The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1906-06-22

one but myself and a woman and chill
on the settlement" Rufus Dawes, paus
ing In his eating, stared at him in amaze
ment. The prisoners have gone ava,
In the schooner. If you choose to re
main Tree, You can do so as far as
am concerned. I am as helpless as 70,
are"
But how do You come here?"
Frere laughed bitterly. To give ex
plantations to convicts was, foreign to hi
experience, and he did not relish tn,
task. In this case, however. there wa,
no help for it. "The prisoners mn
tinted and seized the brig"
terrible light broke upon Rufus
Dawes. and he began to understand how
ne had again missed his chance: "Wht
took herr"
THAT double-dyed villain, John Rex. /,
says Frere, giving vent to his passion.
hu1us Dawes burst into a laugh &c
discordant that 1t made the other shud.
DER. We'll starve together, Maurice
frere," said he; 'tfor while you've a
crust, III share 1t. If / don't get lib
erty, at least I'll have revenger'
Inc sinister aspect of this famishe ed
savage sitting with his chin on his ra O.
ged knees, rocking himself to and fro
In the light Of the fire, gave Mr.. Maui
rice frere a new sensation. He felt
as might have felt that African hunter
VINO returning to his campfire, found a
lion there. 'sWretch!' said he. shrink
Ing from him, why should you wish to
be revenged on me?"
The convict turned upon him with q
bu1Tl. Taxa what
nave no hard words. Wretch! If am
wretch who made me one? If hate
you ana myself and the world, who made
me hate III l was born free-as free as
you are. Why should be sent to herd
Win beasts, and condemned to this slay-
cry, worse than death? Tell me that.
Maurice Frere--tell me thatW
didn't make the laws" says Frere
Why do you attack mer'
Because you are what I was. You
are free. You can do as Won please
iou can love, you can work, Won can
think. | can only hate!' He paused as
II astonished at himself, and then con-
tinued, with a low laugh: "Fine words
Tor convict, Ell! But never mind. It's
all right, Mr. Frere; we're equal now
and l sha'n't die an hour sooner than
you, though you are free man."
rrere began to think that he was deal
ng with another mailman. "Die! There's
40 need to talk of dying" he said, as
'oothlngly as 1t was possible for him TO
'ay It Thine enough for that by and
There spoke the free man. We con-
'lcts have an advantage over you gentle
men. You are afraid of death; we pray |
or 1t. 1t Is the best thing that can
lappen to US Die! They were 60
ng 70 hang me once. 1 wish they had"
Ihere was such depth of agony in
mis- terrible utterance that Maurice
'rere was appalled, at 1t. 'There. 90
nd sleep, my man." he said. "You are
nocked up. Well talk in the morning"
Hold on bitr cries Rufus Dawes
nth coarseness of manner altopatbar
oreign to that he had just assumed.
Who's with YEP"
The wife and daughter of the com.
andant." replied Frere, half afraid to
efuse an answer to a question so fierce
! put.
Poor souls" said the convict .T n;tv
lem." And then he stretched himself
Ike dog, before the blaze and went 70
eep instantly. When morning dawned
rere awoke him.
hutus Dawes glanced around him stu
luiy' and then remembering what had
appened, with great effort he stag
ered to his feet. II thought they'd got
Q" ne said; but it's the other wav
see. Come, let's have breakfast, Mr.
rere. I'm hungry"
You must wait" said Frere "no
u think there is no one here but vonr.
lf?" 'u' YOUR
Inc convict. stretching out his vast
arms, looked down upon them with
uncertain gaze of drunken man. 81
weak now," he said. "You have the
st OF me- and then he sunk suddenly
wn upon the ground, exhausted. "Give
drink! he moaned, feebly motioninr
til his hand.
Frere got him water in the pann;k;n
d having drunk it, he smiled. and Law
WIN to sleep again. Mrs. Vickers ana
lvia coming out while he still silent
,ognized him as the desperate of the
He was the most desperate man we
d." said Mrs. Vickers, identifying :.
rself with her husband "Oh. What
all we do?"
He won't do much harm" returned =
ere. looking down at the notorious j
nan with curiosity. Hes as near
I'd as can be-"
Sylvia looked up at him with her clear G
Ids glance. I'VE mustn't Iet hin,
;" said she. THAT would be muir Il
:" "iur-
No. no." returned Frere, hastily; mo d
wants him to die. But what can to
dor?
IN nurse himr' cried Sylvia.
Trere broke into one of his coarse
CHS, the first one that he had ipdulp- al
in since the mutiny. You nurse
4! That's good onel" The moor b,
10 child. weak and excitable, felt the
tempt in the tone, and burst into a AT
sion of sobs. 'Why do you insult
You wicked man? The poor fellows
and he'll-he'Il die, like Mr.. Bates,
mamma, mamma, let's go away by &c
selves"
rere walked away. He went into the
10 wood under the cliff and sat down. ar
was full of strange thoughts, which A,
could not express, and which he had
er owned hefora Tho 5;sI;Lo ~