Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1895-01-31
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Dean Qaitlend.
BY NRxMELL GREY.

by the raw lads who had just joined
OF all his brothers, Leslie was neares
him in age. though some years his
senior. and dearest to him In affec
ton; but now-where was he? Lost Il
him with all that the great storm o.
his life had carried away-loSt, but no
forgotten. His eye sought him among
the officers, one or two-bf whom ht
recognized, but Leslie was not there
He might have exchanged; he was
probably promoted. Who knew whar
might have happened in those years
Yes" one Of the ladies said, "my
husband knew him we'll. They Were
stationed at Malta together, AS yor
see, our regiment is following as wei
as his own. A popular officer, rs nice
men Centrally are"
Everard had observed the secont
regiment and at the same moment II
had struck him that, although the
charger walking with empty saddle
behind the gun carriage showed tht
rank of the deceased officer to be al
least that Of major, it was not impos
sible that his brother might be lying
beneath the Union Jack. Then he
caught sight of the occupants of the
mourniE Goa cheS. In one he saw the
gray head of his father, and his heart
mlsgave him. But he reflected that he
was admiral of the Port. Might he
not be there in his >otticial capacity!
But George was there also, and his
heart died within him.
Ills coming home was so sad,
continued one of the ladies. "lf he
could but have lived till he reached
land! But he died just as they were
disembarl1ing. His wound was not
so very serious; he cot the fever
upon it,"
"And his friends We're Just too late
to see him alive" added the other
lady. "Only one child, l think? And
the poor wife was here to receive
him"
This, though in low tones such as
ladies naturally use in n crowd, the
convict's eager, strained ears caught
till at last he could bear it no longer
and, forgetful of the strict discipline
he lifted his cap, and, stepping
quickly forward, addressed the lady
nearest him.
pardon me, madame, the officers
name?" he asked.
"Majcr Everard" replied the lady
startled into a quick response, and
drawing back with some alarm.
No. 60 had neither eyes nor ears for
the warder's stern admonition. He
drew back into line, while the heart.
shaking roll of the drums and the wall
of the trumpets grew fainter and
fainter, and the crowd moved away,
Then he resumed his barrow ut the
word of command, and wheeled II
along the plank under the hot sun;
but heavy tears fell upon the dry rub
biSh of the Old Notifications, and ever
and anon he lifted hs toil-stained
hand to dash away the quick-falling
drops, while his comrades rude jeers
and foul pleaSantries. steaDthily NUT
tered as they were, reached his ears
UNDECIDED.
"Emiy," Slid the lady who had re-
piled to the convlct's question, as they
resumed their road when the crowd
melted, chat man was gentleman.
Did you notice his voice and the way
in which he lifted his cap?"
"Poor fellow" returned the other
H\Ehy .yoS bo Ga o,,r.iar,Sc un will Ia
punished for speaking, you know.
Perhaps he had friends in the rcgl-
ment"
perhaps. BY the way, wonder
how soon one ought to call on Mrs
Everard? She rever really Joined the
regiment, you see; but our husbands
were intimate friends"
Leslie dead! the gay and gallant
Leslie, the joyous, light-hearted COM
panion of his boyhood, his father
favorfte son! Like the slow strokes
of a knell which beat into the agon-
lied brain of a mourner, these mourn
full words-Leslie dead-kept DINING
into Everard's ears all that long day.
He heard them in every stroke of
pick and hammer, while he toiled on
with his barrow: in the boom Of guns
at sea; in the measured tread of the
convicts as they marched back to din
Iier; in the few brief orders given by
the warders, as the convicts stood
with arms uplifted, while a rapid,
skilled hand was passed over every
inch of their bodies in search OF any
thing that might have been received
and secreted from the outer world; in
the clang Of the prison bell, which
told that the hour of respite was past,
and time come to march out to work
again.
"And he will never know that was
innocent," thought Everard, as he eat
his solitary meal In his cell, "sein
Brot NIT Thranen ass"
Next to the discovery Of Cyril's
treachery, he had been most cut to the
heart by receiving no message or
communication from Leslie after his
conviction. The admiral's stern though
kindly nature he knew. and he was
not surprised that. after the long ar.
ray Of damning evidence against him
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