The Holly chieftain., 1903-02-27


These suits are made Of stun very
similar to that In use for the same
purpose In the United States. but the
colors, instead Of running in stripes.
are divided In the middle Onshalf
measuring from = line drawn from the
nose downward, IL dark and the other
light. When had bees thus clothed
I had one arm, leg and the right side
of my body black, and the left arm.
leg and half of my body dirty gray.
My watch. the gold locket and pin
that had taken from Maligni were
taken from me. but the letter Of An
tonic sigmotta was returned to me
with q shrug Of the keepers should
ers, as II to say that II the possession
Of piece OF paper would make me
any happier, might have 1t. for all
lie cared to the contrary.
This done, I was conducted with
scant ceremony to dungeon cell
My cell was perhaps twenty feet
square. high up in the tower, and
overlooked the north.
The door was of stone, and the walls
of some kind of cement The fur
niture consisted of an iron bedstead,
an old chair. and small tble. The
light came through small grated
window which was above my head.
For time. after l reached my cell.
was greatly worked up. the excite.
ment of the day and OF the previous
night having trying effect on my
nerves. But as the hours wore on.
the fct that had slept little began
to tell on me. and l grew drowsy.
Sitting on my hard chair gave my
self up to my bitter reflections, and
finally my head dropped, and, over
come by the drowsiness which was
increased by the silence of my cell,
fell asleep, and my waking medita.
tions became merged In dream, In
which I renewed acquaintance with
Major Simmons and Dilkins, and saw
heir faces, and the face of Edith
Broughton, and the faces OF other
friends peering at me. some In pity,
some In alarm, some with love.
And most strongly outlined among
them all was the calm, stern face of
my dead hero, Maubikeck. There was
an inspiration in that face as, half
sleeping, saw it looking down at
ne. 1t bade me rouse myself. 1t
shone like beacon before me, lead.
ing me to a resolution that would
never have reached but for this fan
astic appearance. 1t brought to my
mind the heroism of Maubikeck, by
whose death | was given life. The
manliness of his nature seemed i'm.
parted to mine recollected that
Nita Barlotti, the girl whom l had
sworn to save, was still in the hand1
Of men whose purposes were no.
always good. My own love for Edith
Broughton welled up within me, and
never done before. Perhaps an hour
passed and awoke., My dream was
ended. awoke from 1t new man.
arose from my chair and walked
around my cell. Near the window
paused. saw some words carved In
the cement wall. They were in shad.
ow, and 1t required some minutes ol
effort before l could decipher them.
Shading my eyes from the light which
came through the grated window,
gazed steadily at the letters until.
accustomed to the dim light which
fell upon them. l made them out
On one line carved in bold letters,
was the name, Henry Thorlane."
And under it, in smaller but not less
distinct characters, were the words,
Il will avenge."
was In tae cell occupied once by
the son Of the Englishman about
whom Mutterelli had told me, and
who was now. according to Mutter.
ELI, in the monastery OF The Saints.
| The FIRST thing to be done was to
learn as much as possible of my sur.
roundings. This was an easy matter
so far as the cell was concerned.
knew every inch of It already.
| But there was the window.
| dragged the table across thestone
floor and climbed upon IT, It put
me Just nigh enough to enable me to
lcok out through the strong bars Of
the little window. s
Looking down. saw that the pris-
on yard extended about forty feet
from the prison walls. and was sur
rounded by . stone wall, surmounted
by sharpened spikes. over which 1t
would be impossible to climb.
| ! was getting hungry, and knew
tllat It must be noon. supposed they
fed prisoners In 1ardinia, and waited