Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-07-29

vaguely. indefinitely felt he should
have been. and he felt cunning, per.
verse joy in that thought that II
the thought got in. in a moment when
his assurance left his mind unguard-
ed, why he would not be entirely re-
sponsible. would he? His fearfully
shrinking, yet none the less certain
desire that the thought possess him
without his consent, of course) made
his power to avoid it seem to him un-
reasonably strong; and this same
sense of strength was, in turn, suf-
ficient excuse for his disregarding the
ever recurrent, warily persistent sup
plicant He found it there, suddenly,
and of his strength of moment be-
fore there remained not a trace. He
felt, however, none of that absolution
he had been so sure of, should the
thought possess him while he was "off
guard" Indeed, now that it was there,
he knew. with an awful loathing of
himself, that he had made that low
palliation merely in order that he
might entertain by subterfuge those
ideas he was not brave enough to ac-
cept full knowingly. Well, there they
were, and their first act directed his
hands to his check book. where he
drew, on the account Walker had
left with him. a check for $4,000.
This he sent around to George Sum-
ner, broker, with an order to use II
as margin, and purchase for his ac-
count 500 shares OF A. & M. at par.
Then he sent a note to Edith Hill
ton, begging that he be allowed to see
her that night, and giving forth a
promise born OF the momentary en-
thusiasm of his plunge. that he would
shortly be in a position to make his
plea on his own appeal, with the dis
qualifying entity of poverty entirely
eliminated.
Don Porter, serving 9 20-year sen.
tence for looting a bank actually
looted by John Cole, its president.
awaited in his cell, with we'll con-
cealed impatience, the coming of the
prison electrician to FIX his globe.
What IL he wouldn't come! What If
he had told the Warden of their lit
tie scheme.-and the Warden, not
the electrician, would visit his cell
tonight? If he was coming, he sure
ly should be there now. Why wasn't
he? Any one OF a million things
might keep him. but there wasn't one
of them could in the least do his pros
poets any good. He was possessed of
doubt and apprehension. and a vague,
cided on such q daring plan. If It
were baIked-if they caught him-he
decided 1t would mean an additional
sentence. More years of fruitless
yearning. and an almost unattainable
perspective of his hearts desire; but
with this thought. this possibility, of
quick, certain vengeance, his pulse
quickened and a determined-to-risk-
all expression permeated his every
part, and he had surcease of his
cowardly fears of a moment before.
He stopped suddenly in his nervous
pacing, the sound of footsteps on the
incorporating cement floor adown
the corridor causing his heart to beat
such inbounding thumps as his highly
sensitive Imagination made him GER
tain would be heard in the adjacent
cells. The footsteps died out, how
ever in the reverberating slam OF a
heavy iron door. Another one," he
thought bitterly for a moment. and
then his own bitter disappointment,
overcoming his disinterested Bympa-
thy. he growled with the vicious an
ger of the law beast his prison life
had made him. Again footsteps-and
again his sudden stop, poised un-
Willingly on his toes The steps
came nearer. and he. could distin-
Bulsh more than two feet. The turn
key with him. Of course" he thought,
and realized how distracted his mind
was that he had thought OF more than
two feet with apprehension. Nearer
and nearer they came. their steps, TO
his distorted imagination, echoing in
unreasonable disproportion. He went
quickly to his couch. and laid there.
his arms flung carelessly over his
head, his inert body indisputibly
asleep. When they arrived outside
his door, and the turnkey inserted his
key, its grating in the aron door
aroused the cells occupant, and he
jumped up, shielding his eyes in we'll
feigned fear, as he approached the
| light.
Good evening, turnkey" and then.
without looking at the other, " Io,
'lectrician. Come to. fix that globe7"
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