Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1893-12-16


the grating in the door moved. had been
visited already, questioned and lectured
enough, and / sat there motionless under
this last inspection in sullen determination
to let nothing move me. But at the words,
THAT is She" | started to my feet. in an
instant recognizing the voice of Tar"S, and
waited while the door was being opened
for him to enter with such tremb bling fear
as had not felt before the magistrate who
might send me to prison or madhouse.
Did he, too regard it as crime to try to
end ones misery? Had he come to reproach
me with my sinsS hung my head, fearing
to read my condemnation in his face.
my little friend, he said.
The true ring of sympathy in his voice,
the look of ender compassion | found in
his eyes as lifted mine, told me that he
forgave me. and with an involuntary cry OF
10y | caught the two hands that he held
out to me.
He spoke to the warder, who after lit
tie hesitation withdrew. leaving US alone
Then whispered to Taras;
you've heered all about it."
"As much as | want to know" he replied.
And you don't mindr'
Il mind 70 much rs this-that II can
make life endurable to you will
Il won't do it again if you tell me not to.
ri bear anrthing-I've made my mind up
to IT, viii you come and see me againf"
See you again! Why, you don't think
| mean to leave you heres'
II didn't know Do you think you can
get me Off
There's very little difficulty about that"
He's lef' the door ajar, aad if oncet
gets in the street. stopped, for smile
on his face told me that he did not intend
TO get me of in this way.
There's no need to run the gantlet,"
said he 'The magistrate is a good and
reasonable man. ! will tell him all know
about you" Then he stopped, seeing my
dismay at this proposal
Don't you want me to tell himT he
asked
Il don't mlnd-not much. Do what you
like won't complain. Only he won't let
me of he can't. Preaps as you're for
eigner you don't know that in this country
what I've done is a halgln job"
~ lav. ae exclaimed, wiCh another
smile. "Aaug girl for trying TO Kill her
self"
SAW that we were playing at cross pur
pos 5, ana a aer minutes silence said:
II thought you knew all, but you don't.
thought it 'ud a been in all the newspa-
pers and every one a-t..lkin about it. |
was a-gointo tell you at first, but turned
it OF whsL see you look at me so terrible
But III tel you now, cause | can't bear to
think ain't actin'square with you-you're
so kiuo Ike to me. Only you won't be too
angry with me, will you? And you'll come
and see me again one of these days fore it's
oil up wi me, heyP
Tell me what you mean, little friend,
for heavens sakep' he said earnestly.
II done for 'em, not like made out, but
real done for 'em. ! smashed the foreigner
with stone and shet 'em both down in
the hole and set the cellar all afire-true
as heving did" And then l narrated in
detail what took place after | had let him
down by the chain and before l rejoined
him on the stairs.
He listened in mute amaZement, with set
features, but with such gentleness melting
in his eyes that, having finished my story,
found courage to touch his arm and say,
You amt a-goin to shrink from me for
dOin what didn't know you wouldn't like,
are your"
"God forbid" he said, pressing my hand.
"If you did this thing, | am responsible
not you-and if punishment is to follow
will take my full share"
Holding my hand, as if to assure me of
the bond of fellowship, he stood for some
moments silent in thought. Then, after
putting few rapid questions to me, his
face frightened and he said:
81 am hopeful, little friend. That Mon
golian head is too hard to be smashed by the
slight fall of that stone. The lamp upset
on the earthen floor of brick cellar would
not hold sufficient benzine to set fire to the
floor above. If the house had been burned
down, the bodies of those two rascals would
have been unearthed and the tragedy could
not have escaped the notice of my friends
In the Minories. will go and find out the
truth. If the men are killed, ! will come
back and give myself upto the police for
my share in the murder If they are not,
you shall leave this cell before noon. In
any case will see you again quite soon."
The cab that brought him stood outside
the station. He sprang in, telling the
driver to go to Sweet Apple lane AS he
neared Ferry boat stairs his first hope was
realized The Mariners Joy still stood
The shutters were down. He stopped the
cab, and minute after stood ON the spot
where he had been thrown down and over
powered a few nights before. There his
second hope was partly gratified. Putty
stood behind the bar with one arm in a
sling, patch over his eye and otherwise
looking rather the worse for recent events
but still alive. At the sight of Taras stand
ing there before him with that strong, res
olute face and formidable proportions, his
jaw fell
You amt a-goin to round on us, mas
ter, are your" he asked in tone of abject
remonstrance. ut wasn't no fault of mine
didn't know what they was after. And
look here, I've had pretty good doin for it
one way and another-what of gettin my
eye pretty well knocked out, and my arm
a-nigh broke as you may say, along of that
feller a-fallin all the way down that hole
atop of me, to say nothin of getting burnt
here and there and all down there, and a
new suit o. clothes torn off my body, with
internal injuries as causes me that ill con-
venlence can't sleep a wink all night. And
lot nothin for it neither. Why, Pm blessd
If don't wish hadn't never seen the lyin.
ugly hound with his hump back"
"Where is he nowp" asked Taras sternly
well, that's more AN can tell you,
MASTER and I'd round on him If | could