Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-11-16

kissing it as fondly and CALAMITY as he
might have done when they were both of
them were thirty years younger.
Tut, tut, Susan" he said; knew you
would begin to worry again if I told you
that the young reprobate was at large
again. My dear, what he said in court
that day was nothing but idle bravado.
lie would never dare to show himself
about here"
But mother still chung to him. Not
tonight" she SAID coaxingly. Don't go
out tonight"
"But promised Mrs. Ellis I would
come. Besides-and his voice dropped
reproving ly-"Do you think am less IN
Gods hands out Of doors than am he1e
by my own fireside?'
At which she never sai6 another word,
only she kissed him more than once be-
fore he turned to 90 out.
And that, [ believe, is the last time we
should ever have seen him alive bus for
Pentateuch. The boy sat all the while
on cricket by the fire, listening eagerly
to what was said, though he appeared to
be thinking of the chestnuts he was roast
ing.
l must pause moment here to tell
you about young Ellis. His was an I'M
pleasant story, and I will not dwell upon
its details. He was a wild desperate
young fellow, the son of one of the dea-
cons of fathers church.
From the time that he was old enough
to walk, he had never caused his parents
anything but pain and trouble, until one
night in last spring, he had stained his
hands, already black with sin, with a
most dreadful crime-the murler of his
own father.
He had been arrested, and tried and
convicted Of the crime, mainly through
my fathers testimony
The connection of all this with the
story l have to tell grew out of few
words thai the young man uttered as he
lett the courtroom after the verdict had
been given. AS he was taken out of the
room he passed my father, who was sit
ting near the door.
voice, ''that owe all this. Now mark
you; the law allows me a year to live.
Before God I swear that I Will leave no
effort untried to make you suffer for what
you have brought upon me to-day"
1t was those words that came to nv
mothers mind, and to the minds of all
OF US, that November night, when we
learned that the murderer was again ct
large.
One would think that we should not
heve cared to talk about this terrible
threat after father had gone out; but we
did talk about it and gradually worked
ourselves into a state of nervous appre-
hension that could hardly have been
greater had we really known of the great
danger that father was in.
Every once in a while I noticed that
Pentateuch was listening intently to what
was said, and rolling his eyes about IN
wondering awe.
The old-tashioned clock in the corner
struck eight and then nine. We did not
expect father back much before ten.
About nine Pentateuch arose and stood
moment, yawning and swinging his
arms about.
~ guess I'll go ter bed,' said he.
IBIS chile's precious sleepy"
II wish, Pentateuch," said my moth
er, "that you would sit up until John
comes home.'
Pentateuch, however, only gave another
frlghtful yawn and replied:
"Couldn't link of it, Missus Morris
My eyes dey keeps slammin' themselves
too hard every mint. Couldn't keep UNI
open any longer to save me from d'struc-
ton"
And as he always did Just as he pleas.
ed, in spite of any of us, he was permit.
ted to depart
And now I shall tell you Of everything
that followed, just as believe 1t must
happened, though I did not know of all
the circumstances until sometime later
Pentateuch did not go to bed, as he
said he should. He had no sooner closed
the door behind him, than without even
stopping for his hat, he stole out OF the
back door, down the path to the gate
and then set of at the top OF his speed
toward the meeting house. -
He had put what he had just heard
side by side with the faces of two men he
had seen near the house that afternoon
and he feared that their appearance ha6
something to do with the escape of Ellis
from prison.
Arrived at the meeting house corner
Pentateuch stopped a moment undecided
There was dark, narrow crossroad that
turned oft here, and ran down through a
bit of woods to the the house Of the
Widow Ellis.
Could my father have come up yet, or
was he still at the house?
That was the question that Pentateuch
stood asking himself, when he saw a
faint light appear and disappear some
distance down the road.
Without farther hesitation, he started
On again quite cautiously.
Just at the edge of the wood his ear
caught the sound Of voices only a short
distance before him.
He had hardly time to drop On his
knees in the bushes beside the road,
when those who were speaking passed
by. Two dusky, stalwart forms were
bearing an unconscious burden between
them, which Pcntateuch thought was the
body Of my father.
4 sudden rage filed the devoted lads
soul, and he would have confronted the
men, but few words spoken by one of
them made him think that his kind
friend was not seriously hurt, and he
sank back IN silence.
'This will last him until we get to the
church, guess, these were the words.
IF he ever comes to himself, he'll find
that hanging near his own pulpit isn't so
pleasant as to spread himself in his Sun
day sermons there. He'll never testify
against me snymore'
They passed on with their burden, and
Pentateuch, startled and confused by
what ne had seen and heard, followed
cautiously on the lonely road, not yet