disappointed the sadly for mr jones had left the town and was not expected to return for some days the spirit of the governor was evident in this reply the felt he was at war and his was an energetic but peace loving nature he paced the corridor looking both thoughtful and sad the rough eyed him with interest and he also fell into meditation and scratched his head invariable of thought with it was towards evening and his reverence still paced the corridor down hearted at opposition and wickedness but not hope and full of lovely and charitable wishes for all his flock when the melancholy fit suddenly came out of a prisoners with joy what is amiss asked the this is the matter said and he showed him a deuce of a five � it is too late to mend of hearts and an ace of diamonds and so on two or three cards of each a prisoner has been making these oat of his tracts how could he do that t look here sir he has kept a little till it turned to and then he has three or four leaves of the tracts together and dried them and then cut them into cards but the colors � how could he get them that is what beats me altogether but some of these prisoners know more than the bench of more evil i conclude you mean more of all sorts sir however i am taking them to the governor and he will it if any one can leave one red card and one black with mo while was gone the examined the cards with and that admiration of resource which a superior mind cannot help feeling there they were a fine red deuce of hearts and a fine black four of � cards made without and painted without tut how that was the question the entered upon this question with his usual zeal but happening to reverse one of the cards it was his fate to see on the back of it � the wages op sin are death a tract he at the sight here was an i the sulky brute could amuse himself cutting up my tracts presently the governor came up with his take no out of his cell for punishment at this word the s anger began to cool they brought out so you have been at it again cried the governor in threatening terms now you will tell mo where you got the paint to make these no answer do you hear ye sulky brute no answer but a glittering eye bent on put him in the jacket with an oath and laid each a hand upon the man s shoulder and walked him off stop cried suddenly his reverence is here and he is not partial to the jacket the was innocent enough to make a graceful grateful bow to give him the dark cell for hours continued with a malicious grin the thief gave a cry of dismay and shook himself clear of the anything but that cried he with trembling voice o you have found your tongue have you any punishment but that almost the despairing man leave me my reason you have robbed me of everything else for pity s sake leave me my reason the governor made a signal to the they stepped towards the thief the thief out of their way his eye rolling wildly as if in search of escape seeing this the two darted at him like one on each side this time instead of flying the thief was observed to move his body in a wa to meet them with two motions rapid as light and almost he caught between the eyes with his fist and drove his head like a ram into s belly and the two powerful men went down like in a moment all the within sight or hearing came round and and got up the latter bleeding both staring seeing himself hemmed in robinson ed no further resistance he himself down on the ground and there sat and they had to take it is never too late to mend him ap and carry him to the dark but as they were dragging him along by the shoulders he caught sight of the governor and looking down at him over the rails of corridor b at sight of the latter the thief himself free from his attendants and screamed to him � do yon see this you in the black coat you that told us the other day you loved us and now stand coolly there and see me taken to the to be got ready for the i d ye hear i hear you replied the and gently you called us your brothers you well then here is one of your brothers being taken to hell before your eyes i go there a man but i shall come out a beast and that cowardly murderer by your side knows it and you have not a word to say that is all a poor fellow gets by being your my curse on you all and i give twelve hours more for that roared his eyes i ml break him him ah the thief yon curse me do you d ye hear that the son of a appeals to heaven against me what does this lump of dirt believe there is a god then there must be one then suddenly flinging himself on his knees he cried if there is a god who them that suffer i cry to him on my knees to torture you as you torture us may your name be shame may your life be pain and your death may your skin rot from your flesh your flesh from your bones your bones from your body and your soul split forever on the rock of take him away white as a sheet they tore him away by 