Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1907-05-22

so he told her his name, but nothing
more. and she looked at him closely as
she laid the cloth. 'Sure, it's special
he ISL she murmured. Poor man,
might have seen it wild half an eye"
And she sighed and clicked her tongue
as she put meat and bread upon the
board: then looked at him wistfully and
long with her clear. bright eyes, for he
had rested his elbows on the table and
had hidden his face. touched to the
heart by the wOmanly kindness of her
voice. He had heard nothing like it
since that fatal night in April. now
eight long months ago, nor. when he
looked up, had he seen anything from
that night to this like the wOmanly
compassion in those Irish eyes.
She cut him some mutton ana Il slice
of bread. She put the knife and fork
in his hands. but he made no use of
them.
"Ah. now. pluck up she coaXed.
"Pluck up an ate"
He made an effort, but could not fin
ish what was on his plate
'Your kindness has taken away my
appetite. Peggy" he said with Il smile
as he pushed back his chair. It's the
first I've had. from woman. at all
events. for many's the long month"
With that he rose TO -. but she got
between him and the door.
GLORY be to God. an it shan't he
the last!' said she. her bosom heav!ng
| and IL tear in her eye. "PcggY'S your
| frind, remember that. sOrr. an its the
/ cook can be the uscfullGst frind tG tie
| assigned servants. If ye'd only say
out what 1t is that's thrOubln' We 50
| this minute"
Coming up here as convict, that's
all, Peggy"
"There's hundreds more in thin
| hutS fOrninSt us"
"That's no comfort. I'm afraid. You
see. AM very selfish. think only OF
myself"
but they're all convicts here. livery
mothers son but the ould cove ant
Mr. Nat
"Whut. the OvNrsCcr tOOE'
"Gin@cr? It's Ginger we call m. IN
n daccnt man nj most times is Gin
ger. though YOU needn't he tclin' II
| said so But. faith. he's no Ertthc
than the rest of us. If he isn't 4 con
vict now he's Il tickct-of-lave. an IT.
livery wan of us'n he that, sorr if W,
live long enough"
Yes: Don't sir me. Peggy. Call m,
Tom. I'm not even like Ginger. yol
know. I'm convict of the deepes
Ind the newest eye"
An what am -
Not YOU too. Peggy
Me. too. Tom. an its Sivcn yea
I'm here for. So don't you make sucl
n song of it. me- dear. or it's me yell
be putin to the blush"
Indeed he had done 50 already. And
to believe Peggy. the second blusl
ever seen at Castle Sullivan was still
mantling her pleasant face whe
spurs jingleI again in the ScuiICry. ant
Mr.. Nat stood on the inner threshold
Some moments he stood there withou
Il word. Il furious glitter in his col
blue eye. his lewd mouth SHOWN
through his beard like cash. Pegg
shrank back. Tom was wondering
the brute had ever struck her. whe
he was addressed III voice that shoe
with i'll governed fcrocity.
what are you doing here, Ericl
, sem" were the words.
Il have Just had my supper. l wa
told to have it here
oh, you've had it, have you? The
why the devil haven't you clearc
OUT" reared young Sullivan, losing n
| control. Il tell you what. Peggy, thi
= mans cold bloodcd murderer. That
! what he is, and that's what he's her
for. Why they didn't hang him Go
\ knows. but they didn't, so we've &c
the benefit instead. Let me ncvC
Q catch him in here again. He'd cut you
Q throat as soon as look at you. Clca
/. out, you GaIlows bird. and show you
S nose inside the paliSade again if yo
i dare,'
| Tom replied with his eye, and onl
- Scorn was in its steady gaze. Whe