Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1874-07-17
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lnats me, SIR.
Let me see your arm"
"It's all right, sir"
GAN right, is it? In my humble opin-
ion, 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-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 stole into
the room, Illuminating with a sudden
glory the bare walls and comfortless sur
roundings, and throwing into strong re-
lief 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 not
have been out of place under any cir
cumstances; but the other seemed
strangely in unison with and yet in con-
tradiction to his surroundings. His mus
cular frame might have served as a
model for strength and beauty-a Her
cules in q prison dress! His hands,
|
been as slender and well-shaped as the
doctors own. His face, bronZed by ex-
posure to all weathers, was still high
bred and refined - aquiline features ;
clear, brave eyes; and, above all, the
close cropped hair of convict. He had
that air of reserve totally distinct from
! EgdelnsssO add wncn' lfnpresses 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 nc
was suffering.
"Why on earth, man, don't you say
something, or cry outg" exclaimed the
doctor, half impatiently.
Noticing the gathering whiteness rounc
his patients lips the doctor hastily
poured something in a glass, and, bid
ding him drink it, went quickly on will
his work. After few minutes silence
he looked up suddenly.
whats that?" pointing to small
blue figure on the brawny wrist:
"That? Oh! my crest. | did 1t whel
was boy" said the man, indlfferently
"Your crest"
"Did 1 say tbat?" and flush crep
over his face. "Imust have been dream
l ing; people do dream, sometimes don
1 they?"
The doctor did not answer, but locke
q keenly at him as he turned away h
e head with a short, embarrassed laugh
!, "What is your nameY"
h "No. ALL"
h 81 don't mean that; / mean yot
n name" persisted the doctor.
!, Jim Brown"
i DIR. Harris laughed. " Jim Brown
h Why don't you say Bill ScrogginsG OI
o name would suit about as well as u
n other" -,
&c tell you my nameY a.,
!. "f'm sure / don't know" was the a
ri swer; "unless because want you
a That crest on your arm is very like
IS own. l thought perhaps we were
IF lated"
r "And if we were? You wouldn't oN
A me-" ,u
IN "Why not? I'm not bad fellow
IS nv way, neither do | think you a
ne Why shouldn't own your
lg The man raised himself on his arm
sc looked searchingly in the doctors ia
a "a conrict ?" he said, slowly.
IT. "Well," said the doctor, dryly,.
he don't see much society except convit
DIS at present, and l can't say but what
et- like them as we'll as l do tn
he who think themselves good deal betl
ms I've found out it isn't always the wo
he that are caught, by any means In
at radical you must know" he aau
ouaintly, "and very much 'disappro'
of by the family"
All looked out into the gathering da
ness for some minutes, and then ST
Gu quietly:
ich vict's story, sit down awhile; I've nc
he told IL to any one, and don't know
IAN l should tell it to you; but the MOOD
en- maybe: and then you've guessed my
rad cret nartly-at least, you know I'm
tie. linn Brown"-and smile flashed ac
ich his face. "How old do you think a
The he continued.
DIV. DIR, Harris looked at the powee
ted frame of the man-at the strong,
pas lines in his face.
ged Between forty and fifty, sh
liter sayi" ,.. .n,,
ned four the day was sentenced a plei
i'm. way of celebrating ones birthday, w
ace. itY' There was a lot of stuff in
,iza papers about my youth, and my |
ON so thardened.' Did they think l
MS a going to beg for mercyS-not I've
Rev out here twelve years now, and csc
lum. twice and been caught again. but L
en- once more, some time"
anne "You ought not to tell me that, "
lied, the doctor, smiling.
aft "Why notS They watch me al
with time, anyway, just give me
ortu. water, will your Thanks. We
sol. ought to commence with my name,
sea pose. 1t is Edward Tracy, WI
bv a second son of Northumberland s
te re. who had just enough money TO Ike
was the place for my brother, and no
ropes A fine old place it was, and the onl.
lisap. nv DAYS can look back to were
there. That was when ! was a
home for the holidays, eager
r was cricket and football, and to whom
:, the and the range of the rabbit-warreI
perfect happiness. After awhile