Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1921-09-10

broke him. I've seen the gray gather
NJ his temples, though he's only been
in prison four years. He was con.
demned TO eight, bur they've let him
free. l don't know why. Perhaps "a
was because of what he told the gov
eminent about the French navy. I've
seen the joy of life sob itself down TO
the sour earth When l took him the
news of his fathers death. and told
him the creditors were swallowing
what was left of Playmore. what do
you think he did?"
Ola Christopher Dogan smiled: his
eyes twinkled with mirth which had
more pain than gaiety.
God love you, l know what he did.
He flung ont his hands and said Let
1t 60! Its nothing to me. Michael.
have I said trueT'
Michael nodded.
almost his very words you've used.
and he flung out his hands, us you
said"
Ave. he'll be chaneed but they've
kept the clothes he had when he went
to prison and he'll come out I'm them,
I'm thinking
"Ah. no." interrupted Michael
THAT can't be, for his clothes was
stsle. Only q week ago he sent to me
for suit of my own. I wouldn't have
him wear my clothes-he gentle
man. Il wasn't fitting. So I sent him
a suit | bought from a shop. bur he
wouldn't have H. He would leave
prison poor man. MS peasant i'm
peasants clothes. So he wrote to me
Here Is the letter" He drew from his
pocket a sheet If paper and spread
1t out "See-read it, All. well, never
mind" be added, as Old Christopher
shook his head "Never mind III
read IL to you Thereupou he read
the note. and added: "Wem see him
OF the Calhouus riSin' high heyaut
poverty and misfortune some day"
old Christopher nodded.
I'm glad Miles Calhoun was buried
on the hilltop above Playmorc. lie
had his day; he lived his life. Things
went wrong with him. and he paid the
price we ala must pay for work l-
done"
There you're right, Christopher
Dogau, ana | remember the day the
downfall began. 1t was when him
that's now Lord MaIlow, governor Of
jamaica, came to summon Calhoun TO
Dublin Things were never the same
after that; but l we'll remember one
talk had with Miles Calhoun just be-
fore his death: Michael he said to
me, my family have had many ups
and downs, and some that bear my
name have been in prison before this
but never for KILLING a man out OF
fair fight One Of your name may
be in prison. sir said /, but not for
killing q man out Of tair fight III
You believe he did. there's no death
bad enough for your He was silent
for a while: then Mt last he whispered
MIR Dycks name, and said 10 me:
Tell him that as "a Calhoun / love
him, and as his father I love him ten
times more. For, look you. Michael
though we never ran together but
Quarrcled and took our own paths yet
We are both Calhouns, and my heart
is warm TO him II my son were
thousand times n criminal noyerthe-
less I would ache to take him by the
hand"
flush Look at the prison gate"
said his companion and stood UP
AS the gates Of the prison opened
the sun broke through the clouds and
gave q brilliant phase 10 the scene
out Of tie gates there came slowly
yet firmly, dressed in peasant clothes,
the stalwart but faded figure Of Dyck
Calhoun
Terribly changed he was He had
entered prison with ne flush upon his
cheek, the me of young manhood IN
his eyes, with hair black and hands
slender. and handsome. There was
no look of youth i'm his face now It
from which the dew OF youth hud van
ished. iui0 which Iifes storms had
come and gone Though the body was
held erect, yct the head was thrust
slightly forward. mad tho heavy eve
broWs were like a penthouse Thr
eyes were slightly feyor-h, and ROUND
The mouth there cr ut smile haf-
cynical. bat little Happy an fresh
moss was gone from his lHHdg One