Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1919-04-25

now, and you miss your aunt and
uncle. Stick to it. You'll make
friends and get interested before long"
st want to go home" l declaf ed.
snow let's look at the compass he
suggested. You're lost for inmate,
and like all lost people you're heading
the wrong way. Don't be misled by
selfishness. Forget what you want to
dc end think of what we want you to
DO. We want you to make a man of
yourself. You must do it for the. sake
Of those dear people who have done
so much for you. The needle points
toward the schoolhouse yonder.'
He went on with his work, and as l
walked away | understood that the
needle he referred to was my con-
science.
1 went about my chores. There was
to be no more waveAg in my con-
duct. At the supper t@NkGIr. Hacket
kept US laughing Vi kon Npd jests
and stories. The IN JohnF having
been reproved for Epid eating, hurled
his spoon upon floor.
''Those in favdkaf his punishment
master.
1 remember thafawe had a divided
house on that important question.
The schoolnkter said: Michael
Henry wishes NO be forgiven on
promise of bettefconduct, but for the
\
ger"
This meant 49, for a painful mo-
ment across hiS ner's knee.
The promise w. given and our
merrymaking resu1he1 The district
attorney. whom ShaA met before,
cal e tSseegfssas erssupAer and asked
mora .ausstiSassAd assyisA me to talk
with Mpne aboht theSslsooting with
out his asent. Soon he went away,
and afteE 1Nady learned my lessons
LET us Ealk @ to the jail and
spend a fews@inut& with Amos"
We hurried to the Jail. The sheriff,
stout-built, stern-faced man, admit
ted US.
"Can we see the Grimshaw boy?"
Mr.. Racket inquired.
81 guess So" he answered as he
lazily rose from his chair and took
down a bunch of large keys which had
been hanging on the wall. "HiS ia
Their has just left"
He spoke In a low, solemn tone
which impressed me deeply as he put
lighted candle in the hand of the
schoOlmaster. He led US through a
door into a narrow corridor. He thrust
big key into the lock Of heavy iron
grating and threw it open and babe US
step in. We entered an ill-smelling
stone-foored room with a number Of
cells against it's rear wall. He locked
the door behind us. I saw face and
figure in the dim candle light, behind
the grated door of one Of these cells.
How lonely and detected and helpless
was the expression of that figure! The
sheriff went to the door and IN
locked it.
"Hello, Grimshaw," he said sternly.
"Step out here"
1t all went to my heart-the man
ners of the sheriff so like the cold iron
Of his keys and doors-the dim candle
light, the pale, frightened youth who
walked toward us. We shook his hand
and he said that he was CAD to see
US. 1 saw the scar under his left ear
and reaching out upon his cheek,
which my stone had made, and knew
that he bore the mark of Cain.
He asked if he could see me alone
and the sheriff shook his head and said
sternly:
Against the rules"
"Amos, I've boy o. my own an
feel for ye,". said the schoolmaster,
"Pm going to come here, now and
then, to cheer We up and bring We some
books to read. If there's any word
of advice can give ye-let me know.
Have We lawyer?"
There's one coming tomorrow"
"Don't say a word about the case,
boy, to anyone but your lawyer-mind
that"
We left him and went to our home
and beds, l to spend half the night
thinking of my discovery, since which,
for some reason, 1 had no doubt of
TIC guilt of Amos, but spoke not of
it to anyone and the secret worried
me.
Next morning on my way to school
q passed scene more strange and
memorable than any ip my long eX-
perience. I saw the shabby figure of
old Benjamin GrimShaw walking in
the side path. His hands were in his
pockets, his eyes bent upon the ground,
his lips moving as if he were in deep
thought. Rowing Kate, the ragged,
silent woman who, for the fortune Of
Amos, had drawn a gibbet, the shadow
of which was now upon him, walked
slowly behind the money lender point
ing at him with her bony foreinger.
Her stern eyes watched him as the cat