Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1896-04-25
PART IL.

PART IL
Long before the sun came up, but when
the misty dawn-light began, like a thin fog,
to stream down from high and narrow
window, my fellow prisoner arose and re-
sumed his walk. And with strange i'm
patience 1 waited to see If daylight would
confirm the impression that had come upon
me as the dying candle rays were fitting
upon the gloomy walls. But before the day
was strcng there came footsteps down the
corridors The slide window in the door was
opened, and the thick voice of the fat jailer
was poured in upon us.
Boys, stirring about already? Don't be-
lieve it's good Plan to stir about much
before you eat a bite. Had an uncle that
broke a colt before breakfast and aged SO
fast afterward that he died at ninety: Bring
the wedding breakfast this way, Nick. Our
cook got married this morning while the
water was boiling. Hah, how's our boss
nightmare yistidy evenin, Ell? Yes, sir;
durin the off season of the year, when the
boys amt got much to do, they'd soon
hang man as not. But they don't mean no
particular harm by it,
Thus he talked, while the turnkey
spread" our breakfast, and he stood there,
his great round face filling the window, until
breakfast was cleared, nd even then he
hung about until it grew l ght enough for me
to see him wink. And this he did several
times, slyly looking at me. and then at
Hanes. In his "squint' legible the
fact that he had been intruSted with the
secret of my mission, and l cannot say that
It was an agreeable discovery. 1 fancied
that l could already see unconscious be-
trayal stewlng through his hanging jowl,
and hardened as was must have
blushed, for l grew sick at the thought of
standing exposed before that young fellow,
meeting the contemptuouS look of his mel
ancholy eyes. Then the daylight had con-
frmed the impression left by the dying can
die.
The day wore along, and our acquaintance
made but slow progress. l waited for his
advances, but he made none. When not
walking, he sat where the light was strong
est, reading lead-colored pamphlet.
What are you reading?" 1 asked.
"A fool thing
who wrote it?''
"a fool"
"Ah, I didn't know that a piece of my
work had found it's way into this place.
He laughed. Il suppose it might just as
well have been yours. but it happens to be
mine-an amateur play printed at my own
expense"
Has 1t been played?"
Yes; had a one-night run in the church
for the benefit of the same
WAS 1t a success?"
quite. Respect for the church debt for
bade anyone's leaving the house, although
there was a good deal of tittering when
the moon got out of order, burned the ne
gro's fingers and fell down.
Whats the name Of the piece?"
1.-The Detective
Il suppose You mako him a hero"
No; black-hearted Villain
Served him right" I replied; and it was
we'll that he did not look up, for 1 felt a
slow shiver creeping over me.
At night another candle was placed above
the door, and sitting in its yellow glow he
grew more inclined to talk seriously Of him
self He had been we'll educated, had tried
to do a number Of things had done ILL
had failed as a country editor, had learned
telegraphy, and at last had settled down to
a lonely midnight luncheon in the way
side office Of an express company. I was
sorry for him, for 1 knew that hidden
him, as 1t does for many of us; but all,
how long it lies waiting, and how rusty 1t
has grown when sometime we find it, His
features. now that l had become better &C
this increased my pity; but 1 was resolved
to do my duty, l would win him If could.
The days pass ID and he called me Dick
We had read the same books. Ii our ad-
miration for the same book or poem lies
the frJt tottering Of many a downfall In
a similar taste we recognize our second
self, and shrewdness shut it's eyes and
dreams.
We talked about books. and those of his
favorites that I had not seen I pretended
to love. It was night, and the candle was
burning above the door.
IA man must live with enc self and write
with another" he said.
I'VE all have two selves" I replied. II
know that have. One self does wrong,
and the other self. which Is a sort Of in
dulgent parent, suffers over it,
He looked at me and was silent. A shad-
ow fen I scrosc s his fass; He looked up at
dark"
1--WE are always in the dark" answered.
''In darkness while we are doing, and only
step out into the light long enough to look