Sioux City register. [volume] (Sioux City, Iowa) 1858-1871, 1858-11-18

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Bat The revenge which, iissls b little,
he'd stsesebel iv I6bross roots through Ne
coil Of my heart ill every drop Of lits- juice
vent to uourisA the plant, now began 10
put forth its blossoms, end I felt them bud
into a ecstssie, poisonous fragrance. Ny
sweet, long. .hopsd.for hour had comsl In
few moments more he despissd convict
should burst opsa bic motley ehfyaalis, and
Be rushing Rke winged Nemesis 70 Get.
III accounts with ths world which had
the start Of hin By fifteen years. an-i
1~sat 70 the prison wardrobe and got
back that dress which, in days long gone,
l had put Of with The rect Of ~ humsni.
y. They were clean, fastidious, gentle
0sn.like - when ieA them. seemed
for . noment at their tight. 70 be waking
from ths terrible eternity Of bed dream
-so b finding them folded By my bed,
eide, where they hsd lain only since the
last night. S~@5 81
Ihsa seme in With the majesty Of the
lava guard on either side. went out
alons-no danger wss apprehended Of my
escaping from that other prison-the
world. Leaving the high gray walls be-
hind ne. struck into the road for Hart.
ford. Had I come out fvs years before l
might have been expressly softeusd By
The long, unwonted music Of the birds
that, from tfees and orchard wallis, made
the cir full Of their joy. Now had lived
past the time when su.h things could
touch me, and walked still 10 the lock-
step, looking neither about nor forward.
but ever moodily on the ground. And
thus, late in the afternoon, came whittier
the commencement Of my recital 6nds me,
and stood in the market-place Of the town
which had last seen fade out behind me
~ went away in scorn.
No wonder that BY al the passers I WAS
stared at Is an oddity-somethinQ to be
suspected and shrunk from-for my griz.
zled hair vas Of the prison cut, my cloth
ing had gone out Of fashion when the
fathers in the street we're children, and not
By fear but long use, looked no man in
the face. And here and there in knots
the people whispered about me, sometimes
With evident csrelessness q TO how loud.
Bu' only nursed deeper and more quiz
ct wrath.
There came along that way throng Of
children just from school. Stepping up
To one Of them, I asked, ''Dses George
Markham stilI live in this placer" The
littls girl turned up sunny spring morn
ing face and answered, Il am bis daugh.
ter. sir; do son wish to see him p
A hel'ish thought suggested itself to
me. I said, "Yes, you may show me the
way to bis house" l knew we should
take cross path over the fields and past
lone reach Of lonely woods. In the
most solitary par, Of that I might wreak
upon the guilty head of George Markham
the most terrible vengeance which could
wipe out his most bitter wrong TO me. l
would kill bis child and bring her home
to him, confessing that did it. and glo
ryirg in the enc Of that most horrid game
Of quoits On which he had staked my hea
ven and Lost it. az,. ..a.w-
The little maides took my hand CONF,
dingly. That might unnerve me; 90
losed it, aad told her to 10 before while
| followed. She tossed back her carls and
went bounding shead at . rate my strides
we're hardly equal 70. Still kept my eye
upon her. After . while we came into
low brook-course between two hills, over
the foremost one Of which could just see
the chimneys Of my brother's house.
looked about memo one was in sight
rescue was impossible. The devil whis-
pcred, "Nowl" Then called her t. stop,
saying l must look for something had
dropped. She obeysd, and stood amusing
herself makisg wrsaths With the violets
which grew BY the water.course, while
stopped 70 End heavy stone. which might
do my bidding Of vengeance surely and
silently. All around NJ in the bed Of the
brook were nothing but pebbles. walk.
cd few steps further down in my quest
The lite girl must. have thought me leav-
ing her, for, all st once, heard her call,
gently, Il am waiting for you r.
Gracious Godl Who spokef Do the
loved the. are forever lost cry to us out Of
Paradisef Il am waiting for youl' noa.-
ed down through the prison bars from her
whom the father had just numbered with
the saints. -.
II stood up ssd wandered back, more
dreaming than swske, 70 tho spot whore
George Aaskhsa's daughter still stsid
plsitiag violsts. She tarned 70 ne with .
smile and said, II did not mean 10 hurry
you, sir, but my father 10 very unwelI, and
ossht 70 be . home. Will yoa please
tell Ne how lats Il Isl"
i Fer the 6rst time ater thoss 6f.een
prison years. in which, knowing toll and
darkness only, bad asked no other msa
surement Of time, mechanically put my
hand TO my breast and drew out my re.