Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1895-03-07
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He gazed out upon the swift rolling
summer landscape, and rejoiced in the
roses which starred the passing gar
dens in June luxury, and wondered If
1t We're really he. His captivity was
turned. and he was indeed like unto
them that dream. 1t was so sweet.
and yet so terribly sad. Not only were
youth and strength and hope gone, but
the very world from which he had
been so suddenly torn was almost
swept away. Leslie was dead, and
Marion and Mrs. Maitland and his
father, the stout old admiral, and they
--ttltfier TIL oehe nah lercnvbgwkXzlih
had never known that he was in
nocent. Did they know now, he won
dered, and could they bear the thought
of the others guilt, or were all things
been? And of those who remained
how much of the old selves he re-
membered still lived? The long years
had no power to touch Lilian's low
atty, but what had they done to her
self?
large station and stopped. Some of his
fellow-travelerS got out. disinterrng
cheerful hustle. A young lady begged
their buried parcels and wraps with
his pardon for incommodng him-how
strange the slight courtesy seemed
others wished him good morning, and
he returned the Salutations with a
dim feeling of transgression: he could
not yet realize that he might speak
without leave.
A girl with a sad face offered roses
at the windows and frightened when
he bought some. He had touched no
flowers since he gave those to Lillian
on the fatal New-year'S eve. Those
We're virgin white. which should have
been red with blood these were warm
crimson and gold.
1t was dark night when they reached
London. Everard scarcely knew what
to do in the tumult and din of a
great metropolitan station At last he
panteau In q hanson, driving toward
hotel he mentioned, half afraid it
found himself and his brand new port
might have disappeared from the face
of the earth
At the time of his conviction the law
which forfeited the property of felons
was Slll in force, so that he would
have been pennilesS had not the ad.
miral left him an equal share with his
other children at his death. which oc-
cured some five years back. This little
property-which was. of course. in the
hands of trustaeS-had been accumu-
lating during those years, and would
now afford him moderate income,
which he still hoped to increase by the
exercise of his profession. He was to
see the late admirars man of business
on the morrow, and when that was
lone he scarcely knew where to turn.
lie could not go to lillian with the
prison taint still upon him; the thought
Sf that was unendurable She did
not know the exact date at which he
was to be set at liberty, so he decided
to spend a week or two in getting
accustomed to a free life, in Kidding
himself of some of his enormous ig-
norance of every day affairs, and In
purging his memory of prison degre-
datiOns. Then he had messages to
deliver to friends of his fellow-pris-
oners, and set about that at once.
London oppressed him with it's i'm
mensity and tumult and the awful
sense of loneliness which ii produced;
so after a few days he went into the
country. resolving to stop wherever
fancy prompted. During those few
days he had looked into mach new
literature, with an appalling sense of
being left far behind his age. The
medical and scientific journals gave
him the keenest stab; science had made
such mighty strides without his aid,
and the theory, the darling theory
which was to effect a revolution in
medical science. had already been
formed by another and accepted by
the world.
Perhaps country air would restore
his shattered nerves. There is no
nurse or healer like Nature; to her
kind arms he would fec for refuge.
But along that very line he had tl'av-
eled down 10 Malbourne with Cyril
yearly twenty years ago, and the mem
DRY Of 1t tore his heart. "An ascetic
is rake turned monk" he had told
Cyril, little dreaming what a home
thrust he was giving And here was
the massive cathedral. and here the
towers Of Belminster a place asso-
ciated with scenes 50 agonizing Yet
he remembered his jest to Cyril about
the bishop,
He got out at Belminster attracted
by the strange fascination which be
longs to scenes Of past suffering. and,
leaving his Things at the station.
strolled leisurely down the steep street.
and looked with infinite compassion al
the Jail in which he had endured such
agony. The place was not altered;
people might have been strc1ling about
just the same while his torture was
going on.
There was the lovely old Gothic
cross. standing a solitary relic of dead