Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1906-06-23
CHAPTER XIv.-1ContInuedl.

Turn my face to IL once noie'
whispered; and as they raised him. ne
inclined his ear to listen. III CAIN
enough here God bless It, nc sald' out
/ can hear the waves a-breaklng nara
upon the barr
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 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 Eve 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 n dull haze
hung ever the mountains. Frere spent
the morning In scooping a grave In the
sand, in which to inter poor Bates.
Practically awake 70 his own necessities,
he removed such portions of clothing
from the body as would be useful to him,
but hid them under q stone, not liking
to let Mrs. Vickers see what he had
deRe. 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
neon he cast the fishing line from the
point of a rock he had marked the day
before, but caught nothing. Passing by
the grave, en- his return, he noticed that
Mrs. Yickers had placed at the head
of 1t rude crsss, Termed by tying two
pieces Of stick together After supper
the usual salt meat and damper-he
tried to talk to Sylvia. why won't
ysu be friends with me, missyp he
asked
~ don't like you," said Sylvia. "You
frighten me. You are not kind. | don't
mean that you do cruel things, but you
arc Oh, l wish papa was here"
Wishing won't bring him." says
Frere.
There! That's what l mean! Is
that kind7 Wishing won't bring him!
Oh, If 1t only wouldP'
II 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.
/ read about it in a book papa had, and
/ suppose that's what 1t Is. / have no
affinity for you. l can't help it, can 2"
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. Tho child, with |
some shsw Of hesitation, came to him |
and he caught and placed her on his |
b neon 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 manr' said Sylvia, strug-
Cling to be free. you are trying to
brighten me-"
And this eyre 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! hawP"
Mr.. Frere, let me down.
"She was terribly frightened, and she
ran, and ran, and ran, until all of a
sudden she saw"
A piercing scream burst from his com
ponion. "Oh! 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-"Food" 1t was Rufus
Dawes.
The sound Of a 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 new
danger, a 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 a
clutch at 1t. Frere dashed the brand In
his face. STAND backw lie cried. 1--WE
have no food to spare!"
The convict uttered 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 snatehing the loaf, pIac
ed it in the hands of the starving man,
with, Here, poor prisoner, eat" and
then, turning to Frere, she cast upon
him glance so full of horror, indigna.
ton and surprise that the man blushed
and threw down the brand.
As for Rufus Dawes, the sudden m
partition of the golden-haired girl seemed
CO.. ,.3 l.
loaf TO slip Though his fingers, he gazed
with haggard eyes, at the retreating fig
ure of the child, and as it vanished inf,
the darkness outside the circle of TN.
freight, the unhappy man sank his fac,
upon his blackened. horny hands, an,
burst into tears.
CHAPTER XIV.
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