New-York tribune., 1900-07-08

morning and pasted another sheet over If which
contained only the trivial news of some local
centre The relief 70 his overwrought and sensi-
tive mood was exquisite, 1t came upon him
WIN d sudden burst of sweetness. like the scent
OF unguessed at vioIets
one morning in February-for he had kept
some rude count of the days-he auoke in the
dusk OF earliest dawn He could not sleep again:
voice seemed whispering in his heart. and the
place seemed insunerabIv bor H. b,s+f.,, On
MS clothes and went out to the door II was
very still The rugged peaks looked softer i,
lHIS hght, and the unduIating tussocks might
nave passed for waves of the sea SLOWLY the
gorgeous rose Of day burst and famed above
the horizon shooting it's marvellous lights far
anu "Iae' tiii the sun himself leaped up and the
pump oi dawn was over Jack stood watching
anu sun that voice seemed whispering in his
-i'"i~ ne mad strange idea Of an angel with a
"7iy SWORD standing beside him. At last he
could endure it no longer. All the slow agonv
Of these weeks seemed corcar+r.+7 = -
iheht and with a rush his soul went down into
the black waters Of a bitterness worse than
uvaIh. lie dropped on his knees and a CRY Of
anguish broke from him. St Peters words
seemed the only prayer ne could use He NUT
tered hoarsely again and again. Depart from
me- . Lord for I sinful man. Then the
a"Iui loneliness seemed to break and in its
stead came feeling of warm human compas-
sion and kindIiness
tie took some breakfast made his few scautv
preparations and set off for his old home Har
Vestlng had begun. and as ne went he rejoiced in
the CHEEKY sounds of labor that met him
watched with eagerness the reaping machines
that went on and on. leaving fun sheaves behind
them and could have laughed with JOY at t,
sound OF mems voices one OF two Ioiterers
eyed MN cuTIously, making him conscious that
ne looked an odd figure. but he cared iittI. e
went on almost as though he trod on
reached The village and made straieHs@ the
police station.
1'h4re was new official there. six foot
man, with red whiskers, who looked up IN
his papers in wonder as this thin hollow eyed
man, Wl-h Struggling, grizzIed hair, came in
and greeted him. He was inclined from his
looks to think him "a shingIe short"
This belief was strengthened when his visitor
without any preamble. rushed into the state
ment of a murder committed by him some two
months back. His account was clear enough.
certainly he gave facts, dates and names with
out shadow Of hesitation. and yet the Irish
man scratched his head in the manner of one
sorely puzzled
Now, see here. me boy ne began at length.
wan of Us two must be mad, and, faith. I'm
thinking that ones not me. You say it was
Bin Harris fwhat you knocked on the head
aforz ivir I came TO the place Now that may
be; but, faith, it Bill Harris and me were
havin a cup Of thay togither no longer ago
than the last night So fwhat in the Iivin wide
world div We mean by sayin' we've killed him?
Or use. fwhat, in the creation of cats does ne
name by comm aIoive agin? Tell me that,
me SOM
Jack tottered TO the one chair the office con
tanned and sank down in it. his breath coming
hard and hoarse He tried to speak but his
dry lips uttered sound. The Irishman being
q good hearted fellow, got him . glass Of water
and held il To his lips while he drank
Now see here, me sonny" he continued
smoothly. IN jist tell ye fwhat it all is. You
and this hey quarreHed, and we've got
dhrunk-and Internal bad dhrink it is here. me
son-and thin we've had bad drames Praise the
Virgin. We ali hev bad drames at tonnes,
and come out av en- agin- Bill Harris, behave
me. has had his own drames. too He drames
himself into faIn the edge av his own saw
that ne was carryin day, afore ivir I came
here, and SCI ne TO me, sez ne, Pat Mallory,
sorra anither such dhrink that VIII l take IN
all me born days for ut's cost me a sore head,
and a sore heart into the bargain For he sez
he were blind with dhrink, and run his head
down on his own tools. So kape your heart UP.
me bhoy. for divI a word of this story do
behave"
Still like one in a dream, Jack mumbled cut
a few words of thanks clapped his hat and
tottered out again. The Irishman watched him