The Kennewick courier. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1905-1914, 1906-07-20
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and, and-Im not sure about the last
man."
You are not sure about the last man.
Will you swear to the three othersY
Il was in the chain gang at Macqua-
RE Harbor with them for three years"
Sylvia, hearing this hideous reason for
acquaintance. gave a low cry, and fell
into her fathers arms.
"Oh, papa, take me away! / feel as if
l was going to remember something ter
rible!"
Amidst the deep silence that prevailed
the cry of the poor girl was distinctly
audible in the court, and all heads turn
ed to the door. In the general wonder
no one noticed the change that passed
over Rufus Dawes. His face flushed
scarlet, great drops Of sweat stood on
his forehead. and his black eyes glared
in the direction from whence the sound
came. as though they would pierce the
envious wood that separated him from
the woman whose voice he had heard.
Maurice Frere sprang up and pushed his
way through the crowd under the bench.
whats thisy" he said to Vickers. al
most brutally. "What did you bring her
here for? She is not wanted. told
you that"
II considered It my duty, sir" says
Vickers with stately rebuke.
'"That rufian Dawes frightened her."
said Meekin. "a gush of recollection.
poor child. There, there, calm your
self, Miss Vickers. He is quite SAFE"
Enlightened her. eh?"
EYES," said Sylvia, family. che fright
ened me, Maurice. l needn't stop any
longer. dear. need l."
"No." says Frere, the cloud passing
from his face. Major. I beg your
pardon, but was hasty. Take her home
at once. This sort of thing is too much
for her" And so he went back again
to his place. wiping his brow. and breath
ing hard, as one who had just escaped
from some near peril
Rufus Dawes had remained in the
same attitude until the figure Of F'rere.
passing through the doorway. reused
him. "Who is she?" he said, in a low.
hoarse voice, to the constable behind
him.
"Miss Vickers," said the man, shortly.
Ringing the information at him as one
might fling bone to a dangerous dog.
Miss Vickers" repeated the convict
still staring in a sort of bewildered
agony. "They told me she was dead"
The constable shifted contemptuously
at this preposterous conclusion, as who
should say: IF you know all about it,
animal, why did you ask?" And then,
feeling that the fixed gaze Of his inter-
rogator demanded some reply, added:
'You thort she was, I've no doubt. You
did your best to make her so, I've
heard"
The convict raised both his hands with
sudden action of wrathful despair. as
though he would seize the other. despite
the loaded muskets, but, checking him
self with sudden impulse, wheeled round
to the court. "Your honor! Gentle
men! I want to speak"
The change in the tone of his voice
no less than the sudden loudness of teh
exclamation. made the faces. hitherto
bent upon the door through which Mr.
Frere had passed, turn round again. To
many there it seemed that the notorious
Dawes" was no longer in the box, for in
place Of the upright and defiant villain
who stood there an instant back was a
white-faced. nervous, agitated creature
bending forward in an attitude almost of
supplication, ono hand grasping the rail,
as though to save himself from falling,
the other outstretched toward the bench
"Your honor, there has been some dread
full mistake made. l want to explain
about myself. I explained before, when
first I was sent to Port Arthur, but the
letters were never forwarded by the CON-
mandant. OF course. that's the rule. and
can't complain. I've been sent there
unjustly, your honor. I made that boat,
your honor. l saved the majors wife
and daughter. was the man: l did it
all myself, and my liberty was sworn
away by a villain who hated me. l
thought until now that no one knew the
truth, for they told me that she was
dead" His rapid utterance took the
court so much by surprise that no one
interrupted him. II was sentenced to
death for boiling, sir. and they reprieved
me because I helped them in the boat
Helped them! Why. l made it! She
will tell you so. 1 nursed her. I carried
her in my arms, I starved myself for
her. She was fond of me. sir. She was.
indeed. She called me Good Mr..
Dawes"
At this a coarse laugh broke out,
which was instantly checked. The Judge
bent over to ask, docs he mean Miss
Vickers?" and in this interval Rufus
Dawes. looking down into the court.
saw Maurice Frere staring up at him
with terror in his eyes.
Il see you, Captain Frere, coward and
liar! Put him in the box, gentlemen,
and make him tell his story. She'll con-
tradict him, never fear. Oh, and 1
thought she was dead all this whilev'
The judge had got his answer from
the clerk by this time. Miss Vickers
had been seriously ILL., had tainted just
now in the court. Her only memories
of the convict who had been with her in
the boat were those of terror. The sight
of him just now had most seriously af-
fected her. The convict himself was an
inveterate liar and schemer, and his
story had been already disproved by
Captain Frere. Rufus Dawes, still en-
deavoring to speak, was clanked away
with amidst a buzz of remark and sur
mise.
The trial progressed without further
incident. The defense set up by Rex
was most ingenious. He was guilty of
absconding. but his moderation might
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