The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1874-08-01

rid of one sordid wretch but his cries
had been heard by some men in a
nelghboring field, and l was over
powered. This mana ruined game
ster, once a gentlemen-had changed |
me from an honest, honorable lad, to
felon, and then, disregarding the
honor which is said to exist even
among thieves, threw me over to save
himself. | would be content to give
five years of my life-nay more, [ would
be content to add five years to my life
could it purchase that one-half min
ute of which | was robbed.
My family disowned me, and made
no attempt even to procure counsel for
me. All forsook me except little Mary,
from whom | got tear-stained letter
inclosing a tive-pound note, her quar-
terly allowance, and telling me that she
would never forget me- My father had
forbidden any of them to write to me,
or even mention my name but Mary
had disobeyed him. 1t can't be wrong
to write to you, dear, she said, for
you are my own brother, always
There was a flaw in the evidence,
which my counsel took advantage of,
but Mr.. Pierson work against him
privately, collecting evidence for the
crown, and [ was convicted. Heaven
grant there may not be many poor
wretches who leave old England with
the feelings with which / left it. If i
had had the opportunity, / would have
put an end to my miserable existence.
[ was taken in cab, strongly guarded,
from the jail to the wharf We passed
one of the parks on our way [ had
been in prison some time, and the fresh
green grass, the trees and flowers, had
J never looked SO beautiful as now, when
| knew [ was looking on them for the
last time | thought of the Indigenous
white with blossoms in Northrmber-
land; the larks singing overhead Mary
| perhaps in our favorite nook in the
orchard, weeping bitter tears as last
goodbye to her handsome Teddy, as
she fondly called me- No wonder my
who in the sight of God were guilty of
my crime.
AS we went down the deck, a child
passed with a bunch of cowslips. Just
two years before [ had gathered them
for Lucy in the Kentish lanes The
child looked up wistfully as [ passed !;
presently she ran after us and put her
cowsips in my hand. That was the
| drop too much i'll the cup already full :
} to save my life l could not have kept
! back the tears which rolled over my
cheeks. | was handcuffed, but one of
my guards thrust handkerchief into
my hand with a few cheering words
gruffiy said. That touch Of sympathy,
and the child's gift, saved me from ut
ter despair That was the last [ saw OF
l England My life here has been the
same, day after day, except for the few
2 nights I spent in the bush, the two
4 times / got off. They mostly let me
g alone now. I keep by myself, and I've
+ never told word of this before. had
= almost forgotten l wasn't Jim Brown,
S until to-day. Did you hear how | hurt
+ my arm?'
: Gone of the men told me you Were
I helping to raise heavy stone, and that
: you let the lever slip in some way, and
l SO got your arm crushed"
y ''That's true as far as it goes; q
: gang of us were working on the road
!, when the carriage passed. / looked up
L as [ stepped out of the way, and who
e do you think I saw ?-Lucy and hel
: husbandl She was looking Just the
g same as ever, only prouder. | was SC
: near [ could have touched her dress.
1 she looked calmly at mel was only a
| convict, covered with the dust from hen
1 carriage wheels. If she had recognized
: me, the color would have faded a little
e from her pink cheeks, I think. I Won
i der if she remembers the letter | wrote
e her, before [ was transported? L told
y her some home truths then. She knows
who is to blame for my wasted-worse
a than wasted-life.
t Twelve years didn't seem much tC
: me. / looked after the carriage like
0 one stunned. The lever slipped from
e my hand-yOu say my arm is broke
T [ didn't think of it, until [ found
e couldn't lift it. Mr. Pierson has got
o some high appointment here, some one
! said. OF course his wife will be petteC
| and fattered. [ wonder how shewoul6
d like to be reminded of that summer il
n Kent How would she look if / should
n stop her carriage, and remind her of the
|. time when she swOre to love me for
[ ever, or how often her bright head has
t rested on my shoulder. [ can feel the
V thrill of her soft lips on my cheek
/, There, that's all, Do you believe il
n justice? I don't. The cause of evil
/ should be attacked now, it is only the
4 victim That woman is more guilty to-
e day than l. She drove me mad-and
: yet she rides by in her carriage, re
t spected and admired, while I, in my
f prison dress, can never be anything but
e what [ am-411."