The morning call., 1892-06-12

over IN the gloomy quadrangle 4Z9 also
struggled for his life; but he won the bat
tie, and in six weeks time he was again at
his sBYll, gauut and hollow eyed, but well.
He ha1 never mentioned the ehid's name
during bis cOnYaIeScence, and by the War
den's order, nobody spoke 10 him of her.
But not for one moment had the thought
been absent from his uind. The first day
he WAS ln the DlacksmIth'S shop he watched
the door like hawk, waiting for the War
den Il appear. There was no need to look
at the Grape band around his hat; one
glance al his face told the story. The con-
Wet lei his hammer drop, and Eazed at the
Warden with despair that would have
touched a heart Of stone, and suddenly,
without word, he fell over in dead faint.
1t did not make much exeitement lie
WAS quickly removed 10 the hospital ne had
SO lately left, and when he came 10 the War
den and his wife were standing over him.
The convict uttered a loud cry and turned
his face to the wall and wept like a woman,
but the father and mother we're dry-eyed.
why should we grieYe?" asked the
mother IN her sweet penetrating voice "is
she not an angel In heaven? And has she
not saved human seul?-fOr, tell you, l
believe your soul is washed white as the
driven snow. The Lord sent Us TO you
poor, Sustained sous, and gave us our little
daughter TO help to save you. Now, she has
done great work. We give our child will
ingly for your soul"
Tie father had said nothing, but pres
emily he spoke ne was not sublimated like
the mother. zone thing recOnciles me-she
had never known that IL was SAD or SORROW
fui 10 be a prisoner until just before she
ed But size would have known 1t and then,
y, God! y, God. the sacrifice would have
been greater, because we never can leave
this place. " here our work ies-and neither
could we have parted from our child-and
so the misery she would have endured must
have broken her heart. And | would rather
think OF her as happy in heaven than
bruised reed on earth
And all the time she was i'll she was beg
ging her father to let yOn be our trusty, and
0ug tTusty yOu shall be-"
429, before he became trusty, had been
subject TO terrible fits of despair, when he
would dash his head against the walls Of
his cell and utter the most dismal shrieks
and grOans But after that he never uttered
a sigh OF word of complaint He became
the Warden sltrusty, and, although he slept
every night In the prison, he was all day 10
the Narden's service.
429 was not the only prisoner that wept
for the WardeD's little daughter. The prison
chaplain said that not one heart in all that
multitude remained untouched. And
shortly afterward there was great revival,
| accompanied by many OF what are called
conversions. The Warden and his wife at
these revival meetings stood upon the plat
429: "If our child's death has touched your
hearts we give her willingly" And when
the fathers broken heart complained no.
body knew it but the mother
But 429 or TTusty, as be was now called,
seemed legacy left them by the child. His
grief and remorse were piteous, and moth
ing seemed TO give him comfort except IN
serving the Warden and his wife.
One day, six months after he had become
ITusty, the Warden said TO hlm
Tomorrow you'll put on those brown
clothes l gave you and 60 into town
with my buggy and bring out those express
parcels"
Trusty's face flushed. He hesitated
moment, but went his way. At night, as
he was about to start TO the prison, he said
to the Warden:
81 think I'd rather not 60 into town.
sir"
"Why not?" said the Warden. There's
not a soul there that knows you"
''It isn't that" answered Trusty, "be-
catlse everybody that knows me knows that
] am in here for life; but. Warden, sup
pOse-suppose-tem
at comes to all of u.s." answered the
/ Warden, land trusty amt no use to me if
/ can't send him into town"
TTusty said no more, but the next MORN
ing he came out as pale as death, wearing
new brown suit and derby hat and look
Ing as handsome as picture in spite OF his
pallor. lie got Into the buggy and drove
of. There was no mistaking the road, nor
yet the express Office, so Trusty drove
straight on, nor looked either to the right or
to the left nor at tue houses. with their
comfortable home look. nor at the merry
children, nor the women. but, collecting his
parcels as quickly as he could. drove straight
PACK to the penitentiary, getting there an
hour before ne was expected. All that day
he had strange look. Before his face lad
been peaceful, but now his ewes were rest
less all the time. That night the guard re-
ported that Trusty had lone Of his old-fash-
iOned cryn' spelis.'
But Trusty went again and again to town.
He went until nearly eyerybody in the lit
tie town knew him by sight and felt sorry
for him. And five years had slipped away,
and in the meantime people were interest
inu fhamsnlvas fnr him. A neiifinn fnr