Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1903-03-20
Copyright 1901. Street and Smith, New York.
CHAPTER Will

His cigar had gone, and, that source
of consolation lost, Charlie had to
turn to something else In order to in
terest himself.
A companion in misery was along
side. Up to the present Charlie did
not know whether he were young or
old-all he saw was that man had
been showed in ahead of him.
So he leaned his head toward that
of his fellow-passenger and exclaimed
in French:
Monsieur, it seems that we are
companions in misery. Might l ask
your manner" giving his own at the
same time.
The other did not appear downcast
indeed, he answered, quite cheerful
ay:
II am Henri, the Marquis of Mont
pensier, blood relative of Don Carlos
of Spain"
Further conversation was prevented
by a gruff demand from one of the
guards for silence.
At length they drew up to the pris-
on.
Without ceremony the two prison
ers were hustled into the jail
Charlie silently walked into the
dark cell which yawned before him.
To have refused would have been fol
ly, since by force he would doubtless
have been thrown over the thresh-
old.
All! he might be worse off.
His cigar case still held a few
choice weeds, such as appeal most
strongly to the heart of the confirmed
smoker.
So he FASTENED to secure cigar.
Next came match.
AS he struck this latter and a light
Bprang into existence he heard an ex-
clamation, and remembered he had
comrade in misery.
He saw young chap with reso-
lutte face. There was more of an
American look about him than Euro
pean, and yet Charlie remembered
having heard him give the name of
Giuseppe Brignoli, as though he were
an Italian.
Pardon, comrade," Charlie said in
French. ALLOW me to light my weed,
since matches are scarce and then l
shall offer you a cigar" with which
he proceeded to put his words into
execution.
Thanks awfully, but l don't smoke"
said the other laconically in the best
-of English.
: The match expired before Charlie
could get another look at his comrade
/ But he knew his first suspicion was
itrue-the young fellow came Of An
glo-Saxon stock, and had assumed an
Italian name in order to keep his own
from disgrace or from some other rea-
son.
while trying to pass away the long |
hours, or at least engage in social dis
course.
Pardon me again, sir, but can you
spare a couple Of matches?" asked |
the other.
"Half-a-dozen, at your service
Thanks. They may serve my end
well and yours In the bargain"
Charles curiosity flashed up.
What did the other mean to do?
Was he desperate enough to think of
setting the prison on fire? Nonsense!
There was not one chance in million
of accomplishing such thing to men
shut up hero in this grimy dungeon
Nevertheless, he knew that nothing
was ever accomplished without effort,
and that often q capricious fortune
aids those who help themselves.
A cursory examination Of their dun
geon revealed a startling, yet cheer
ing, fact.
Under the boards the youngsters
tunnel.
When the fat stone was lifted up,
behold! an opening yawned below.
The youth gave thanks In his pc
culiar way, and without much more
ado jumped into the breach.
II shall return, comrade," he said.
And Charlie believed him.
He sat there smoking his cigar and ]
feeding the flames with bits Of the
splintered planking.
Minutes passed.
Evidently his companion was max
ng quite tour under the prison
1ooring.
At last there was a movement, and
! head appeared above the stone flag
Ding.
"Give me a hand, please"
Charlie knew from the look of tri- !
lmph upon his face that the other
vas decidedly pleased with what he e
lad discovered.
"In luck, eh?" he hazarded.
1.-THE best in the world. Some good
hap in the past has made a tunnel q
IL but breaking through. I did that I
art while | was gone In fact to