The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1890-06-01


vhegming wave Of wrath he knew thers
xeuid he no stopping TO weigh shSsss-
deyce
JOAN Long walked oas into the early
morning air. He drank Ira fze charm Of
iate- The shadows lag iong. srd there Vas
thrill ard roy IN every breath hox
hard for Bv5oks. with the blood ct youth
iH bis veins. 20 yiesd bis life How could
Lucy live without hinss Never before had
John 80 felt The pride Of life ~ he did now
that IL seemed tss4t hss rival vas aoout to
lose his. The earth as never 30 bright.
the Garth was nerer 30 fair. If you viii
look IN the Atlanta ~- OF that dag you
viii find this from his zen.
The china trees are hargiBg out til1zy
banners. Teiloy. golden, glorious. bright
signals o. The changing season. The h1ek-
CRY ard the roayke are binshing little
ard the dog ruod has lighted his torch IN
the still esnf<rs OF dying summer. The
F,ersimnson b taxing on color that Ills
the eyes OF old Brfer Postum. The
honey -s1ekie blossoms again around the
poFca. there is no touch Of change IN
the slsteris vine. ard the autumn towers
IN the gafdeT. boraers are gray. The
change lacks the melancholy aspect
of the neflh--fi1e ssddened skies,
the hsze-hidden hills that seem TO
stretcls Into some far country. where lies
the fongea-f0r cagcassome. The birds
have for the most part broke up house
keeping. and are frolsck.ng Nth their
faasiise4 in Tie Gods. In the summers
fnserissae siss nsocking-bIrd Is renewing i.s
me:oslious uticFances. and there Is sn
added sweeiness In its note. And the
change viii 20 on. growing richer and more
Waflton IN cslosing. I'll The cold hand o!
winter tears down The whole royal piano.
rama
II was no little thing that the man that
could appreciate life thus should give
IL mp.
Noon found him on the north bound
trsin: by the next noon he was in clneln-
natl. and BY night home. The village was
quiet; he seat 70 his old room and went
70 bed. During The night a train wenl
numbering through the valley, he heard
me whistle AID the roar Of the tres' when
the furnace door was opened. he heard il
cross the bridge aud 90 down between the
bills I'll the sound faced into an echo. and
tnsn died. And. as in years before, his
fancy followed !; through the night. out Of
me valley. INTO day and the warm and
cheerful world.
The morning came. the light crept
through the little panes as il had done
wears before. John Long had been think
Ing as he rolled honewafd on the train. he
mad laid another scheme and be felt sure
this one would not fail And the last
twenty years had passed from his mind,
ai'u ne was living again his Old innocent
childhood. He walked out through the
village aud stopped at the housavon the
hili, where he had come 10 live with his
aunt when his father in the city died he
looked from its yeFanda far down the dusty
pike. and remembered how. bis first spring
there. the waters OF the river rose and COW
cred u as far as the eye could reach. He
stood long and watched the shadows chase
tA Al. A.
side OF the valley. as he used TO do, long
summer days.
lhtre was no mistaklng the temper OF the
people with regard to the murder of Will
IAN Harris With the night shadows a
hush fell on the town. Mothers gathered
their children into the house. and closed
last The doors. Men might have been seen
and aioot. They stopped on the first
bridge out. and at midnight from out the
SHADOWS oil It's ancient rafters. troop of
silent men marched forth. Straight to the
JAIL they went, they never asked for the
Keys, nor wanted them. A stout stick on
the shoulders of dozen men broke down
the door at few blows. They knew the
cell, IL Ind but frail bars, and they were
soon down. In thirty minutes after the
iyncners left their rendezvous Arthur
Brooks was in their hands.
ne preparations we're simple. A short
rope hung from the sign OF the Handle
house, and underneath IL was a store box.
Upon this Brooks was hoisted.
Shall he die? p said the man who held
Tue rope. These were the first words
spoken.
Let him die. answered a hundred
voices in terrible bass And thrill OF
hofrld interest ran through them as they
waited for the final moment.
but third figure was upon the box Ii
Was that OF John Long. lie took the moose
from OF Brook 8 neck and placed ii about his
own. He said not a word, but stood with
folded arms and head thrown back And
one oil them told me that, standing so in
Tue moonlight. something Of his old boyi sh
beauty came into his lace and made him
look lie the noble man be might have
made.
The mob was at n loss
Are you guilty, instead Of Brooks7n
they shouted
brooks Is INNOCENT, : said Long.
Did you kill Harris7'
Brooks IL innoceat''
Never mind him. they shouted then.
TIP with Brooks, String him uni"
ueniiemen." said John Long, II am
guilty, and not Brooks Imsant the poison
Tor Lucy. and her father got IL.
tod forgive him The lie In the instant
that followed perhaps he wondered II the
truth WOULD ever De known, and whether
lney = children would ever play above his
grave. and whether she would teach them
the meaning OF the words. Greater love
hath ne man than this. that he Law down
his life for his friend" Perhaps, diving so
~ dishonor and shame. the nerciful
Father permitted him "a know that
i wonlo be ga Perhaps he never heard
The yell with which they pushed the box
out from under ham. They stood still then
aud let hin hang. Presently enc of them
noticed that his hand was quite cold.
IL WAS week after that night when Ar
thur Brooks had gone home in 10Y To his
hFssss ard Jehn Long had waited out in the
night that theg found the note William
Harris had LETT, teirsylng the fact that il
dis9rderrd brain had led him 10 suicide.
Taeathey knew
hliiiam Bagsls Hate