Elk City mining news. (Elk City, Idaho) 1903-1913, 1906-06-23
Tor The Term of His Natural Life
BY MARCUS Clarke
CHAPTER xIv.-(Continued.,

urn my lace TO 1t once mOrep' he
whispered; and as they raised him, he
inclined his ear to listen. 'It's calm
enough here, God bless it," he said; 'but
can hear the waves a-breaking hard
upon the BARI
AS Frere relieved Mrs. Vickers from
the weight of the corpse, Sylvia ran
TO her mother. "Oh, mamma, mammal
she cried, why did God let him die
when we wanted him so much p
Before it grew dark, Frere made shift
to carry the body to the shelter of some
rocks at little distance, and, spread
ing the jacket over the face, he piled
stones upon it to keep it steady The
march of events had been 80 rapid that
he scarcely realized that since the pre-
vous evening two of the FIVE human crea-
lures left in this wilderness had escaped
from it. AS he did realize it, he began
to wonder whose turn it would be next
The following day passed gloomily. 1t
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,
to let Mrs. Vickers see what he had
done. Having completed the grave by
midday, he placed the corpse therein,
and rolled as many stones as possible to
the sides of the mound. In the after
noon he 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 a 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.
IT 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 1 meant Is
that kind? Wishing won't bring him!
Oh, if it only would"
AZ didn't mean 1t unkindly," says
Frere. "What a strange child you arev'
There are persons" says Sylvia,
''who have no affinity for each other.
1 read about it in a book papa had, and
1 suppose that's what it is. l have no
affinity for you. 1 can't help it, can III
Rubbish" Frere returned. "Come
here, and I'll tell you a story"
Mrs. Vickers had gone back to her
cave, and the two were alone by the
fire, 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 frighten this helpless crea-
ture came to Maurice Frere.
There was once" said he, "a castle
in an old wood, and In this castle there
lived an ogre, with great google eyes.
you silly man. said Sylvia, strug
Cling to be free. you are trying tc
frighten me-"
And this ogre lived on the bones OF
little girls. One day a little girl was
travelling the wood, and she heard the
ogre coming. 'Haw! haw! Haw! hawv
Mr.. Frere, let me down.
''She was terribly frightened, and she
ran, and ran, and ran, until all of q
sudden she saw"
A piercing scream burst from his com
ponion. ooh! oh! What's that?" she
CRIED and chung to her prosecutor.
On the other side of the fire stood the
figure of man. He staggered forward
and then, falling on his knees, stretched
out his hands, and hoarsely articulated
one word-"Foodw 1t was Ruff.
Dawes.
The sound of human voice broke tn,
spell of terror that was on the child
and as the glow from the fire fell upoI
the tattered yellow garments, she guess
ed at once the whole story. Not DO Mau
rice Frere. He saw before him a new
danger, a new mouth to share the scant,
provision, and snatching a brand from
the fire, he kept the convict at bay. Blu
Rufus Dawes, glazing round with wolfsl
eyes, caught sight of the damper resting
against the iron kettle, and made
clutch at it. Frere dashed the brand IL
his face. STAND backv' he cried. "W
have no food to sparsP
The convict uttered a savage cry, and
raising tho iron CAD, plunged forwar'
desperately to attack his new enemy
but, quick ~ thought, the child glide,
past Frere, and snatching the loaf, pIac
ed It in the hands of the starving man
with. Here, poor prisoner, eat!' an,
then. turning to Frere, she cast upol
him a glance so full of horror, indigna
ton and surprise that the man blushe'
and threw down the brand.
A. for Rufus Dawes, the sudden ap
parition of the golden-haired girl scenes
10 have transformed him. Allowing tn
loaf to slip through his fingers, he gazed
with haggard eyes, at the retreating fig
ure of the child, and as it vanished int