" "I won't be a party to any further Ir regularity." said Strachan, "and it's i

clear case for quarter sessions If eves there was one. That's my only point The man deserves it, of course." Yet he retired into the justice roon and shut the door, but failed to shu out th rasping sound of Dr. Sullivan' voice, exultantly doubling the seutenc and crying to the ex-butcher to lay o the whip cord as he had never laid i on before. "Trust me!" came the reply throug the open window. "Look at my fore head. sir. I'll cut his bowels out fo that!" Mr. Strachan sprang up and shut thwindow with a bang. He was strange ly shaken. Many were the floggings he had ordered or inspired and even witnessed without a qualm. There was something in this man's face that had appealed to him and troubled him from the first. As he shut the window there was something else in the white sheen of the doomed nude back over yonder that made him feel instinctive ly there was the remnant of a gentleman, tied up for whipping like a cur. And this conviction made the Anglo Indian, who was the remnant of a gentleman himself, more uncomfortable than he had felt for years. He turned his back on the window and sat down, listening against his will. In the very chair from which he had delivered prearranged judgment. He heard it once and winced and twitched his shoulders, as though the stroke had fallen on them. He heard it again. He began mumbling the end of a new cheroot and listening to the flies on the window pane, whose buz zing had suddenly become very loud But louder yet were those horrible sounds outside, and even more horrible was the exultant croak of the old doctor at regular intervals between sounds. "Comb your lashes, my good man!" his rasping voice kept crying. "Comb those lashes! Comb those lashes!" Strachan found himself counting them, with "that striking 'face still before him and those desperate eyes waiting upon his as they had waite here while he was delivering his meal mouthed address and looking at hie as they had looked for one momen when he was done. A white stare o incredulity, a flash of reproach, anothe of contempt, and a back . turned dis dainfully with a shrug. That was a! but it had burned the , magistrate a the time. It would burn him in.th ' retrospect ever after. To stop counting he put his thum " j !D his ears." always with an eye o the door, so that none should surprise him in that position, but "Comb, thoslashes!" came to them stUl, and . the he began listening for another void and a different cry. He listened fo; these in positive terror, with the per piration dripping from his nose anr his ears mo.u;:ug like the sea beneat! both thumb. However, no voice reach ed them but that of the savage old doc tor, crying not about the lashes up b the end. Then came-a pause. Mr Strachan made sure it was a pause, dried his f.ie n'.it his thumbs in his a rn1?! ' fifw back his chair His features wera sufficiently composed when Dr. Sullivan strode into the room with a deeply dissatisfied air "Well?" drawled Mr. Strachan. "Not a sound!" growled the doctor "Not a moan. But I'll break his spirit yet! I'll break him or I'll know th rpason wlii-I" And he crround wh:u teeth he had una wiped his wrinkled forehead with the red silk handkerchief. "Bravo!" cried Mr. Strachan. Dr. Sullivan looked up sharply, but took this expression of enthusiasm to himself, as a tribute to that indomita ble and ferocious will which was his pride. "You know me. Strachan," said he. "What I say I mean, and if you'd backed me up just now and stopped outside 3cu"d know why I say it. Notone solitary groan! But I'll break him yet. I'pon my soul I believe I could have done it w ith this cane! The fool of a fellow didn't half lay on. He said he'd give it him all the harder for that nice thing on his forehead, but it's my opinion" The sergeant rushed into the room. "He's gone, sir! He's gone!" The doctor whipped a leather case from his pocket and went out hurriedly. In five minutes he was back. His colleague was sitting like a yellow ghost. "Gone?" chuckled the doctor. "A little faint, nothing more, and as stubborn as a mule the moment I brought him to. P.ut I'll break him yet, Strachan: I'll break him yet!" "He had his full hundred?' "Every lash." "His his skin" "Like tissue paper; drew at the fourth, but not a sound, not a syllable all through." "And he's fit to go back to the fa rai ;" "Fit enough tor declared, him where he in the lockup and they know if I let him," the doc"But I prefer to keep is till tomorrow. Here he can do no mischief, how to look after them here. But what's the matter with you, Strachan? You look used up. The heat, eh?" "The climate altogether!" cried the other, rising. "I'm sick of this country, Sullivan. India was a fool to it. I'd give all I've got to be going back there tomorrow!" CHAPTER XIX. , THE sergeant had looked into the lockup for the last time that night. He had made his last overture to the prisoner, had cursed and cuffed him for a sulky dog, and so taken leave of him for the night. Not a word had Erichsen uttered in all these hoiirs. He had answered no question, replied to no taunt nor yet once raised his eyes from the ground. There he sat with a damp blanket about his torn body and his rough yellow head between his hands. Food had been put before him and remained there still. A pannikin of tea stood cold and sour and black with drowned fiies upon the ground. The flies were the worst of all his outward Ills. Bat the shocking torments of a brain cruelly cleared by pain and weak ness were worse than the "flies.

The "key had been turned la the padlock and put In its place on the bears above. The sergeant's bluster had died away, and the sergeant's footsteps followed suit. Across the yard there came a laugh, an oath, a good

night ironically shouted, then a throw ing on or doois mat jmgieu and a shutting of doors. Now all was still and In the lockup the stillness was as unbroken as elsewhere. He never stir red but to shrug away a fly. The moon shone in through holes in the tin lid roof, through crevices in the match wood walls, and in the soft sifted light he sat immovable. It was such a prison as a man of spirit could have broken with preposterous ease. But this one had no spirit left. Fie was nc longer a man. His precious manhood had been beaten out of him like dust from a carpet. And the sense of that irrevocable loss bit deeper than the glutted flies. Was It a horse outside against the brushwood fence? The sound was the first Tom seemed to have heard for many years. In his blackened brain it struck a first inappreciable spark of Interest. He listened. Then came another and a nearer sound as of something torn. He listened eagerly. What could it be? Minutes passed. There were no more sounds until the padlock was tried and a hand went feeling foi the key. Tom raised his head for the first time as the moon streamed In through the open door, when he perceived that it was Peggy's bare feel which had made no noise. With that he lowered his head again, for there was no place in it even for surprise. But unconsciously he gave a moan. She went upon her knees beside him and flung out her arms, but drew them back, with a shiver, from that loose spread blanket. "Tom!" she whispered. "Speak to me. darlin. It's Peggj come to see how y are." He never spoke, never looked up not gave any sign that he heard her words, unless it was that his bowed head hung more heavily than before. "It's Peggy O'Brine." the girl pursued, with a sob in her throat. "Sure an ye've not forgotten Peggy the cook? It's to comfort ye I've come, dearie, an' haven't I the right? Ah, then, an wasn't it all through me it was?" The sob got - loose,- and she was wringing her hands and gazing at Tom through her tears as though her heart would break for him. In return he stared heavily at her, but shook his head as her meaning came home to him. "Indeed an it was," persisted Peggy. Only for me you niver would have struck 'm at all. An' to think it was meself that warned ye In the beginning an went an drove ye to it In the ind' If only you had let 'm strike me dead' at his feet It 'd have been Dettiier than that an' this!" Still he looked at her without a word, and still tbere was uo light, no life, no feeling in the look, but only dumb and dead despair. "You thought I liked 'im!" exclaimed Peggy wildly. "They've been tellin' ye their black lies in the huts. It's little they know how it's been between us from the sthart. I'll tell ye this, Tom, betther a hundhred times be the man lie's a spite agin than the girl he's his wicked eye ujon. That's Mr. Nat for ye. an' I hate 'im I loathe Im 'tis God's truth I'm telling ye. Tom, dear, he cot me out there last night I niver wint out wid 'im. He cot me prowliu about, as he said, an' that's the truth, too, though he tould It. I couldn't sleep for thinkin' o' the two o' yez. It's well I knew he was up to some divil's work at la' t. I'd seen 'im talkin' an' what do you suppose he's ur in now?" sskfd I'err. iroina off at a tangent. "What uo you suppose he's doin' at this moment? Lyin dhrunk on his bed lyin' de'd dhrunk for the shame of it! You knocked 'm down. You knocked 'm down. , He won't get over 't till his dyin' day. Nobody ilse ivcr so much as lifted a han' agin 'im on the farm. But glory be to God. you knocked 'im down!" There was more than unthinking exultation in her tone; there was a very singular sort of pride also, and this as unthinking as the other, it was so ingenuous and plain. But Tom saw nothing with those dreadful eyes and heard but little beyond her soothing brogue. And then she did think and saw a mark on the blanket in a rod of moonlicrht (for she had shut the door) and cried out to God to forgive the most selfish woman in all the world. She had thought of herself and not of Tom. She had talked about herself and not about Tom. In her selfishness she had forgotten what she had brought him, and a medicine bottle of pilfered milk and rum was at his parched lips In an instant. She made him drink of It, and drink deep, and mutton sandwiches, deliclously cut and salted, she put between his teeth with her own finger?, bite after bite, as though he had beeu her Infant. And ali the time she was railing at herself for forgetting this and being the most selfish woman in tlje world, while he ate and drank from her tender hand and never said a word. But when this was over ho took that band in his. and so they sat as it seemed for hours in a thin Bain of fil tered moonshine. Still his eves were steadily downcast the whole time. Thus they missed the happy tears in hers. At last he spoke, and it was terrible. for she could not Understand a word. Then he coughed and tried again and said, "God bless you, Peggy only there isn't one in New South Wales V And that left them both silent and the girl grieving openly for almost as long again. Then he said quite quietly: "Y"ou know I've been in the condemned cell, Peggy. But It was nothing to this. My God, It was nothing to this!" Peggy pressed his hand. "The condemned cell at Newgate, he went on. "I was there ur to the very last night and heard the people taking their places to see me swing. Well, that night was nothing to this. And if they had hanged me in the morning it would have been nothing nothing it wonld have been nothing" The hoarse voice broke, sob after sob shook the tortured body, and the girl glowed with shame to find herself the useless witness of an agony so supreme. But his tears dried hers and bound their fount. It froze her heart to hear and see h!tn. She was afraid to sneak to h!m tr tin--h ii? , - --" J UUUU. I She withdrew a l!rtt ni .,- h.,. I

ground. Sne stooped and picked up a coin. "Ha!" cried Tom. His voice was very bitter now. but under control In a moment. "Where did it come from?" asked Peegy with the coin to a shining crevice. "I am ashamed to tell you." and he irround bis teeth. "But you will never guess. From a greater brute than either of the Sullivans. He came to look at me just afterward. I was steaming like a horse in this blanket, and he came and gloated over me and flung me a farthing a farthing the ver.f beast who ordered me the lashes and pretended to be so kind. "A farth'n!""Yes. God help him if ever I get his yellow throat between these ten fingers!" And they were clutching murderously in the air. and there was murder in every vibration of the husky voice. "Sure, an it Isn't a farth'n it is at alL" "What Is it. then? A sov'riu!" And the soft Irish brogue was rich with honest satisfaction. She showed him the coin In triumph. He regarded it with a leadon eye. "A sov'rin!" repeated Peggy, with enthusiasm. "Stick it in your pockut an" be grateful iver afther to Teggy's bare fut." He shook his head. "You wont?" Another shake. "TIs sinful pride I call it." remonstrated the girl. "The kind man meant well" "The kind man!" "An isn't he?" "I owe him a bit already, replied Tom. "Let me settle that first." "But this he meant well, man. This

a rn arth'r. (To Be Continued.) "Loving is a painful thrill, Not to love more painful still. But ah! it is the worst of pain, To love and not be loved again." (When you feel that way, better take Holllster's Rocky Mountain Tea. A. G. Luken & Co. No Wonder the Son Was Surprised. A melodrama was some years since played in a certain theater, the chief actor in which had made himself, from his overbearing conduct, disliked by one and all. In the last scene he wa supposed to visit the tombs of his an cestors. In the center of the stage, upon a marble pedestal, stood the statue of his father. A heavy fold of dra per covered the figure. Enter Albert. "Once again," he says, "let me gaze upon those features which in life so often beamed with tenderest affection. Father, thy mourning son now comes to ray thee reverence. Let me remove the veil which from vulgar gaze shields the image of a once dear parent." The drapery fell aside, and, behold, the father stood upon his head! The effect cannot be described. It was electric. The shouts of laughter which followed effectively put an end' to the scene, which changed to the next as quickly as possible amid the bravos of the audience, the anger of the manager and the uncontrollable rage of the actcr. Lotk'ti Tit-Pit. Artificial gas, the 20th Century fuel 10-U a ponce court story which is said to .Ilus'r-nte "the indifference of the average c'ckon to good advice" was told recently at Kingston, Et'gland, when a carter was charged w'ih stealing a fowl. "I am guilty of stealing the fowl," admitted the prisoner. "It was eating the corn out of ray hor?e's nose bag and I sr. Id to it, 'If you don't go away, I'll mnk? you.' and struck it with the whip. When I saw it was dead, I put it in the wagon. I didn't know who owned it." "I judge it was the chicken's fault," remarked the prosecutor, "and I'll not press the charge against tho mnn." Luck. Luck means rising at 6 o'clock in the morning, living on a dollar a day If you earn two, minding your own business and not meddling with other people's. Luck means appointments you have never failed to keep, trains you have never failed to catch. Luck means trusting in God and in your own resources. Ex c ha n ge. Helping Her Out. Miss Peppery No, he didn't like your eyebrows. He said they were too black. Miss Paintter The idea! Miss Peppery However, I assured him tbey were not as b!ack as they were paint ed. Philadelphia Inquirer. The good man prolongs bis life. To be able to enjoy one's past life is to live twice. Martial. If You Use Ball Blue,. Get Red Cross Ball Blue, tho best Ball Blue. Large 2 oz. packages only 5 cents. An Enthusiastic Astronomer. So great was the enthusiasm of the French astronomer La Caille in the cause of science that he restricted himself to the use of one eye. resting the other solely for his telescope. It is almost incomprehensible that a man should thus voluntarily deprive himself of one of his most useful members, but it is recorded that by these means be was able to achieve many very interesting results. If In need of a liog, sheep or cattle dipping tank, write before buying to the National Medical Co.. Sheldon, la. Xne nnniDer ot aliTerent species of animals knewn to naturalists is roughly 15G.O0O. of which 15,300 are vertebrates or h--1--"-' Artificial gas, the 20th Century fueL 10-tf Leaving Richmond 11:15 p. m. via C, C. & Lu lands you in Chicago at 7:00 a. m. Through sleepers and coaches. You will like it. apr6-tf L

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