Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1903-12-12

PA"tV uluau. Au0t the sort OF
girl Mile. Roussillon is.
Il don't care what kind of hook
she reads" blurted Helm. shes u
me- pure. good girl. Everybody likes
her. She's the good angel of this mis-.
cradle frog hole Of a town. You'd like
her yourself If you'd straightcn up
and quit burning tow in your brain nil
the time. You're always so furlous
about something that you never have
chance to be just to yourself or
pleasant to anybody else"
IF had got furious at Won every
time there was overwhelming provoca
tion FOR it, Hamilton said, you'd have
Deen long since hanged or shot. /
fancy that | have shown angelic for
bearance. I've given you somewhat
more than prisoners freedom"
80 you have, so you have" assented
, Helm. i've often been surprised at
your generous partlality In my case
Let's have some hot water with some
thing else in it. What do you sayY (
won't give you any more advice for
five minutes by your watch"
But | want some advice ut once"
What about?"
"That girl"
Turn her loose. That's easy and
reputable"
"lll have TO, presume. but she
ought to be punished"
"lf you'll think loss about punish.
ment revenge and getting even with
everybody and everything you'n soln
begin to prosper"
Hamilton wnced but smiled ns ono
quite sure Of himself
Jean followed the soldier to rlckety
log pen on the farther side Of TIM.
stockade, where he found the prisoner
restlessly moving about like bird In
rustic cage. II had no comforts. that
gloomy little room. There WIS no fire.
place, the roof leaked. and the only
furniture consisted OF bench TO ST
on and pile Of skins for q bed. Alice
looked charmingly forlorn peeplng out
OF the wraps In which she was bundled
{ against the cold, her hair huffed aud
rimpled In shining disorder around her
face.
The guard let Jean In and closed the
door, himself staying outside.
Alice wns as glad to see the poor Ind
as II they had been parted for year.
She hugged him and kissed his drawn
| little face.
"You dear good Jean" she mur.
| INJURED You did not forget me"
81 brough; you something" he wa!s
pered. producing the book
Alice snatched It, looked Il. It aud
then az Jean.
"Why. what dd you bring this for
you silly Jean; didn't want this
don't like this book at all. It's hateful
l desplse II. Take II back"
There's something in II for you, q
paper with writing on H. Lieutenant
Beverley wrote IL on there. It's shut
up between the leaves about the mid
die"
"Sh-s.sh. Not so loud. The guard II
hear you" Alice b cath ess y whispered
her whole manner changing instantly.
She was trembling. and the color had
been whlsked from her face rs the
fame from candle in sudden draft.
She found the note and read II a
aozen times without pause, her eyes
IeaDlng along the lines back and forth
with pathetic eagerness and concentra-
ton. Presently she sat down on the
bench and covered her face with her
hands. A tremOr first, then convul'
siye sobblng shook her collapsed form.
lean regarded her with a drOlly sym
pathetic grimace. eleyaung his long
chin and letting his head settle DacK
between his shoulders.
"Oh. Jean. Jean" she cried al last
looking up and reaching out her arms
"Oh. Jean. he is gone, gone. gone"
Jean stepped closer TO her while she
sobbed again like little child.
She pulled him 10 her and held MIN
Sahtly against her breast while she
once more read the note through Dina
inc tears. The words were few, but
10 her they bore the message OF desoia'
tlon and despair A great haunting
hollow voice in her heart repeated
them until they echoed from vague as
tance TO distance.
II was written with bit OF lead on
the half OF a mildewed hy leaf torn
from the book:
mar Alicf-I am going away W Mheh
vou read this think OF me as hul IHs
through the wilderness 70 reaeh our "'.i'
and bring it here. BE brave an ~ s@, a.
vyavs have been be good, as you canhot
heln being: wait and watch Tor me IoNs
as love you I will come. DO hol
doubt II. / viii come. and ! VIII CRUSH
hamilton and his command COURAGE
suce dear: courage and wait ioI me
Faithfully ever. De Ai'i-'-'
She kissed the paper with passionate
,eryor pouring her tears upon II IN
,nru showers between which the light
~ her eyes played almost hercely' so
,oiopant was her sense Of despair
Which bordcred upon desperation,
.,cou, eone!" II was all she could
,blnk or say. Gone goneg
Iean took the onfending novel paeA
home with him. hidden under bis Jef'
Yin but Beverley's note lay upon
AlIee's heart. q sweet comfort ana
crushing weight, when an hour iaisr
- har and she was