New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1911-01-08

. us. Think of II, timothy to cool
u.s. OATS that to think Of killing our thirst WITH
the brine Of birthstone and tuSc spirit not as Flrol II
set us to killing Of one another
THE hills were shmmcrng hadcS. In the groggereS
we sang, fought and blasphemcd like demons damned
All the land Law burned dust and ashes. 1t was IKE
Gehenna moved this side OF the moon; maybe blast
Of flame was sent to Scorch us, for SOdOm was Sunday
school to that pest hole Of a mining camp. Ill vow that
all the spawned cndS of the pit ockcd to Ormuz camp
and entered into us Yes, the heat Terrible Dut we
were more terrible tell Won! That was the cursed sum
mcr mate o mine when | lost my black temper ana
nv liberty; but by all that's white and holy III tne
world. it was also the summer when lost my heart
So spakc the tall, ten years convict owen 1riI'o'
Wclslman born, to his prison friend timothy hart d
meek faced gray, silent little Orcgonin VINO ad pcel
sent TO this sprawng and sullcn pcnltcnary Tor SNUG
Cling Chinese coolies the Canadian ironter lIo
The Northern States. The middle aged Owen ana the
older Timothy had found and formed bond between
them bond that kept them close and saved them rom
the raw brutality of other prisoners In the yaruS, III
the mills the road, they were always loS'I'lc;
Now whatsoever the guards Strolcd altar they paused
and spoke. To the passionate outburSt oil MS coIade'
little STOPPING Timothy replied;
"You'vc told me before OF how you knocked the foam
ing bullying brute on the head, Owen, and well ne
deserved il oo!-but I'm than sure you We never
told me of how YOU lost your heart .
NO" said Owen slowly, nor would be stripping II
bare to YOU now, had you not spoken this morning OF
your feelings for the lass you once loved. 30 II not
mind sharing the glad memory Of mine with you-tor
mine call her, though she wasn't mine. You are the
first ever to have heard it, Timothy, you and the walls
Of my cell and the straw pillow Of my cot
THE rugged Welshman paused benign and mellow
L light in his blue eyes; but this passed and there
rose to his lips the poignant and familiar cry that Tim
o,hv had heard him utter thousand times:
Had but stuck to honest beer honest as they
brew it in these States, though most OF this chemists
draft isn't fit be set beside the beer my good father
fermented out of sweet hops and mellow malt and barley
pure as pearl! Back in Wales it was, where harplng,
singing and things OF the heart are kept alr ana green
But oh that poisonous whisky and biscrlng GIN they
sold us there at Ornuz mine,l began to pickle my
throat with the thornv stuff. II made bitter and
Numbering monster out OF me. 80 when that Doatcd
and cprouS swine OF a foreman struck me ana O1ghcd
the name Of my saintcd mother before them all, |
swelled with fury and then and there dashed IN ms
skull"
And good work it was. Owen" said Timothy nod
ding his gray cropped head. They ought to nave gwen
YOU a reward for Kidding the earth OF HIM.
Ten wears they gave me breaking stone on these
highways and weaving bags like a woman, said the
Wclshman; but had | been caught by them that
chased me I'd not have had an hour SHIFT. 1t was a
wild chase that harrving Of me ENJOY thinking oi It
now and enjoy telling OF it, When alcrs sank To the
floor felt ice at my heart and the swelling blood AMI
liquor left my brain. | walked to my cabin, passed a
pistol into my pocket and chunk OF bread and made
for the guChcS. Soon | heard them blundcnng and
roaring after me- the Sheriff. blackguard hrclng of
the company hc!and posse of al the scum and riff
raft Of the camp hangcrs-on OF JallcrS Wolves o tel
lows were these with red slaughter in their hearts and
woe and cruelty for the sheer love OF it. knew they
were licking their lips at thought OF the funeral feast I'd
furnish them and the hangman, dance I'll do for their
pleasure under a right limbcd tree, swinging like u
lcadcn plummct.
"Thcv saw me Logging it on the naked ridge Of the
hills. | heard them howl. Then went sashing into
the black pine woods and doubled on them like fox
along the beds Of the tearing streams Once Ind me
under low waterfall standing mp 10 my neck and grim
ming at them behind the OF good green water.
Then on the top OF a santing bluff OF rock climbed
big pine to spy the course they were taking. On
the tree was eagles nest with three Young blrd5.
They squawkcd At me- and though was loath to kill