The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1916-01-06

"This Is So Sudden, Hugh. ! Hardly
Know My Own Mind"
ner, broker, with an order to use 1t
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 a 20-year SEN
tence for looting bank actually loot
ed by John Cole, its president await
ed in his cell, with well concealed i'm
patience, the coming of the prison
electrician to fix a globe. What if he
wouldn't come! What if he had told
the .wayden~ef their little, scheme!-
and the warden, not the electrician.
would visit his cell tonight? If he
was coming, he surely should be there
now. Why wasn't he? And OF a
million things might keep him, but
there wasn't one of them could in the
least do his prospects any good. He
was possessed of doubt and apprehen-
sion, and a vague, sinking fright that
he had ever decided on such a daring
plan. If it were balked-if they
caught him-he decided it would
mean an additional sentence. More
years of fruitless yearning, and an al
most unattainable perspective of "his
hearts desire;" but with this thought,
this possibility, of quick, certain
vengeance, his pulse quickened and a
termined-to-risk-all expression per
meated his every part, and he had
surcease of his cowardly fears Of p
moment before. He stopped suddenlI
in his nervous pacing, the sound OF
footsteps on, the uncompromising ce
ment floor adown the corridor caus
ing his heart to beat such inboundine
thumps as his highly sensitive imag
nation made him certain would be
heard in the adjacent cells. When they
arrived outside his door and the turn
key inserted his key, its grating II
the iron door aroused the cells occu
pant and he jumped up, shielding his
eyes in well-feigned fear, as he ap
preached the light.
Good evening, turnkey" and then
without looking at the other, 10
Electrician. Come to fix that globe?
Yeah"
The door swung wide and the elec
trician entered and swung his leathe
bag on the cot. The turnkey stoo'
l. outside for moment, then turned an
started to pace with slow, even step
outside the door.
The electrician opened his bag, an
with his right hand took out heav
roll OF green-wound wire. 1t entirel
hid his left hand (furthest from tn
cell door, which hand deftly lifte
something blue and shining an
slipped it under the mattress.
The job took but few minutes
the old wire was pieced, new glob
, screwed into the socket, and the ce
lit. With cheerless good-nigt
the two left, and Porter waited ii
their footsteps died away, his powe
, of inhalation seeming inadequate
, supply greedy lungs.
A Colt, three files and note! +
r read it, holding it in the palm of h
great hand, with his back to the ce
, door,
"Have tip. Cole gone to Los A
: geles. Name of Richard Walker"
, That was all. But, it was, to Il
man who read it, an epistle satisfyir
! and complete. Slowly his mout
e twisted itself into terrible smil
! threatening, hideous, his eyes stare