Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1895-06-12

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"Anything wrong, sir?"
Eyes"
"Any ono escaped"
eyes"
"Who is it, sir?"
johnson.
"Not Sunshine2" said the assistant
in amazement.
Flint turned on him snvagely. :
81 said Johnson. What other John
son is there here?" And he glared
with clenched fists ut mis- subordinate.
The other did not answer for o mo-
ment; then he said:
"Shall I turn out the guard and
search for him?"
"No; go to bed"
Little Dorothy, silent and fright
ened at the firing, cluug gasping to
the paling. Her mother came out and
ran toward her, bending over and try
ing to calm her fright, satisfying her.
self that the child was not hurt. With
the little girl in her arms she ap-
preached her husband.
"Who was it?" she inquired in
tremulous tones.
"Take that child in!" thundered
the master of the penitentiary. "Wbat
is she doing out at this hourl And
get inside yourself. ;"
Mrs. Flint turned without word,
for she knew her husband in this
mood had better be left alone. He
strobe up and down the platform OF
the veranda, muttering to himself:
"He is sure to be caught, and then
-"
Flint ground his teeth; and there
was no question but it would go hard
with the trusted convict whom he was
caught.
The bitterness of it oil was that the
whole camp-convicts and guards
knew how he had trusted Sunshine
johnson, and then he had fired ut him
and missed him.
After an hours walking back and
forth, Flint sat down again in his
chair and covered his face with his
hands, thinking over the startling
events of the night. Suddenly very
soft and low voice made him spring
from the chair to his feet.
"Massa Flint" said the voice.
Sunshine, with the lantern in his
hand, stood before him in very de-
jected and crestfallen manner, his
clothes torn by the bushes and BRAN
bles through which he had run.
"You scoundrell" cried Flint, "what
did you do that for?"
"Well, you see, massa," said the
negro, apologetically, 'syou didn't
hear it, did you?'
Like flash Flint understood, and
the hard eyes of the master filled with
shoulders OF the convict, who, like a
culprit, gazed on the ground. Flint
struggled with his agitation for mo-
ment, but seemed quite unable to say
just what ho wanted to say. Finally
he spoke commonplacely enough.
"Then you saved the express, did
you, Sunshlne!
''Tho convict looked up. The mas
ter had always called him johnson.
''Yes, massa; and de conductor he's
a coming. We need q shovelling gang
out dar at onct.
Gall right, Sunshine" said Flint.
"You go and tell the superintendent
to come here at once, and tell him to
rout out gang to clear away the
dirt. Say, what's the matter with
your arm?"
Sunshine's left arm hung limp by
his side, and now that the lantern
flashed upon it Flint saw blood trick.
ling down his hand. Sunshine looked
sheepish and guilty and scratched his
aLkle with his bare toe.
"Well, you see, sab, I got hit little
on dot arm when dey fired de shot
guns. Don't expect dey fired at me,
you see, sab; guess dey wouldn't o
hit me if dey had, dey sort of fired
promiscuous like" he added. as if II
were necessary to make an excuse for
the mon who had shot him. "Cauf
expect very good shooting, you know,
for thirteen dollars q month, can
YOU"
$50 in the house," said Flint; "I
will rout out the gang, myself, and I'll
send the doctor to you at once"
At this moment the conductor, with
lantern hanging from his elbow, and
q brakeman, clambered up from the
track into the convict camp. The
conductor was iovial fellow who
knew Flint.
"Hello!" he said, "what's this
you've been doing to us? Been trying
to smash up the night express? Say,
the whole side of mountain seems to
have come down over the track. ~
"Yes, know that, said the other,
who did not know, however, the risk
the convict had run in order to save
tho train. "But say, how soon can we
get this cleared away? We've got the
Governor on board, and he's mad as
the mischief at tho delay"
Flint pricked up his ears at the men,
tion of the official.
ooh, he's IN board, is he? Well, I
am glad of it. I want him to pardon
q lifor."
"Well," said the conductor, scratch
ing his head. 81 wouldn't ask him
just now if I wese you, because he's
not in the best Of humor."
II don't think he'll ever be in bet.
ter humor to- do what want him to
than now, because if it hadn't been
for my lifer his private car might be
lying ut the bottom of the ravine with
him smashed up in it,"
"Oh, that's how the matter stands"
said the conductor. "Well, I guess
the Governor will do it"
And the Governor did.-New York
Journal.
An ArbOreal Land Owner.