Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1907-05-18

text and directly addressing Tom from
the pulpit. The outrage was unforgiv-
able. When Mr.. Cotton came to his
cell soon after, the convict fatty re-
fused ever to listen to him again.
"You have insulted me before men,"
he cried. You need plead for me no
more before Cod
But consider who you are. what
you We're" protested the reverend gen
tleman-"a clergyman's son, your poor
father
Not one word of him. said Tom.
"He would never have spoken as you
spoke. There, sir, do not force me to
say more. You have been kind to me
in your own way, but the greatest
until the end
Next day he asked for pens and pa
per and spent the entire afternoon
upon one letter. Turkeys, who came
continually to see how he was bearing
his last hours on earth, found him al
ways writing. writing. writing, with
the tears streaming down his face
and yet the happiest look that they had
seendn it yet. The turkeys were prac-
teal. experienced men. They never
doubted that what Erichsen was writ
ing was his full confession of the crime
for which he was to suffer in the morn
ing. SO one brought another to spy
upon him in the act of historic compo-
sition. And still he wrote; and still he
wrote
He was done before dark and ate
his supper as he had eaten nothing for
days. He seemed a happier man-that
was only natural to the turnkey mind.
And yet the sealed packet set In front
of him on the table was not yet add
dressed, and when the governor, pay
ing him visit in the evening, said
slyly, as this for me-" Tom answered,
with quite Il laugh. that it was not. 1t
was for friend, and the last act of his
unpiniOned hands should be to add the
address.
Tom stepped back into the cell and
stood there with the full moon laugh
ing in his white face and blazing eyes.
Very~well. He would brain the next
turnkey who came near him and SO at
least deserve his death even if he
could not slip into the dead mans
clothes and thus away. SO the hot fit
had followed the cool; so madness trod
| upon the heels of rational thought.
The murmur of the crowd had done
it. 1t had left him a wounded lion,
and his maddened eyes We're now row.
ing round the cell in search of that
with which to shed blood for blood
They lit upon the metal washStand
| fixed like the iron candlestick) to the
wall. In an instant the washstand was
torn out by the roots and poised over
the cropped yellow head, while the
loose tin things rang like cymbals on
| the floor. The clattcr was slow to
cease. 1t was followed inevitably by
hurried footsteps in the corridor. So
much the better. The time was come
Tom raised the washstand on high in
| both hands and himself on tiptOes to
| give the greater force to his blow as
the door was flung hurriedly open. He
was bringing it down upon gray hairs,
when heesaw their color and, swervihg,
swung the apparatus with crash
| against the wall
Lucky for you it was you" he cried
as the chaplain threw up his hands.
''Unlucky for me. I'd have killed any
| other man i'll the place. Now you see
what they've made of me. Better send
| them to tie me up. It's no good your
| wasting your breath"
The ordinary wrung his hands and
gazed in the frenZied face with un-