The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1905-04-25

night having D trying efeo for lots.
nerves. But as the hehrs ,,on nous, !, %s' y,
the fct that had SLEPT littlesev 1--WE we'll, 81
to tell on me, and 4 grew dr. E. half
Sitting on my hard c0air | gave S-roon
self up to my bitter reflections, Z VIII
finally my head dfooped, and, ove- -
come by the drowsiness which wa
increased by the{ silence Of my cell,
fell asleep, and my waking medita-
tions became merged in dream, In
which | renewed acquaintance with
Major Simmons and Dilkins, and saw
their faces. and the face Of Edith
Broughton, and the faces Of other
friends peerjng at me. some in pity.
some In alarm, some with love.
And most fstrongly outlined among
them alN Vas the calm, stsrn face Of
my dead Hero, Maubikeck. There was
an instiNtion in that fade as. half
sleepjHgKI saw it looking down at
me. NJ bade me rouse myself. 1t
shonS ke beacon before me. lead
ing ING to a resolution that would
neverfhave reached but for this fam
tastic appearance. II brought to my
mihdYthe heroism of Maubikeck, by
whoge 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 hands
of men whose purposes were not
always good. My own love for Edith
Broughton welled up within me, and
surged through my heart as 1t had
never done before. Perhaps an hour
passed and / awoke. My dream was
ended. | awoke from it new man.
/ arose from my chair and walked
around my cell Near the window !
paused. l saw some words carved in
the cement wall. They were in shad-
ow, and it required some minutes Of
effort before | 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,
II will avenge."
was in the 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.seasy matter
so far as the cell was concerned. l
knew every inch of'it already.
But there was the window,
dragged the table across thestone
floor and climbed upon it, 1t put
me just high enough to enable me to
look out through the strong bars Of
the little window.
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
that it must be noon. supposed they
fed prisoners in Sardinia, and waited
patiently for my portion.
Dinner time came at last, and was
agreeably surprised to receiveiat the
Lands Of my keeper a substantial
meal. Doing justice to this, ! felt
like new man, ready for any emer
gency and willing to take my chance
for liberty. But | must, l reasoned
bide my time and wait for promis
ing opportunity
During the long night | lay on my
prison bed, sleeping part of the time
but having wakeful hours. in which
pondered and studied over the great
problem of my life-how to escape
and carry the plans, now seemingly
ended in disaster, to a successful ter
} mination.
J And one day followed another IL
this wise, and night followed night
until had spent weekin the prison
: / had heard nothing from Mutterelli
} and gave him up.
(To be continued.)