Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-01-08

M our bones run like butter in our boots.
@ Then to the of the heat we
w added the curse of the drlnk-to cool
u.s. Think of it, Timothy-to cool
isl OATS that we were think of killing thirst with
the brine of birthstone and fusel spirit hot as vltro IL
set to killing of one another.
1.-The hills were shimmering hades In the groggenes
We sang fought, and basphemed like demons damned.
ALI the land lay burned to dust and ashes 1t was ike
lehenna moved this side of the moon; maybe blast
Of flame sent to scorch u.s. tor Sodom was sunday
school to that pest hole of mining camp. III vow that
all the spawned ends of the pit ocked to Ormuz camp
and entered into Yes the heat was terrible; but we
we're terrible tell you'll That was the cursed sum-
mer mate O mine, when lost my black temper and
my liberty; but, by all that's white and holy in the
world, it was also the summer when lost my heart!
So spake the TALL ten years convict Owen GrlfhthS
Welshman born to his prison friend Timothy Hart,
meek faced gray silent little Oregonian who had been
sent to this sprawlng and suen penentiary for SNUG
Cling Chinese coolies the Canadian frontier into
The Northern States. The middle aged Owen and the
older Timothy had found and formed a bond between
the brutality of other prisoners In the YARDS IN
The mills, on the road they were always together;
Now whatsoever the guards stroed affair." they paused
and spoke To the passionate outburs OF his comraoe
title, STOPPING Timothy replied:
You've told me before of how you knocked the foam
ng. bullying brute on the head; Overland well ne
deserved it too!-but I'm more than sure you've never
told me of how you lost your heart :.
NO." said Owen slowly, NOR would be stripping it
to you now, had you not spoken this morning OF
your feelings for the lass you loved So Ill not
mind sharing the glad memory of mine with you-tor
mine call her, though she wasn't mine. You the
drst 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
light in his blue eyes; but this passed. and there
to his lips the poignant and familiar cry that I'M
othy 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 rather
sermented of sweet hops and mellow malt and barley
pure as pearl! Back in Wales it was, where harping,
singing and things of the heart kept fair and green
But oh that poisonous whisky and bister1ng gin they
sold us there at Ormuz mines began to pickle my
throat with the thorny stuff. 1t made bitter and
maunderng monster out of me. So when that boated
and eprous swine of foreman struck me and blghted
the name of my sainted mother before them all,
swelled with fury and then and there Dashed IN his
skull"
"And good work it was. Owen" said Timothy, nod
ding his gray cropped head They ought to have given
you reward for Kidding the earth of him.
"Ten years they gave me breaking stone on these
highways and weaving bags like woman, said the
Welshman; but had Been caught by them that
chased me I'd not have had an hours shift: 1t was
Wild chase, that marrying of me- enjoy thinking of it
DOW, and enjoy telling of it. When Jallers sank to the
door felt ice at my heart and the swelling blood and
liquor left my brain. walked to my cabin, passed
pistol into my pocket and chunk of bread, and made
for the gulches. Soon l heard them laundering and
roaring after me- the Sheriff "a BLACKBOARD hreling of
the company he!-and posse of all the scum and riff
raft of the camp hangers-on of Jalers Wolves of fel
lows these with red slaughter in their hearts and
and cruelty for the sheer love of it. knew they
licking their lips at thought of the funeral feast I'd
furnish them and the hangman dance I'd do for their
pleasure under right hmbed tree, swinging like
ieaden plummet.
"They saw me logging it the naked ridges of the
mills. heard them howl. Then went slashing into
the black pine woods and doubled on them like fox
along the beds of the tearing streams Once hid
under low waterfall standing up to my neck and grin
ming at them behind the screen of good green water
"Then the top of slanting bluff of rock climbed
big pine to spy the course they were taking: On
the tree eagles nest with three yorng birds.