The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1877-10-20

struggle" he said, ait would be benefit
to the community"
Is he so very badw she said, SILVER
ing.
Well. ma'am, he has been," the off
Ger replied. Just now he's been play
ing OFT. We found him at a trade, with
some custom, and he begged hard to be
let off and left to lead an honest life.
That is his blind. Oh, he is bad one |!
It'll only take half hour"
ooh, Eugene, l can't gol" she ex-
claimed, shrinking back and covering
her eyes. " couldn't be the means of
retaining him-and, oh! | couldn't see
the face again! 1t would drive me
Wild"
q 1t made an impression" said the
officer. +" You're the very person we
need. Mrs. Descamps. | haven't the
power to force you to go with me, except
as a criminal witness, but l can bring
the prisoner here"
"Ihat would be Objectionable for
many reasons" said Eugene ~ will go
with you, dear, and perhaps it would be
really best to make the effort"
And sure that it could only bring back
all her old trouble of two years ago
should she see that evil face in his dark
beauty and with its gash-like scar, Alice
put on her hat and cloak, and stepped
into the carriage with Eugene and the
officer
1t was strange contrast that was pre-
sented by Alice's entrance into that dark
place where that group Of fettered fierce
looking men, with their generic coun-
tenances, were defiled before her under
their guard the brilliant, beaming
young wife, with her shining hair, her
shining eyes-great, innocent eyes-her
snowy brow, her blooming cheek, the
sweetness on her trembling lips, taking
the one sunbeam that slanted through
the place on her golden brown velvets
and furs and plumes, like an aura of sue
cess and happiness. She felt it herself,
ooh, what have they done to be shut
in here?" she cried, and she burst into
tears. "No, mol" she said, looking up
with streaming eyes. 81 do not see
face | ever saw before" In spite of the
evasion, she told the truth; the tears in
her eyes hindered her seeing a single
face among them ALL
They selected one man from the rest
and brought him nearer. "Have you
no recollection of this face? they asked
The dark and evil beauty of that face,
with its gash-like scar! Perhaps the evil
was wearing off it; perhaps that was
only a look of yearning petition for mer-
cy-he had been merciful; he could have
taken her life. And then, was it not the
return of that will that she and Eugene
owed everything? ooh, don't! don't!
don't!" she cried, turning and burying
her face on her husbands arm, the very
personifcation of the repulsion, of limo
cence from vice. 81 told you | never
saw one of them before; what more do
you want?'
And the man went back to his trade,
for there was nothing to hold him.
" I'm living new life" he said to him
self the night of his return, as he filled
his pipe in freedom. "But one good
turn deserves ano Their, and I'll be blamed
if | ever let them know that poor Jim
and me broke open the old desk in the
old house, after we'd forged that will
and the names of the dead witnesses, SOS
to get hold of the bonds after the young
man got hold of 'em. Jim was master
hand. Well, that squares accounts, and
now the past's wiped out like an old
slate. But she's plucky, and she played
it well, and a beauty, too-and God
bless her! God bless heri y