The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1915-12-23
now it's cleared up, daresay he'll be

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ought to have been here an hour ago.
l only hope nothing has happened to
the poor old fellow"
Mike dropped on hands and knees
behind the angle of the wall as the
| door opened, and the woman stood on
the threshold looking out down the
empty snowclad valley.
Somehow the pathos Of the bare lit
| tie Christmas tree and the anxious
| family appealed to his hardened old
| soul, and when the door closed again
| he rose to his feet, and instead OF fol-
lowing out his first intention and en-
tering the house to demand food and
clothes, climbed the wall again and
made off down the valley.
IF Williams coming this way,
there'll be road of Sorts he said
to himself.
And sure enough there was.
Though covered deep in snow, he
found that there was path down
the valley, which he had little doubt
would lead eventually to the main
TOdu W lOWu.
He had gone another mile when
dark patch in the snow straight ahead
attracted his attention, and he caught
his breath sharply as he stopped be-
side 1t.
For it was a man lying fiat on his
face, and, judging by the snow which
almost covered his body, he had been
there in the same position for some
time. Beside him lay a halfflled
sack, also covered with snow.
Mike gave a sharp glance around.
The moonlight horizon was still
DIre. He stopped and turned the man
| over.
Dead" he muttered. Dead and
cold!" as he laid his hand against the
| chill cheek.
For a moment he stood staring at
| the dead mans face, which was that
| of little old man, wizened and beard
ed, and very much OF Mikes own type
and build.
Then, like a flash, it came to the
| convict that here at last was his
chance, and thrill shot through his
| weary frame.
He'll not need thin buds any
MORE" he muttered, and, dropping on
his knees in the snow, began with
trembling fingers to strip the dead
man of his clothes.
They were worn and old, but to
| Mike as precious as broadcloth, for
| once he was rid of his convict garb
he had multiplied his chances of es-
| cape hundredfold.
| The gruesome task was soon COM
| pleted, and the luckless stranger al
most covered with snow. Then, reck-
less of the bitter frost, Mike stripped
off his own slops. and in less than
five minutes stood up to all outward
appearances an elderly, harmlesslook-
ing laborer.
Not till he had completed the whole
| change of costume down to boots
and hat, and had buried his broad ar
lows deep in a neighboring drift, did
Mike bethink himself Of the sack.
He snatched 1t up eagerly, hoping
it might contain food. His last meal
| had been eight ounces Of prison bread
and a pint of cocoa, and that nearly
| twelve hours ago. He was desperate.
ly hunger.
The mouth of the sack was tied
with a string. Mikes fingers were
so numb that he could not unite the
knot But there was a knife in the
pocket of his stolen suit, and he quick
ly cut the cord, and turned the con-
tents of the sack out upon the snow.
A small drum, bag of lead sol
diers, a cheap doll, box of wax
tapers, and one Of crackers, and
couple of packets of sweets. Not an
article of the lot which had cost %
five dollars.
Mike stood and stared a. them. The
box of soldiers had fallen open. He
stopped anf picked up the little paint
ed figures, and replaced them care
fully
so twas poor ould Sanity Claus"
he muttered. And the children will
be waiting on him. Twas hard luck
intoirely."
Again he bent down and quickly
bundled everything back into the sack.
He laid this by the dead body, and
turning on his heel, walked rapidly
away.
The last fragment of cloud had
blown away over the southern hills
and the moon made the snow-clad
moor almost light as day. But the
crust was now hard enough to bear
the convict's weight and he Travelled
quickly across the frozen surface, cast
ing sharp chances to right and left as
he went. He was going down hill.
now, and the 'arther he went the
thinner grew the depth of snow. and
the palmer WIS the path. He felt
sure that he was nearing the main
road to Ashampton. He could not be
more than four of five miles from the
town now, and with his knowledge OF
railway matters 1t would be easy
enough to stow away in truck, and
lying under tarpaulin be carried
scores of miles away from the hated
prison. Besides there was money
in his trousers pockets Only 1T
tie. but plenty to buy food and drink.
clsv pipe. and plug OF tobacco.
Mikes mouth watered as he thought
OF square meal.
He tried to keep his thoughts on