The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-08-30
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empty tin and a bundle of old letters
rested on a rickety chair, and a piece
of sacking was thrust through two
broken panes in the small window OPP
posite.
mot much there, eh'' laughed the
policeman
mot much. indeed. The floor is all
covered with dirt, and if it were. not for
the bed, one would imagine that the
house was entirely deserted. Are you
sure Mrs. Arson is dead?"
oh, quite sure. Hers was rather a
hard case. some one told me. 1 re-
member now; ii was the undertaken.
He lives near here"
And the boy? Has he gone away?'
Il don't know. I haven't seen him
lately"
Each of these men had read all the
reports concerning Philip and his dia-
monds. Large numbers of tiny, white
pebbles We're lying on the floor beneath
their eyes, but the window was not
clean. and the light was far from good.
as the sky was clouded. Yet they were
visible enough. The clerk noticed them
at once, but neither he nor the po-
liceman paid more heed to the treas
ures almost at their feet than was
given by generations of men to the
outcrop of the main reef at Johannes
burg. At last they turned away The
clerk gave the policeman cigar with
the remark:
IT will lust ask the undertaken to
give me letter stating the facts about
Mrs. Anson's death. | suppose the boy
Is in the workhouseY'
"Who knoWsi 1t often beats me to
tell what becomes of the kids who are
left alone in London. Poor. little dew
lis. they mostly go to the bad. There
should be some means of looking after
them. I think"
Thus did Philip, bravely sustaining
his heart in the solitude of a prison,
escape the greatest danger that threat
ened the preservation of his secret, and
all because a scheming woman was too
clever to tell her solicitors the exact
reason for her anxiety concerning the
whereabouts of Mrs. Arson and her
son.
The boy passed a dolorous Saturday
night and Sunday. Nevertheless, the
order, the cleanliness, the comparative
comfort of a prison, were not wholly
ungrateful TO him His meals, though
crude, were wholesome. luxurious. even,
compared with the priVations he had
endured during the previous fortnight.
The enforced rest, too. did him good,
and being under remand, he had moth
ing to do but eat, take exercise, read a
few books provided for him, and sleep.
With Monday came a remarkable
change in his fare. A pint of first
rate cocoa and some excellent bread
and butter for breakfast evoked no
comment on his part, but a dinner of
roast beef, potatoes, cabbage and rice
pudding was so extremely unlike prison
diet that he questioned the turnkey.
It's all right. kid" came the brief
answer It's paid for Eat while you
can, and ask no questions"
But"
The door slammed, and at the next
meal Philip received in silence cup of
tea and nice tea cake. This went on
during three days. The good food and
rest had already worked a marvellous
change in his appearance. He entered
the prison looking like a starved dog.
When he rose on the Thursday morning
and washed himself. no one would have
recognized him as the same boy were
IL not for his clothes.
After dinner he was tidying his cell
and replacing the plates and the rest of
a tin tray. when the door was suddenly
flung open and a warder cried:
Come along. Morland. You're want
ed at the court"
AT the courtr' he could not help
saying. THIS is only Thursday"
what a boy you are for arguing.
Pick up your hat and come. Your car
riage waits, my lord. | hope you will
like your quarters as well when you
come back. A pretty stir you have
made in the papers the last five days. -
Philip glanced at the man, who
seemed 10 be in a good humor.
Il will not come back he said, quiz
city, but / wish you would tell me
who supplied me with food while have
been here"