The evening world., 1912-09-11

desperate eyes: his hair.
despite tho scissors of the
prison barber. curied in little rings
about his temples and ears.
Not an Englishman-one could tell
that by his gestures. his quick turn OF
eye and hand. and by the olive COM
piexion shaded by the pallor OF prison
life. He came on. BIT by BIT. giancins
now and then over his shoulder In the
direction OF Princetown. lying far OFT
there In the haze and simmer OF tho
| acting sun, and every time he looked
back ne set his teeth together with
more desperate resolution and went on
his way moro doggediy.
In the hut Lindsay's heavy slumbeus
turned TO troubled dreams. The exhaus-
ton was wearing itself out. and the
| brain was beginning TO reassert itself.
| He dreamed that he was running. On.
something that tracked him down. He
was not sure what Il was that pureucd
him-dogs, men. wild boasts. demons.
But something was In pursuit. ana he
must fly. lie sped, forward with tho
speed OF deadly fear. but already no
could hear tho hot breath and hear the
paintings and growlings and screenings
OF the things behind. He stirred. moan
ing In his sleep. and tossed about rest
lessly.
At that moment the convict came
toiling up the hillside TO the ruined
hut. lie had seen II from afar off and
had made for Il with tho intention OF
resting In II for while ere no won't
onward. In his mind. too. there was
some faint hope that he might there
find something that would further his
escape-old garments cast away by tho
shepherds. q piece Of sackins. anything
that would hide or replace the damninE
broad arrow.
II only no could get away 70 . haunt
Of his own in Plymouth--a place that
he knew Of and could depend on-An
might 20 we'll. but how was he TO set
there In that hateful dreas7 All day.
since he had managed TO slip away from
the guards notice, he had run along by
the widest ways he could find. and -
far he had been successful.
But now he was In sore need of rest
The windings In and out by the Black
brook and the Swfncombe. the scram-
biings over rough places on the tors.
the struggling through Fox Tor MN. the
continual advance In the burning sun
light OF . midsummer day had tired
him out.
As he came to the hut he looked
around. searching tho landscape with
desperate eyes. As far as the eye could
reach there was nothing IN the way OF
human life to be seen In all that vide
expanse OF waste and moor. II was
desert swept by the fading sunlight
The convict stole up to the unshut-
! tered window place Of the hut and drew
his eyes to a level with It by sraspinE
tho rough Intel with his fingers. For .
moment he gazed within: then he
| dropped back and stood meditating with
N0h In n e. "A
nerceness in his heart. He had sssn
something that gave him new hopA
The picture which had presented itself
TO him IN tho partial gloom OF ths
ruined hut was one that would have
made no impression on the mind of any
other man.
lie had seen a man lying asleep on
rough couch OF furxe and bracksn-a
man who was evidently a fugitive or
tramp so unkempt and travel stained
was his clothing. He lay with his
back to the window. ana now and then
he moved and groaned in his sleep
Rut the convict had not seen his face;
his eyes regarded nothing but tho
| clothes.
To the convict. these clothes. poor
and worn as they were. meant every
thing-freedom. liberty. life itself
However ragged they might be. they
were not stamped with the hateful
badge OF penal servitude. In them a
man might pass other men unchal-
lenged; in the garb OF shame which he
wore that was impossible.
He must have those clothes
lie climbed up TO the window again.
and again looked In on the sleeper.
Lindsay's sleep had changed again
from the restlessness Of dreams to the
/ -, ~. II.
stiii that he might have been dead.
The convict hesitated no longer.
He stepped down from tho window and
looked around him with fierce. rosolute
eyes. A little distance away lay q
stout piece OF wood that had once
formed tho Intel of doorway. The
convict went over sn6 picked II up