Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1874-08-01
4" NO. ALL"
A COnvict's Story,

"411?" .....
"That's me, sir"
"Let me see your arm"
cts all right, sir" D.
"AH right, is it? In my humble
oplhlop it's as wrong as wrong can be-. /"
all looked down at the bruised flesh
and broken bones he had affirmed to be
y all right ;" with half-contemptuous
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 stoleinto
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
all, of careless good-breeding, could not
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 6
model for strength and beauty-a Her
cules in prison dress His hands
roughened and hardened by toll, had
been as slender and well-shaped as the
doctors own. His face, bronzed by ex.
posure to all weathers, was still high.
bred and refned-aquiline features,
clear brave eyes, and, above all, the
close-cropped hair of q convict. He
had that air of reserve, totally distinct
from rudeness, which only well-bred
people possess, and which impresses
even the most vulgar and obtuse.
Though the sensitive mouth BETRAYED
his delicate, nervous organization
nothing could be more stoical than the
composure with which he bore the tor
ture he was suffering.
"Why on earth, man, don't you say
something or cry out ?" exclaimed the
doctor, half impatiently.
Noticing the gathering whitenes.
round his patients lips, the doctor
hastily poured something in glass
and, bidding him drink it. went quick
ly on with his work. After few min
utes' silence he glanced up suddenly.
"What's that ?" pointing to small
blue figure on the brawny wrist.
"That? Oil my crest. I did i
when I was boy" said the man indif
ferently.
"Your crest ?"
"Did I say that ?" and a flush crep
over his face. "I must have beer
dreaming people do dream sometimes
don't theyP"
The doctor did not answer, but look
ed keenly at him, as he turned ava,
his head with q short, embarrassed
laugh.
"What is your name?"
"No. Ali"
81 don't mean that, I mean you
monae," persisted the doctor.
Jim Brown"
DIR. Harris laughed.
"Jim Brown Why don't you So,
Bill Soroggins? One name would sui
about as well as the other"
All frowned slightly.
"Why should I tell you my name I?
Sim sure I don't know" was the an
swer- Sunless because I want you to
That crest on your arm is very like M
own. I thought perhaps we were re
lated" ma
"And if we were? You wouldn'
own me?"
"Why notP I'm not bad fellow i
my way, neither do / think you are
Why shouldn't I own you Z"
The man raised himself on his arr
and looked searchingly in the doctor
face. Hsf fffE
GA convict ?" he said, slowly.
".Well," said the doctor, dryly, :"
don't see much society except convictt