Omaha daily bee., 1901-02-14

noon tea. and seven-thirty dinner In my
nice white choker You amt see me in a
white ohoker matey. Now. you're chap
that thinks. and expect you've had
dreams; believe in dreams, matey?"
What sort?"
Never mind. dreamed OF a steak and
onions, matey, tSo nights before | got out
OF Borstal."
You're on that tack still, are you?" said
Fairfax.
Ten years is a long stretch, mstey."
You've done Ave" said Fairfax.
Elves a stretch you can do on your
head. It's when you turns the corner. aud
sees another bloomin fve!"
Pull yourself together said Fairfax
you can't get out OF Longstaf."
IT'S a sad waste o. time" unused old
| Remnant; and II you come to think. it's
rough on the pore old queen. We cost her
one-and-eight day, matey, and she's got a
tidy big family to ind for"
Perhaps We should have thought OF that
before we came upon her charity"
II don't say but we should matey, though
it's never too late to mend, as the croaker
told us this blessed Sunday mornin'."
We'll" said Fairfax, now that we're In
| for n. | fancy we had better accept her
majesty's charity for the time she has been
good enough 10 impose It on us"
1T don't seem quite the square thing
| She's gettn' on in years. an got a blame
expensive family. an you an mes a-fat-
TENN on her victuals. I'm putin on flesh
myself, and who's a-feedin' me? Whose
table am I robbin?'
80 you're going to try it. then. Well
what's your plan?"
| Il amt ezackly fitted out the expedition
| m afer buf M dvf ha oh re-
These Sunday talks have been disal.
lowed-perhaps not quite without reason,
| Fairfax did not much believe in "Old'
Remnants project. for the impregnability
| NJ Longstaff was a kind OF proverb In al
her majestys prisons, but the face OF that
able burglar and prison breaker was very
| studious Is he sat In his cell through the
afternoon OF Sunday, with the bible across
his knees.
| "Old" Remnant was aware that every
| chance was against him, but he had seer
| freedom in vision, and he could see moth
| ing else. This fierce freedom hunger is tn,
chief disease OF convict prisons. and all tn,
prison people know II WELL from the gov
| ernor down to the commonest little sneal
OF a convict in his keeping. Day and nigh
the lag hopes and pines for liberty; ther,
is nothing but this longing and the dul
hope Of its fulfillment that solaces hii
bondage. For the years do not roll will
him, they trail and slug along and seen
perpetually to lose their course. as II som,
cruel hand put back the clock little ant
little every day. But most prisoners lacl
the energy, and yet greater number lacl
the courage that is wanted for the great at
tempt. For prison breaking is not what Il
! was. A Cellini, Casanova a Trenck. 8
Latude. Sheppard. could scarcely eat his
way out OF the thin modern prison that Ii
watched and haunted at every point, mo-
ment by moment. through every hour OF the
twenty-four. But-old prisons or new pris.
ons-every prison has its master. Bastilt
or pound, there is always one genius who
has the open sesame
| "Old" Remnant knew that he had the
freedom hunger very badly and knew thai
| 1t would get the better of him. When Il
gnawed like this he had always made hi:
| rush, and three times he had succeeded, bu
here, for the first time, he had neither
plan nor inspirations; he was ignorant o.
| everything that was to come. His time
was at hand for another leap at the bars
he must make that leap, but intuition
lighted him no further.
At bedtime he was as empty OF ideas al
at dinner time. and he wanted another
twelve hours for quiet meditation. He haC
thought out his last escape In a punishment
cell at Chatham. On the Monday morning
accordingly. he refused TO muster for chape
and was promptly marched to "chokey."
| "Ill get IL here" said "Old" Remnant n
the door closed upon him in the dark cell.