The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1906-06-22
for The Term of His Natural Life
CHAPTNR xIY.-{Continued.l
BY MARCUS CL.ARE<R

urn my race 70 II once morew h
whispered; and a. they raised kim, b
inclined his ear to listen. '.It's cain
enough here, God bless Il = he said ssbu
! can hear the waves a-breaking har,
upon the bar!'
As Frere relieved Mrs. vickers from
the weight of the corpse, Sylvia ra,
70 her mother. "Oh, mamma, mamma r
she cried why did God let him di,
when We wanted him so much ?'s
Before II grew dark. Frere made shift
% carry the body to the shelter Of some
rocks at q 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 80 rapid that
ne scarcely realized that since the pre-
vious evening two Of the FIVE human crea-
lures left In this wilderness had escaped
frem 1t. As he did realize 1t, he began
TO wonder whose turn 1t would be next.
The following day passed gloomily. 1t
was hot and sultry, and a 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 ewn necessities,
- removed such portions Of clothing
from the body as would be useful to him,
but hid them under a stone, not liking
to let Mrs. Vickers see what he had
dene. Having completed the grave by
midday, he placed the corpse therein,
ana rolled as many stones as possible to
the sides Of the mound. In the after
noon he cast the fishing line from the
peint Of rock he had marked the day
befere, but caught nothing. Passing by
the grave, On his return, he noticed that
Mrs. Vickers had placed at the head
81 It rude cross, formed by tying tive
pieces Of stick together. After supper
the usual salt meat and dampef-he
tried to talk to Sylvia. "Why won't
asked.
7 don't like you," said syivia. "You
brighten me. You are not kind I don't
mean that you do cruel things, but you
are-- Oh. wish papa Was here!"
sFrere.
"Therel That's what meant Is
nat kind? Wishing won't bring himr
PA, II 1t only would"
didn't mean 1t unkindly," says
srepe. What a strange child you arev'
Inero are persons" says Sylvia,
who have no affinity for each other.
read about It In book papa had, and
suppose that's what 1t is, 1 have no |
unity for you. cant help it, can I?'' |
Rubbish" Frere returned. "Come
IRE. and I'll tell you a story"
Mrs. Vickers had gone back to her
We, and the two were alone by the
e, near which stood the kettle and the |
WY made damper. The child. with
ne show Of hesitation, came to him
he caught and placed her ON his
&c. The moon had not yet risen. and
shadows cast by the Pickering FIRE
med weird and monstrous. The wick
wish to brighten this helpless crea-
came to Maurice Frere.
There was once" said he, "a castle
IN old wood, and In this castle there
d an ogre, with great google eyeso
You silly manP' said Sylvia. strue-
20 pc Tree. "You are trying to
hten me-"
And this ogre lived on the bones of
girls. One day little girl was
cling the wood, and she heard the
coming. 'Haw! haw! Haw! hawv"
AT. Frere, let me down!'
ne was terribly frightened, and she
and ran, and ran, until all of a
en- she saw" a.
piercing scream burst from his COM
IN. "Oh! OIL What's that?" She
and chung to her prosecutor.
the other side of the fire stood the
OF man. He staggered forward,
hen, falling on his knees, stretched
rs hands, and hoarsely articulated
yord-"FoodP' 1t was Rufus
IS. 8GM%
sound OF human voice broke the
or terror that was on the child.
the glow from the fire fell upon j..
ttered yellow garments, she guess !.
>nce the whole story. Not SO Maui :
rere. He saw before him a new !
q new mouth to share the scanty :,
on. and snatching a brand from =
J, he kept the convict Mt bay. But
Dawes, glaring round with wolfish a
aught sight Of the damper resting :
the iron kettle, and made a 6
At It. Frere dashed the brand in :
e. Stand backw he cried. ave =
} food.to sparei''
convict uttered q savage cry. and
the iron CAD, plunged forward n
tely to attack his new enemy: a
lex as thought, the child glided 81
ere, and snatching the loaf. pIas>
the hands of the starving man. 4
Here, poor prisoner, eatp' and r.
arning to Freres she cast upon d
lance SO full Of horror, indigna-
surprise that the man blushed Ct
W down the brand. d
Rufus Dawes. the sudden an q
1 of the gelden-haired girl seemed
transformed him. Allowing the OF
lip Though his fingers, he gazed. W
gard eyes, at the retreating fc-
le child, and as It vanished into
ness outside the circle of the Ia
the unhappy man sank his face 2.
blackened. horny hands, and a.
j tears. &SE III
CHAPTER XIV. pa
arse tones Of Maurice Frere ~, M
n. What do you wantr' he ~ ~