Troy weekly news. (Troy, Idaho) 1897-1933, 1906-06-22
for The Term of Ills Natural Life
CHAPrNR xIY-lContlnued.l
BY MARCUS CLARKE


/ can hear the waves s-breaking hard
upon the barl'
As Frere relieved Mrs. Vickers from
the weight of the corpse Sylvia ran
20 her mother. ooh, mamma, mammal
sho cried, why did God let him die
when we wanted him 40 much p
Before It grew dark. Frere made shift
to carry the body to the shelter of some
rocks at a little distance and, spread
ing the jacket over the face. he piled
stones upon 1t to keep it steady. The
march Of events had been so rapid that
he scarcely realized that since the pre-
vious evening two Of the FIVE human crea-
lures left In this wilderness had escaped
from 1t. As he did realize It, he began
90 wonder whose turn 1t would be next
Tho following day passed gloomily. II
was hot and sultry, and dull haze
hung over the mountains. Frere spent
the morning In scooping a grave in the
sand, in which to inter poor Bates.
Practically awake to his own necessities,
he removed such portions Of clothing
from the body as would be useful to him,
but hid them under stone, not liking
10 lot Mrs. Vickers see what he had
done. Having completed tho grave by
and rolled as many stones as possible to
the sides of the mound. In the after
noon be cast the fishing line from the
point Of rock he had marked the day
before, but caught nothing. Passing by
the grave, on his return, he noticed that
Mrs. vickers had placed at the head
of It rude cross, formed by tying two
pieces of stick together. After supper
the usual salt meat and damper-he
tried to talk to Sylvia. why won't
you be friends with me, missy" he
asked.
II don't like you" said Sylvia. ''You
brighten me. You are not kind. l don't
mean that you do cruel things, but you
are Oh, wish papa was here"
Wishing won't bring him." says
Frere.
There That's what meant Is
that kind? Wishing won't bring him.
Oh, IL it only wouldw
II didn't mean it unkindly," says
Trere. what strange child you arep
There are persons" says Sylvia,
who have no affinity for each other
l read about It In book papa had, and
l suppose that's what 1t Is. have no
affinity for you. can't help it. can II"
Rubbish" Frere returned. "Come
here, and I'll tell you story"
Mrs. Vickers had gone back to her
cave, and the two were alone by the
IRE, near which stood the kettle and the
newly made damper. The child. with
some show of hesitation, came to him
and he caught and placed her on his
knee. The moon had not yet risen, and
the shadows cast by the Pickering fire
seemed weird and monstrous. The wick
ed wish to Brighten this helpless crea-
ture came to Maurice Frere.
There was once" said he. "a castle
10 an old wood and In this cystic there
lived an ogre, with great google eyes"
you silly mani" said Sylvia, strug-
Cling to be free. "You are trying to
brighten me-"
"And this ogre lived on the bones Of
little girls. One day little girl was
travelling the wood, and she heard the
ogre coming. 'Hawl hawl Hawl hawp"
MIR. Frere let me DOWN.
She was terribly frightened and she
ran. and ran, and ran, until all Of a
sudden she say"
piercing scream burst from his COM
ponion. "Ohl OIL What's that2" she
On the other side of the fire stood the
figure of a man. He staggered forward,
and then, falling on his knees, stretched
out his hands, and hoarsely articulated
one word-"Food" 1t was Rufus
Dawes.
The sound Of human voice broke the
spell Of terror that was on the child,
and as the glow from the fire fell upon
the tattered yellow garments, she guess
ed at once the whole story. Not so Maui
rice Frere He saw before him a new
danger, new mouth to share the scanty
provision, and snatching a brand from
the fire, he kept the convict at bay. But
Rufus Dawes, glaring round with wolfish
eyes, caught sight of the damper resting
against the iron kettle, and made
clutch at 1t. Frere dashed the brand In
his face. "Stand backp' he cried. 1--WE
have no food to spare"
The convict uttered a savage cry, and,
raising the iron CAD. plunged forward
desperately to attack his new enemy;
but. quick as thought. the child glided
past Frere, and snatching the loaf, pIac-
cd II In the hands Of the starving man,
with. Here, poor prisoner. eatp and
then. turning to Frere, she cast upon
him a glance so full Of horror, lndigna-
ton and surprise that the man blushed
and threw down the brand.
As for Rufus Dawes. the sudden APP
partition of the golden-haired girl seemed
TO have transformed him. Allowing the
loaf to alp through his fingers, he gaxed,
with hsggard eyes, at the retreating ig-
urs Of the child. and as 1t vanished into
the darkness outside the circle Of the
freight, the unhappy man sank his face
upon bis blackened. horny hands, and
burst Into tears.
CHAPTER XIV.
The coarse tones Of Maurice Frers
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