The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1877-03-08
slowed wink upon her which saved
the trouble of speech.


slowed wink upon her which saved
the trouble Of speech.
| How to address this man? How to
touch with the slightest spark Of hu-
man feeling heart 40 callous and so
scared?
Ben Croil saved her the trouble of
consideration. He stepped to the foot
of the bed and gazed steadfastly in the
face of his enemy.
'At last I've found you," he said.
"Ay, mate, you've found me, and
none too soon. Guess I'll save my
neck yet" He spoke with an effort,
but there was the determination Of
keeping ii up to the end i'm his face.
where's that rope you spoke about,
bo's'na'' he went on. Cheated you,
after all Boston Toms booked Look
We here, mate, all of them fellows is
dead and gone, every man jack Of
them. Some of 'em drowned; some
Of 'em cut up for food when we took
to the boats; some of 'em food for
sharks. Toungster. give me hold Of
that bottle" He took pull at the
rum and went on, after a fit of cough
ing which might have killed an os-
trich. ugh, it's this cough that pre-
vents me from talking; prop me up a
bit more, boy. So, Ben, you're done
this time"
"Say you're sorry, mate" said Ben,
in whose mind, touched by tho sight
of the folorn wretch, Helen's teaching
suddenly sprang up full-blown into
charity. Say you're sorry"
whats the use of thato' asked the
impenitent murderer THAT won't
bring back the Lucy Derrick. or
course I'm sorry. Who wouldn't be
sorry with nothing but the gallows or
the black box? Sorry!" Then he
turned to Rupert. See, boy, you're
trump; you've looked after me when
all the lot bolted. You're the one us
has stuck to me these days, and never
let me want for nothing. So I'll give
you all I've got left, and that's word
of advice. Ii you go to sea, don't 60
to mutineering, and keep your hands
from slaughtering captain and mates.
Then you'll live to be credit to your
family"
"Are you sorry for nothing else,
Thomas Pringle?' Helen asked.
Lots" he replied-"lots. Buckets
full. But then Thomas Pringle is
gone for many year, and Boston
Toms took his place"
"In the case Of George Warneford,
now--the man who escaped with me
in the boat"
"Ay, ay; l remember well. That
was u bad job, that was"
II know all about it," said Helen;
"your brother Samuel told me-"
"Did he, now?" Boston Tom asked
the question with an air of keen inter-
est. did he, really? did use to tell
him that if he ever split on that job,
I'd take him out on some dark night
say, Hampstead Heath way-and
brain him; so I would have done too,
three years ago. Suppose it's no use
thinking Of that now; can't be done"
"All about it, continued Helen
Samuel forged the check at your in
stigation"
$50 he did, so he did; that's fact.
I wanted the money bad; very bad l
wanted the money at that time.
Warneford got it hot, and laughed"
"Samuel has written q confession of
the whole" Helen went on; but |
want your confession"
"'rhen, my lady, you won't get it;
80 you may go away again, and leave
me here till the times up. More rum,
my lad"
He lay back after this effort, and
closed his eyes, exhausted. He open
ed his eyes again after few minutes,
and uttered, with great enjoyment,
Catch weasel asleep! If Sam has
confessed, that's all you want; If he
hasn't, ysu don't catch me mapping
He has confessed indeed" said
Helen. "Do you think would bring
you an untruth now, Of all times in the
world?"
He shook his head.
"There's one thing more to be said,
Boston Tom" Ben struck in. "Tis
a small matter, this old forging busi-
ness, and If Miss Elwood wants your
name at the foot of a bit of paper, you
may as well put it there. Murders
different, and. by George! If you don't
| do what she asks, I'll step out and
fetch n policeman. If you can't be
hanged, you shall sit in a cell without
the rum"
"Givc me another drop, boy"
LET be, let bel" said Ben, interpos-
ing, and snatching the bottle from
Rupert. Not another drop shall you
have until you've made that there con-
| fession."
The dying man stretched out his
hands with gesture of despair.
mot the rum!' he cried-"not the
rum! Take anything away, but leave
me that. You. boy; you're stronger
than him; fight him for it; tear it out
of his hands; make him give it up to
you. Up, boy, and fight HIM"
But to his surprise the boy joined
his enemies.
"You shall have your rum" he said,
"when you have signed the paper"
Then he lost his courage, and began
to moan and whine exactly like his
| brother Samuel.
"Tll sign any thing" he said, "if
you will give me the bottle"
Helen wrote rapidly. She had all
the facts, and wanted nothing but a
simple declaration. In few minutes
she was ready.
Listen, now. Tell rue II this is all
| you have to say:
az, the undersigned, believing my
self to be dying, solemnly declare that
the forgery for which George Warne-
ford, clerk to the house Of Batterick &
Baldwin, was convicted, and SEN
fenced to twenty years penal servi-