Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1893-12-09
man with the round shoulders?"
AK cen him at arms length"

man with the round shoulders?"
Keep him at arms length"
But s'posin," / persisted tentatively,
"s'posin you'd got him In a corner or in o
ole, wouldn't you drop something on him
and smash him"
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 be got chance"
'"rhat is the law of brutes, not Of men.
It would be murder. and we should pray
Cor 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 a 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
Stunned forever by Taras. A sickness over
came me. l 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 20 on. I shan't be silly
again"
He drew my arm through his and bade
me lean on him, telling me that we had
now but little way to 20. Leaning on his
arm, / wished that we might go on forever
and ever and never reach our journeys end
Talk to me-" said.
He proposed a brighter subject, but
would not hear of that and bade him tell
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 rife and kills another soldier at
the command of his officer. It 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. l heard his voice like
flowing strain of music that softened my
heart and lighted up my soul with an ex-
quisite emotion such as had never before
felt. And | knew not why. 1t seems
strange, anomalous, unaccountable 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 Il small house in by
street of the Minories. and Taras rang 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 in mute astonishment when
we entered the shop-a tobacconist's-as
Taras ip his own tongue briefly explained
Lot suhR
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 mo-" but she
understood what her husband said, think,
for she nodded smiling agreement with
his promise and kissed me heartily upon
both cheeks, despite the dirt upon them.
Then she led me quickly to a room up
stairs where a bright fire was burning,
and chatting merrily all the while, some
times to me, sometimes to her husband
who followed, bringing n big bath and q
can of hot water. She laid out a 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 solici
tude bewildered me, being as strange and
incomprehensible to me as the language
they spoke had never had to thank any
body in all my life for anything, and the
sentiment of gratitude was as unknown to
me US the experience of gentle treatment
Indeed seemed to have stepped suddenly
into another world where all was unreal
and dreamlike.
As dreamlike was the physical sensation
produced by the warmth of the bath and
the comfort of clean, dry clothing. A de-
licious languor stepped my senses in forget
fulness of misery, and yielding to the i'm
pulse of the moment l threw myself upon
the soft bed and the next minute lost con
sciousness of everything.