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

From the July Overland.

From the July Overland.
CLIP"
"That's me, sir.
"Let me see your arm.
cts all right, sir.
"All right, is it? In my humble
opinion it's about as wrong as wrong
can be.
All looked down at the bruised flesh
and broken bones he had affirmed to
be "all right" with half contemptu-
Gus smile, and then, resigning himself
to the inevitable, laid quietly watching
the white hands of the young doctor as
he prepared splints, ,'bandages, etc., and
commenced the work of setting the
bone, now rendered doubly difficult by
the swelling of the bruised flesh.
The light of the setting sun stole into
the room, Illuminating with sudden
glory the bare walls and cOmfortless
surroundings, and throwing into strong
relief the two figures which gave life to
the picture. The doctors frank, good
humored face, slight easy figure and
air OF careless good breeding could no
have been out of place under any cir
cumstances; but the other seemed
strangely in unison with, and yet IN
contradiction to, his surroundings.
His muscular frame might have served
as model for strength and beauty
Hercules in a prison dress His
hands, roughened and hardened by toll,
had been as tender and well-shaped as
the doctors own. His face, brOnzed
by exposure to all weathers, was still
high-bred and refned-aquiline feat
ures, clear, brave eyes, and above all,
the close cropped hair of convict. He
had that air of reserve, totally distinct
from rudeness, which only well-breed
people possess, and which impresses
even the most vulgar and obtuse.
Though the sensitive mouth betrayed
his delicate, nervous organization, moth
ing could be more stoical than the com
posure with which he bore the torture
he was suffering.
Why on earth, man, don't you say
something, or cry out? ?" exclaimed the
doctor, half impatiently.
Noticing the gathering whiteness
around his patients lips, the doctor
hastily poured something in a glass
and, Bidding him drink it, went quickly
on with his work. After a few minutes
silence he glanced up suddenly.
whats that ?" pointing to a small
blue figure on the brawny wrist.
"That? O! my crest. Ibid it when
[ was boy, said the man inditferently.
your crest 2"
"Did [ say that?" and flush ere ht
over his face 81 must have been
dreaming; people do dream, sometimes,
don't they p
The doctor did not answer, but looked
keenly at him, as he turned away his
head with short, embarrassed laugh.
"What is your name ?"
"No. AL"
81 don't mean that ; [ mean your
name, persisted the doctor.
Jim Brown"
DIR. Harris laughed. Jim Brown
Why don't you say Bill Scroggins One
name would suit as well as the other y
All frowned slightly. "Why should
| tell you my name? ?"
I'm sure l don't know" was the
answer; "unless because [ want you
to. That crest on your arm is very
like my own. [ thought perhaps we
were related.
"And if we We're? You wouldn't own
me"
"Why not? I'm not bad fellow in
my way, neither do l think you are.
Why shouldn't own you ="
The man raised himself on his arm,
and looked searchingly in the DOCTOR
face.
ga convict ?" he said, slowly.
"Well, said the doctor, dryly, 6
don't see much society except convicts,
at present, and | can't say but what /
like them as well as [ do those who
think themselves a good deal better.
I've found out it isn't always the worst
that are caught, by any means. Tn a
radical, you must know" he added
quantity, land very much disapproved
of by the family
All looked out into the gathering
darkness for some minutes, and then
said, quietly:
"Well, sir, if you care to hear con-
vict's story, sit down awhile. I've
never told it to any one, and [ don't
know why [ should tell it to you; but
the moods on me, and [ might as well
talk IS think, maybe; and then you've
guessed my secret partly-at least, you
know Tmnot jim Brown" and smile
flashed across his face. How old do
you think | amp" he continued
DR. Harris looked at the powerful
frame of the man-at the strong, hard
lines in his face.
Between forty and fifty, should
say"
"Thirty-six, yesterday / was TWEEN
ty-four the day [ was sentenced; a
pleasant way of celebrating ones birth
day, wasn't it? There was a lot of
stuff in the papers about my youth
and my being SO hardened Did they
think [ was going to beg for mercy p
not I I've Eeen out here twelve years
now, and escaped twice and been caught
again but I'll try it once more, some
time"
"You ought not to tell me that, said
the doctor, smiling.