Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-06-20
CHAPTER .xXXVIII.
The Death Watch.

'The boys" came that night. as Frank
Henley said they would, twenty or more
gathering up to the door OF the jail, and
demanding the jailer. He came out, blus-
tering.
"Give us your keys" called the leader.
dismounting He had a handkerchief cut
into eyeslits over his face, but the shout
ders and the swagger were Enthusiastically
Dick Dale's.
The jailer swore nightly and gave up
the keys. Mat Kyle appeared. 'Look-a-
here. boys, this amt goin' to do" he pro-
tested weakly
Shut up" returned the visitor good hu-
moredly. you know what we want It'll
save time and jaw If you take me where
I'm bound to CO.
Mat led the way to Vaughans cell, pro-
testing loudly. The youngster strobe after
him. raped deferentially at the door and
then opened 1t.
Vaughan received him with smile He
had been looking down at the rescuing
party from the window. How like a If
teenth-eentury romance 1t all was
1--WE don't need you, Mat said the Wis
itor, closing the door in the sheriffs face
'',rhe boys are awaiting for you,' he said
to Vaughan. They'll take you anywhere
you want to co.
II can't go. Dick" said the prisoner
quietly you know / can't
II don't see why not" returned the young
man impatientIy There amt soul in
town but expects and wants you to, less
it's that d-n out-of-town militia -
Hurry up!" called a voice from below.
II can't GO Dick, can't, said Vaughan.
You wouldn't have any respect for me IL
I did l shouldn't have any for myself.
What. run awayI
'It amt running away said Dick 1T
being carried off. We're going to carry you
off-you don't understand There ain't any
time to lose. This is your last show The
thing viii go through"
''I know it." said Vaughan.
you know 1t and-Oh, my God! cried
Dick.
aHurry upp' called the voice from below.
Dick made a stride toward the prisoner.
'Parson" he said desperately, you've got
to go, there's no use talkin.
Vaughan drew back and faced him. ''Dick,
If you carry me away and prevent-Justice,
as God lives. will come back!
A whistle blew shrilly In the yard, the sig
nal of danger.
There they are, now!" exclaimed the
would-be rescuer and dashed from the
room. There were sounds indicating the APP
proach of another party OF horsemen-
shouts, the popping of revolvers. then Dick
and his company galloped away, Followed
by the militia.
Vaughan listened till the last hoofbeat
was stilled. then resigned himself to the
loneliness and the silence. 1t was not
bright night. but there were stars, and the
fires of the Richmond mills lit up the space
near and the overhangfng sky. At intervals
the fame leaped up, receiving the ore. and
the country around and the heavens were
dyed red with the light of 1t.
Cast thy gold into the furnace" sang
the inner. remote, hidden self Of the
watcher the inaccessible self that sings and
repeats phrases when the outer self may be
aigonizing or palsied. Cast thy gold Into
the furnacet"
The relentless. devouring flame - how
cruel It wasl The sacrif1ce-how complete.
how like his own!
All. 1t was cruel. With all the crowding
e,oquence thrust back In him and sealed,
with all the eager. vitalizing sympathy In
him frozen. to be hurled out. just a. he was
beginning to knew what life meant to these
MEN and women. Just AZ he was learning
their actual needs--how abnormal. un-
natural uncalled for Il seemed
But--wera words all, however eloduea1t9
Waa sympathy AaL however V4EzR arid
nuef What Of the manf WhaE or tais
nIaAf