The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1875-06-04

him, and when, weak from exhaustion,
he opened his eyes, the first person he saw
was windham.
The poor boy, in all his hard life, had
never experienced much that was bcauti.
ful and gentle, and now the sight Of the
hero Of his devotion standing by him and
looking on his face, made him smile in
spite Of his weakness. The tears filled
his eyes, andhc feebly put out his hand.
Windham took IL in both Of his.
4 "Did you take me out ?" said Tom, in
. slaint voice.
believe did, Tom. ssid windham.
"Lie still now, and don't talk, and you'll
soon be all right again"
Tom gazed on his gallant prcservcr.
His look was more eloquent than thou
sand words. All his childish alteration
and boy-idolatry Of manly strength, all he
could feel Of anectionatc gratitude spoke
in his eyes, and beamed from every fea-
ture Of his face. How could he ever do
any thing for his hero, to show how much
he thanked and loved him,--that tall,
strong, sclfreliant young athlete
Windham was touched by the clinging
look of the boy, and seemed to divine
what was in his mind. .e.f .rrf
"There, must 20 now, little fellow"
he said. Like enough you'll save my life
sometime, and then we'll he even. Good
bye"
The night came on. Tom was now out
Of pain, but very weak. He lay staring
up into the darkness, thinking OF Wind.
ham, and wondering what he could do to
serve him when he got out again. To
morrow the race would be rowed, and
then Windham would go away.
How deserted he would feel then! The
brave, handsome champion of st. Cathc-
rine's had kindlcd his heart, and brought
a glory into his dull life; and when he
went the world would beempty and lone
some. Tom even thought ofgoing secretly
after him, and staying near him. Perhaps
windham would take him. Ifhc would,
he would willingly be his slave.
Nine o'clock strickland so did ten
and so eleven-and so did twclve-and
yet Tom did not sleep. He lay ncryously
awake. thinking and bordering and
imagining.
All was still save the chipping of the
crickets and the voices Of the frogs on the
shoreso of tho lake. The moon arose, and
pale beams csfhc in through the tops of the
tall spruce trees, and trcmbled upon the
rough floor.
Still Tom thought and thought. Just
at three o'clock in the morning he heard
a hoarse half whisper. 1t was pretty
loud, and it csmc from the adjacent room,
occupied by his uncle's cronics-the two
men whom Windham had met upon the
lake. These persons were caterers, or
rathcrsutlers, who made money by selling
pastry aud drink at boat and horse races,
and large field assemblies. Like every
one else, they had preferences among the
rivals Of tomorrow, and had risked their
bets on favorite crews.
Maxwell! MAXWELL are you awake ~
said the voice.
nvo.p .o,,,;oa o,o,hor ro;oo IN .
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mnen 10 'ie c,uUs cav o'e'A'as'
Aoo"' h'e oo'ooA'
be sure that soups doctoredF
Yes, no mistake"
uood dose oil that Will settle md
ham,-blast INN hes the backbone OF
hiscrew ana II we canoniy weaken him.
they IL lose the race sure. tn weaken
EN- ALL l m thinking' wen rake IN our
money en-
mat so
lhere was pause during winch Tom
strained MS ears TO hear more.
say, Maxwell, did We shake the can
when you put the stun IN
res Puneheu oi' oi a nan mole
anu p,o~ou '"' Pomuo' III ,",, ,'''" yum
'ne" r : snooA en my u'u 81 !" q"
al, ihe' Ie nAeu'
anu pe''y won get inc wrong
ones
"o n'o,e uoiJ"'o' 'ha,' d o'"n IL
sue uoes' nio all ',ie rest o' Tue CANS
linen we We GOT en- sure
ny 'h,s ,lme ION was slt,ihg oolt up
r'en'in "eu' WIN MS eyes ana mouth open
70 'nei' "iues, extent Inc horror Oh ms
ui'co,e'y onlli'u ms piooa; us uncle
men naa arranged 70 uius 'ne y; ,a.he-
anu Trying 10 'hihh wha' 10 no. lie d'd
NOT hesitate 'ong' ms opportunity had
come 10 10 oiiething ior "lhdham
oa'eiu,'y uispi"o.'g 'nc cio'hirg ,ha'
iay up"" 'iin'' ne Pu, MS zee, outoi oed'
anu s'oou uPo" ,ne hoor' linen ne Iolse-
,es,'y put On MS pan,a'"ons ana MS
la1A1': iha' was n'i' ne uiu not uaie 10
u'Ne MS s''"cs' his nat was III 'ne iakc
"iiie"here'