The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1907-05-19


the yellow stubble which had latel
hidden the hollow cheeks and softene
the haggard jaw. and it was an oil
mans face that saw itself with sunkel
eyes in the BARRIERS glass.
Next they took away his farm labor
er's clothes. which were not branded
and put him In Parramatta frock an,
trousers, which were. And now the.
clasped around his body green hid
belt, from which depended in front /;
heavy chain that became two heay.
chains at about the level Of the knees
and the two chains ended in still heav
Ter rings around either ankle. and The
whole made capital Y upside down
In this harness it was impossible tc
walk, though with practice you NIGH
waddle. and it was never struck off fol-
a single Instant on any pretext whatso
| ever
They now presented him with q
| spoon all to himself. His knife and
FORK, his pannikin and his mess kid be
was to share with five other felons.
Lastly they showed him his eighteen
inches, where he passed the intoIerable
| night in wondering why he had not
| given himself up as the Italians IN
| derstudy and in wondering even more
| why he still would not 90 so if it were
| all to come over again. for he knew he
would not. Indeed, one OF the most
| dreadful features of this present phase
was the tenacity with which the poor
wretch found himself clinging to life
in each emergency despite all his cool
er longings for the end. He ionged
for hat
now that death must come TO him.
he might sink to murder; to self muir
der he could never stoop.
Or SO he thought at the beginning of
this term OF broiling days and fetid
nights, with foul company and heavy
irons common to both. Meanwhile
such feelings as were left him were
still tolerably keen, and it was a real
thrill that toward the end of the first
week he woke up at his work to hear
the others hooting and turned round to
see Nat Sullivan once Lore riding
down the line.
The thrill became a SILVER. The blue
eyes We're fixed on Tom, the great lip
was thrust out at him, and before Tom
the rider reined up.
You Villain said ~. Nat. with in
expressihle malignancy al voice and
look. You villain--Ive FOUND you
outw
A line OF red eva. niinaAA ans wa
tered In the sun, then fell with glim-
mer of interest from the scowling
horseman to the prisoner accosted
Tom had already piqued such atten-
finn n his mir in,
the habit of bestowing upon any fell /
low creature, for few there were who |
Joined that morose and fierce crew |
with the stamp of such moroseness |
and ferocity already on them. Those |
few were Grabbed old hands, but here |
was raw youth, and yet in three long |
days they had not heard his voice.
Nor did they now. Tom moistened his
palms and took a new grip of his pick,
but that was not all. He was seen to
tremble, and he nearly pinned his own
foot to the ground. What was it he
lad done and been found out in, this
cub whose teeth were always showing
put whose voice was never heard?
A perspiring sentry strolled up, his
once red swallowtaiI coat hanging
open upon his naked chest and his
white trousers sticking to his legs. He
vas the only one whose curiosity went
he length of word.
whats he been doing off" said the
sentry, wetting his hand on his chest
o cool his musket stock. We've only
ad i'm ere these three days.
you won't have him many more"
aid Sullivan. 1.-The hangman will
ave him.
"Yes?"
Eyes. Look at him trembling"
'T see"
"IIeil tremble in the air before
ong"
Tom bent over his pick There was
nore hooting here but whether at
imself or at his enemy Tom neither
new nor cared. He wished to appear
cry busy and regardless. He was
eally intent upon Mats shadow under
is pick, wondering whether he could
ossibly spring so far forward in his
hains and get such swing as to bury
he pick in the substance instead. But {
ais was never known. When the s
ooting subsidized, the noise of light b
heels approaching took it's place. and I
at Sullivan turned round in his sad 7
e. s
The military man who debased him
If by the charge of this iron gang I
as a major of gunners, too fat for s
,rvice and too equity to sustain his o
stended body on his legs. He there s
re superintendent operations from II
18th chair. in which a bluejacketed
essman had to trail him about the b
orks. Major Honeybone had recog- IL
zed Nat and had ordered the mess t.
an to hurry to the spot, but not to s.
en- in q hurry. The major was him. II
If a sufficiently hard and cantanker- a
s man, but some sense of justice he p
d, and he considered Castle Sullivan lie
e of the angriest plague spots in a a
lgue spotted land The present oc- 81
sion filled him, therefore, with the IL
eatest glee. He had long desired an Ct
portunity of giving one or other of 81
2 Sullivans piece of his mind. and W
re was young Sullivan trespassing L
the works IN
Go slower" said the major, making "
his mind what to say and not to say Jo