The advocate., 1895-07-17


great deal worse. But, somehow, it seems wrong,
like for sgd to go to Wearin collar and tOadyin
to judges
"We all have to toady to something or other, sir
or the world would starVe us to death. Starve us
clean to death, sir"
81 guess that's SO, 1 have to toady bit to the
next man that's goin to die in order to get chance
to nail him up guess you're right. We all have
to tosdy. But what Worldl A man can't be free
can't be a real man-anywhere."
"Let's all 90 and be Indians Mr.. Cottle Your
Indian is the only free man, sir The only man
that is his own man and not ruled by some set of
scoundrels, sir"
No where upon this earth could have been found
a happier party than Nathaniel Stone, Mrs. Stone,
Sydney and the two children as they journeyed to
the country that evening twilight fell For the first
time during more than year, Sydney was going to
the old home he loVed he had been restored to his
place in his fathers affection, and was free. The
old man was again sin his right mind" as Mrs
Stone had often remarked since his reconciliation
with Sydney, and was proud of his son. Mrs Stones
mOtherly face goWed with happiness over the pros.
pect of having her "boy" home again; and the
children were happy through contagion.
When Isaac Stilwell reached home, guests from
Cambridge and from Boston had arrived to attend
his daughters wedding on the morrow; and they had
to be told what had happened But Gertrude
spared her father by herself giving an account of
Sydneys scquittal and her bridegoom's flight; and
she gave it with such evident glee that the assem-
bled specimens of the elite of Boston and of Cam
bridge shocked at her eVity; gave it as if she
were really glad her dear Dobbins had become a
fugitive from justice. Isaac Stilwell gave little
heed to the recital and said nothing but the repre-
sentative elite of two cities, with member or two of
the local elite, played Jobs Comforters, with Isaac
StiWel iu the title role, till, at late hour, the old
man, crushed and weary, was left alone at last to
seek repOse
The midnight stars serenely tWinkled above the
wealthy mansion where fallen pride, where woman
hood, saved from debasement, slept; above the
humble country home where slept happy reunited
household, where slept an innocent man rescued
from the galloWs that day. above the dark wood
where, in ceaseless trembling terror, skulked the
coward murderer; above the highways where the
laws unsleeping ptiless vutures sought their prey.
Thus, every midnight, from the remote blue vault
of untroubed Heaven, the tWinkling stars look
calmly down upon happy or hapless man, wrapped
in peaceful Slumber, or wandering accursed
like Cain or like Lazarus contemned; upon glad
Snstched from impending death; upon Joy and
laughter; upon misery and tears They looked
down that night upon poor girl in Worcester jail
whose love and motherhood the law had made
crime; upon a tiny, new, psuper grave which held
the babe whose dying lips called "Mama" while
the cruel law denied to "Msms" the poor privilege
of coming for last csress from babys hands, last
look at baby'S face, and has made "Mama" ravng
mad; and this episode of which Sydney, having
been in the same prison, knew, mingled with his
dreams that night and made him hate even in sleep,
the stronger government desired by heartess,
fearful wealth.
Ursa Major hangs inverted over the polar star by
which the fleeing murderer guides his course in
msddening fear. The world, save its wanderers
fleeing from the laws pursuit of crime or of poV-
erty, slumbers and dreams. In dreams, the limo.
and the Qniltv the free man and the nhainnh