The Washington times., 1909-06-11

to win her? Would the Arlington fam
ily's wishes prevail2
Daring became uneasy and impatient
There must be some news for him. How
could he get his letters?
Suddenly a guard passed his cell,
Pnil leaned against the bars and asked
II there was any mail for him.
Yes was the terse reply.
May I have it2''
when the captain gives me orders
to deliver it you'll set it," answered
the man, passing on.
Daring dropped back on his bunk.
The old song, Sweet Land of Lib
erty," popped into his mind. Yes,
there was plenty Of liberty to be had
in America-but outside-an outside.
Then he tossed through a miserable
night anu was awakened early by the
bell that commanded him to jump up,
dress and scrub out his cell.
Having finished the morning rou-
tine, Phil fell in line for breakfast.
he noted the looks his fellow prison
ers gave him He was In disgrace,
even among them, and they seemed
to be afraid of him.
Breakfast over, Phil returned TO his
bench in the shoeshOp, from which he
had been bsent- for several days.
Looking up once he caught sight
OF the guard walking in the cage
ecross the nall The man was aiming
his gun at Phil, and the moment the
prisoner looked up he dropped the
weapon and continued marching.
It came over Daring all of sud
den that the guard was practicing an
aim in his direction, so II occasion
should arise ne would know right
where to find the man in red stripes.
Daring thought again OF the color
that would single him out from 81 hun
dred gray-and- black convicts. II
would be an easy shot he sickened
at the idea and worked harder, mis-
eyes on the floor.
1t was duh routine for two days.
Phil prayed every night that the cap
tain would soon allow him to receive
: he lat ha1
him. But he heard nothing more of
them.
On the next night. however. when Phil
returned TO his cell. he found the lower
bunk occupied The convict in II lay
huddled close TO the wall, and No. 1881
could not make out who IL was from
the view he had.
How he hoped that it was not Brad
shaw!
Phu had heard nothing about Trusty
No. III in the three days that had
passed. From that he argued good and
began slowly to believe that the fellow
had passed the danger mark and would
soon recover from the blow he had re-
ceived.
Phil lay on his bunk, staring down
the passageway in the hope that a
guard would soon come with his mail.
As he lay thus. he suddenly noticed a
face at the bars OF the cell directly OPP
posite. The convict was looking at him
and trying TO say something in Zip
language"
EIlll dropped ms eSeS an0 fDilcu DaCk
out OF sight quickly. He did not wish
10 get into further trouble. and this lit
tie convict seemed to be trying TO plan
something. Daring felt that the fellow
was plotting wiz two or three others
TO escape rom prison. He surely did
not care to be mixed up in that.
For several mornings this same con
vict had passed him il going for their
scrub pals and had tried TO tell him
something, but Phil paid no attention
TO him.
Several times Phil rolled to the edge
of his bunk and locked down. trying
to find out who his cellmate was, but
70 no avail. Each time he did so he saw
the little prisoner opposite gazing at
him earnestly.
IN the morning Phil, forgetting that
there was a man in the bunk below,
jumped GOWN and began putting on his
shoes.
A stir behind caused him TO turn
abruptly.
Then he remembered that there was
another In his cell
He watched as the mans head
emerged from the blanket. It was
Bradshaw. as he hao feared