The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1906-11-03

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we'll; you may co." he said, falling
back. ., II r: .{S.*s'. z IN. n / l
: Twice more the slip of paper was in
spected before he got beyond the camp;
Always the same result followed; :; he
was allowed to 60 on /unmolested, and
the signature was acknowledged ais a
key to open all locks. When the lastl
sentry drew back with: a civil Good;
night" to him, and Wins tanley started
his horse again into a trot, he felt the:
blood, chilled and checked by the ten-
sion Of that last half hour, began, to
throb and. thrill once more through his
veins. !. ; = =
Y, He was free! Heaven was above
him and the yeldt was all around! He
dashed his spurs into his horses sides
and rode as if for his life He kept the
road; he dared not strike over the
grass land till the daylight came.
Free! Life within his grasp again
life filled with new ,preciousness, for
1t had been SO near to it's end! .
. The round, calm moon shone down
on him with brighter light than it
had ever smiled ON him at home. The
very world about was strange and
alien; yet it was the same good world
he knew and loved. He had thought
he was content to go, or reconciled, al
least. Now, by the bound and stir oi
all his pulses, he knew how hateful
death was-how dear life.
And in the hut far, far behind al
ready-so far that the lights of the
camp had long since ceased to gimme,
as one peered back from the highest
point-so far that the fear of any pur
suit was over. even if discovery were
made, there sat the man who had tax
EN- his place to free him, on the same
box where he had sat. He sat and
puned at the. cigar he had found in
the case in Winstanley's pocket, bet
ter cigar than he had ever smoked in
his life. He was enjoying it with: slow
satisfaction, after the fatigue and heat
OF the long day of riding, and he slow
ly meditated as he Smoked
There was risk about this business
he know that we'll enough. He had
faced it all before he went into it, and
knew what it might mean. But his
was the spirit that carelessly looked
for. some chance to turn up, always
when all hope seemed gone. They
would kick up row at first, of course
that was: only to be expected; they
would be in a terrible rage. But he
could soon them who he was
and put all that right: IT. he said, it
was his brother he wanted to save
that would score point. They stuck
by their families, these queer beggars
They would think it all right if he
said there was a relationship.
Relationship? Ha! ha! that was a
joke, anyhow-to call himself the
brother Of swell! "A bitter smile
hickered round his lips as he took the
cigar from between them and blew out
the smoke In curls. His brother! That
chap with the soft voice, and the ring
OF command under the softness-the
look as if the world was made for him
and he lived in it just. because he
pleased. He who had lived all his
life in purple and fine linen and on the
fat of the landysswho never had known
what blows and hunger and want were
or had had the hand of the whole uni.
verse against. his own. How he'd
laugh at the idea! But, stop, he hadn't
laughed, after all. What was that he
said about having acted a brothers
part to him-about doing a brothers
service for him il he ever wanted it %,
In all the world, that had been like
stone and steel in it's treatment of him
two faces stood out clear and steady,
with another look on them. One was
the face of the girl at Wynberg-the
girl who had sent him to clear her
lover-and the other. was the, face: Of
the man she loved. < = .sSsSs 4.
The cigar had burnt down; to a. red
ash. With a sigh he relinquished the
luxury of it,. He dropped it on the
floor of the hut. and flung his head
back against the hard wall behind him:
He was stiff and cramped from the
long day in the saddle; he stretched
himself, yawned once or twice, and
was asleep. The moon crept round
inch by inch and restede on him as he
slumbered there as, stu as d: O.: child.
Was, there curiosity to see: the slum.
Der that would so soon give way@sto
one still deeper, more ,peaceful-t the
sleep that. wipes, >earth's writing,
blurred and blotted; rs from the slate
and writes in its place ""Rest?'''' :. $
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