The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1893-10-20

| u owe my IiIe 20 yod, nJtle friend; more
than my life, he added, my liberty"
How did you let 'em come over youi" I
asked.
II was deceived. I thought the dark
man was friend. He was an enemy-an
agent OF police" ....
And the three others-was they slops
toos"
"Slops-wnat is that2" = ..
"Policemans."
"Yes, they were police"
| "Was they goin to kill your"
mo, worse than that. They were gong
| to take me back to my country
You amt done anything wrong, are
your"
mot wrong as we understand the word
you and l."
II thought it was only parties like me as
was hunted about for being s'picious car
ricters."
mo class is free from suspicion in my
country; it is not like yours"
ut must be pretty bad if it's wus."
sit is pretty bad"
"What are you goin to do with the dark
man with the round shoulderst"
Keep him at arms length"
'But s'posin," | persisted tentatively,
"s'posin you'd got him In corner or in a
and smash him9"
THAT would be murder"
"Garn aw'yl 1t amt murder; it's jus
tice. You only does for him what he'd do
for you If he got a chance"
THAT is the law of brutes not of men.
1t would be murder and we should pray
for strength to resist the lust of vengeance
that leads to it, For think, little friend, of
the misery that follows, the degradation
and shame of being Stunned by innocent
women and good men, the feeling that one
is not fit to kiss child" He said more,
but could not follow him for thinking OF
the men had left to die in the Mariners
Joy, whom had murdered for this-to be
summed forever by Taras. A sickness over
came me. must have stumbled or reeled,
for Taras stopped suddenly and held me up.
"You are faint. Let us sit down on this
STEP" he said.
mo We will go on. shan't be silly
again"
He drew my arm through his and babe
me lean on him, telling me that we had
now but little way to go. Leaning on his
arm, wished that we might so on forever
and ever and never reach our journeys end.
Talk to me" said.
He proposed brighter subject, but I
me more about the dark man and the po-
lice.
He Is nothing but an instrument" said
Taras. II bear him no i'll will. He does
what he is paid to do, like soldier who
lowers his rifle and kills another soldier at
the command of his officer 1t isn't the
unreasoning man who executes an unjust
law, but the thinking man who makes the
law, who should die" And then he went
on to speak of many things beyond the
reach of my reason, but that made no diff
ference to me. heard his voice like
flowing strain Of music that softened my
heart and lighted up my soul with an ex-
quisite emotion such IA / had never before
felt. And l knew not why. 1t seems
strange, anomalous, Qnaccountable to me,
as look back now, that these feelings
should suddenly spring up in my being,
which had hitherto been dull to all the In
huences of nature But surely it was not
more exceptional than the revelation of
new world to the blind whose eyes after
years of darkness are opened.
We stopped before small house in a by
street Of the Minories, and Taras ran9a bell
The door was opened instantly by fair
haired young woman and her husband.
They were friends who expected the arrival
Of Taras with the three men whom he had
been led to believe were friends. They
looked at me 10 mute astonishment when
we entered the shop--a tobacconist's-as
Taras in his own tongue briefly explained
what had occurred. But when he had
spoken the man took my hands in his, and
pressing them told me in his broken Eng
lish that should never want friend while
he and his wife lived. She could speak no
English except "yes" and no." but she
understood what her husband said think,
for she nodded a smiling agreement with
his promise and kissed me heartily upon
both checks, despite the dirt upon them.
Then she led me quickly to a room up
stairs where bright fire was burning,
and chatting merrily all the while, some-
times to me, sometimes to her husband
who followed, bringing big bath and
can of hot water. She laid out complete
change of clothes for me- and when they
had made me understand that supper was
waiting for me below they left me with
more cheerful smiles and expressions of
kindness
To all their amiable overtures made no
response-not once opening my lips to
thank them. Their sympathy and solicit
tude bewildered me- being as strange and
incomprehensible to me as the language
they spoke. l had never had to thank any
body in all my life for anything, and the
sentiment OF gratitude was as unknown to
me as the experience of gentle treatment.
Indeed seemed to have stepped suddenly
into another world where all was unreal
and dreanlika
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