The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1907-05-12


| upon myseIfr'
II won't be party TO any further II
| regularity said Strachan, land it's
clear case for quarter sessions if evel
there was one That's my only point
| The man deserves it. of course"
Yet he retired into the justice room
and shut the door. but failed TO shu
out the rasping sound of DR. Sullivan
voice, exultantly doubling the sentenc
and crying to the ex-butcher to lay o
! the whip cord as he had never laid
| on before
Trust me- came the reply throug
| the open window. Look at my fore
| head. sir. I'll cut his bowels out 70
| that
Mr. Strachan sprang up and shut tn
| window with bang. He was strange
| ~ shaken. Many were the foggings
he had ordered or inspired and even
witnessed without a qualm. There
was something in this mans face that
had appealed to him and troubled him
from the first. AS he shut the window
there was something else in the white
sheen Of the doomed nude back over
yonder that made him feel instructive
ly there was the remnant of gentle
man. tied up for whipping like cur.
And this conviction made the Anglo
Indian, who was the remnant OF gen
tleman himself more uncomfortable
than be had felt for years.
He turned his back on the window
and sat down. listening against his
Will. in the very chair from which he
had delivered prearranged judgment.
He heard il once and WINGED and
tWitched his shoulders. as though the
stroke had fallen on them. He heard
ii again. He began mumbling the end
of new cheroot and listening to the
flies on the window pane, whose buZ-
zng had suddenly become very loud
But louder yet were those horrible
sounds outside and even more horrible
was the exuItant croak Of the old doc
tor at regular intervals between
sounds
Comb your lashes. my good man.
his raspine voice kept crying. Comb
those lashes, Comb those lashes!"
Strachan found himself counting
them. with that striking face still be
fore him and those desperate eyes
waiting upon his as they had waite
here while he was delivering his meal
mouthed address and looking at hin
as they had looked for one momen
when he was done. A white stare
incredulity. fash of reproach. anothe
Of contempt, and q back turned dis
painfully with a shrug That was al
but it had burned the magistrate q
the time 1t would burn him in th
retrospect ever after.
To stop counting he put his thumi
his ears. always with an eye o
he door. SO that none should surpris.
him in that position. but Comb thos
Iashesr' came to them still. and the
he began listening for another vote, |
and different cry. He listened fo1 |
these in positive terror. with the per |
spiration dripping from his nose ans I
his ears moaning like the sea beneatl I
both thumbs However. no voice reach /
ed them but that of the savage old doc
tor. crying not about the lashes up t
the end. Then came pause. Mr. /
Strachan made sure it was pause
dried his face. mt his thumbs in his
armho'ee erd fitted back his chair
His features were sufficiently com
posed when DR.. Sullivan strobe into
the room with a deeply dissatisfied all
"Well?'' drawled Mr. Strachan.
''Not soundr' growled the doctor
Not moan. But I'll break his spirit
yet! III break him or I'll know tn
reason WIZ And he ground whai
teeth he had ana wiped his wrinkled
forehead with the red silk handker-
chief
Bravo" cried Mr.. Strachan.
DR.. Sullivan looked up sharply, but
took this expression of enthusiasm TO
himself, as q tribute to that indomita
BILE and ferocious Will which was his
pride.
You know me. Strachan." said he.
''What l say | mean, and If you'd back
ed me UP just now and stopped out
side you'd know why 1 say it. Not
one solitary-groan. But I'll break
him yet. Upon my soul | believe
could have done it with this cane! The
fool Of a fellow didn't half lay on. He
said he'd give it him all the harder for
that nice thing ON his forehead, but it's
my opinion
The sergeant rushed into the room.
Hes gone. sir. He's gone"'
The doctor whipped a leather case
from his pocket and went out hurried
y. In five minutes he was back. His
colleague was sitting like yellow
ghost.
Gomez chuckled the doctor. "a
little faint. nothing more. and as stub
born as mule the moment / brought
aim to. But I'll break him yet,
Strachan; I'll break him yeti'
He had his full hundred?''
Every lash"
'His-his skim
Like tissue paper; drew at the
ourth. but not sound, not q syllable
Iii through"
And he's fit to go back to the
arm:"
Fit enough if / let him. the doc
or declared But l prefer to keep :.
linn where he is till tomorrow. Here
n the lookup he can do no mischief, :
nd they know how TO look after them ,
lere But what's the matter with you,
'trachan? You look used up. The
leat, eh:''
The climate altogether cried the
Their. rising. I'm sick Of this coun-
ry Sullivan India was a fool 10 III | 1