The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1906-07-06
each otner's eyes.
'What joke is this, my friendT
Trova vyhicpaxad

| each otner's eyes.
"What joke is this, my friend"
Trove whispered.
II speak not lightly, boy. If where
We thought were honor an good faith
there be only guilt an shame, can We
believe in goodnessT
For his answer there were silence
and the ticking Of the clocks.
Surely We can an WILL" said the old
man, "for there Is the goodness o. thy
own heart. All. boy, though | have it
not. remember that | loved honor an
have sought to fill thee with it. This
night l go where We cannot follow"
The tinker turned. hating Il pendu-
lum.
Trove groaned as he spoke. 30 man.
tell me, quickly, what do you mean?'
"That God hath laid his hand upon
me-" said Darrell sternly. II cannot
see thee suffer- boy, when l am the
guilty one. o Redeemer O. the world,
haste me. haste me, now to punish
ment!'
The young man staggered, like one
dazed by the shock of blow, stepped
backward and partly fell on a lounge.
"You, you will confess and go to
brisonv he whispered. =
Fair SOUL" said the old man, strik-
ing the boys head, "thinl not o. me.
Where l go there be howers-lovely
dowers-an' music an the bards an
prophets Though l go to punishment,
still am in the Blessed Isles"
| tYou nro Hnincr n ~ co va mo Troua
whispered, taking the hand of the old
man. "Pll not permit it. I'll go to
prison first"
sam l so great fool, think We, as
to claim an evil that Is not mine? An
would We keep in me the burning o.
remorse when l seek to quench it? l
warn thee, NEEDLE not with the bust
ness O. me soul. That Is between the
great God an me-"
Darrell stood to his full height, the
ved handkerchief covering his mead ana
falling on his back. He began with a
tone of contempt that changed quick
ly into one Of sharp command. There
was little silence, then a quick rap.
"Come In" Darrell shouted as he let
the handkerchief fall upon his face
again.
The district attorney, constable and
the bank clerk, who had been injured
the night of the robbery, came in.
"He is not guilty." said Trove, rising.
II command we, boy, be silent!' said
Darrell sternly.
"Have We ever seen that hand?" he
added, approaching the clerk and point.
ing at red mark as large as a dime
on the back of his left hand.
EYES," the clerk answered, with sur
prise, looking from hand to handker-
chief; then, turning to the lawyer, he
added, This is the man."
"Now," Darrell continued, rolling up
his sleeve, "I'll show where thy bullet
struck me in the left arm. See;' there
it scared the fesh!'
They saw scar, quite an inch long,
midway from hand to elbow.
"Do you mean to say that you are
guilty of this crime?" the attorney
| asked.
81 am guilty and ready for punish
ment," Darrell answered. snow, dis
charge the boy"
Tomorrow" said the attorney. "That
is for the court to do
Darrell went to Trove, who now sat
weeping. his face upon his hands.
"Oh, the great rivers o. tears!" said
Darrell, touching the boys head. BE
| yond it are the green shores of happi-
ness, an have crossed, an soon shalt
thou. Stop, boy; it i'll becomes thee.
There is dear, dear child whose heart
is breaking Go an comfort her"
Trove sat as if he had not heard. The
tinker went to his table and hurriedly
wrote line, folding and directing it.
GO quickly, boy, an tell her an then
take this to Riley Brooke for me-"
The young man struggled a moment
for self mastery, rose, with sigh and
stern look, and put on his hat.
ut is about bail?' he whispered.
EYES," Darrell answered.
Trove hurried away. A woman met
him at the door within which Polly
boarded.
as she better?" Trove asked.
eyes, but has asked me to say that
she does not wish to see you"
Trove stood q moment, his tongue
hating between anger and surprise.
He turned without word, walking
away, bitter feeling in his heart.
Brooke greeted him with unexpected
heartiness. He was going to bed when
the young man raped upon his door.
Brooke opened the letter and read the
words aloud, "Thanks; shall not need
thy help"
"Whatw Trove exclaimed.
"He says ne shall not need the help
I offered him. Brooke answered.
"Good night" said Trove who, turn
ing, left the house and hurried away.
Lights were out everywhere in the vii
lage now. The windows were dark at
the Sign of the Dial. He hurried up the
old stairs and raped loudly, but none
came to admit him. He called and lis
tened. Within there were only silence
and that old familiar sound of the Sec
onds trooping by, some with short and
some with long steps. He knew that
soon they were to grow faint and
weary and pass no more that way.
He ran to the foot Of the stairs and
stood a moment hesitating. Then he
walked slowly to the county Jail and
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