New Ulm review., 1921-03-02
"A Corni.hn,an
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BY MURIEL BLAIR
g, 1921. Western newspaper Union.5

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fringed the road stopped, Strengthened
himself, and passed the sleeve of his
ragged coat over his eyes to wipe
away the sweat that blinded him.
Not fifty yards ahead he2.saw the red
blaze OF "a sfnithy fire. Beside it the
black silhouette Of q huge old man
bent over the anvil, the fail like arms
threshing upon a5red-hot4 shoe. ,a
The hunted man acrept forward.
Though the warm February night
gave promise of a Florida spring,
though he dripped sweat, the man
stretched out his hands toward the
blaze as though to warm them.
At At that momeint there sounded, very
musical and very far away, the bay
of a hound. The man slouched to-
ward the smithy and peered in atethes
door. Ii
Can You give stranger a shake
down, mister?" he called to the smith.
Come in, friend answered the
smith, not looking up. ''Sit down be-
side the fire and rest you a SPELL
You be from Tampa, friend?" in
.quired the smith, pausing in his work
and looking up fol-. the first time,
Something about the mans appear.
ance arrested his attention and he
surveyed him again with /. a casual
glance which, nevertheless took in all
details.
ITS a goodish walk from Tampa
he continued, without waiting for the
other to reply. Nigh upon five and
/ twenty miles 1t must be-
You are q Cornishman!" exclaimed
the other, rising from the stool which
he had occupied. II was born in Bod
min. haven't heard the speech In
seven years. I-'' IS
The hounds note sounded again, far
over the marshes, and another hound
took up the call, and another.
You're from the convict camp, I
reckon said the smith quietly, as
he began to hammer again. "When
did you get away?" c
Give nights ago." the stranger
cried, advancing into the glow of the
fire. The smith could see the hide
Gus stripes plainly now, the shaved
head, and the hands blistered with
resin. you'll help me?'' pleaded the:
stranger, Tell them Imsyour. help and
give me- some bread and put an old
suit about me. I wouldn't have asked
you if you hadn't been, a Cornish
man. I'd have took what I wanted.
Look!''
He showed him the sharp knife and
then replaced it in his coat, running
it between the, lining and the cloth. s5|
Friend" said the smith, laying his
hammer down and approa ching the !,
iother man, you've time to answer q
question Or two before I answer you.'
What was your crime, friend?' the !
smith continued.
"Murder!' the other shouted. a 81
killed a man, the lowest and meanest
vermin that ever crawled''
The smith stood facing the convict:
quietly, but the kindness in his eyes
had given place to loathing. s.=ss II 4
'Ill give no help to a murderer ~
he cried. "Whoso sheds mans blood, !
by man his blood shall be She'd That's
in the Good Book. Be you gone, for
you'll get no help from me- a.fss,s
You'll hear me first,' the fugitive
pleaded IF ever murder could be ).
justified, this was Wait, now! I'll
tell you everything there's time to tell
and then I'll go, ii You won't help
me-" He went on rapidly, disregard
ing the old mans threatening ges-
lures. IT was raised in Bodmin and
came to this country eight years ago
to marry my girl, the girl. who was
pledged to me. She'd come here first
as Iady's maid. There was another
Bodmin man. told him OF Nfilly be-
fore he set sail to work ii the mines, ]
"The mines, you say!" shouted the
smith, staring into the others face
what mines?'
"The phosphate mines at Hicks
Crossing. He came here I'd sent
Millyy a message by him, the black
hearted hound I heard no more Of
them, but when I reached the. town /
found them both. They had been mar
ried four months. They had "a cabin
IL GAC ACAuS. 1 lucC llcI dL Tile QOOr.
Her: eye was blackened and her arm
bruised. He'd done that the night
before. I found him in the mines and
put my knife through his heart"
Whose hearth screamed the smith,
trembling violently. What was his
name? Whose hearth
Hinman's. tell you ." ..,,.
Il, The old mans hand fell heavily
upon the shoulder of the convict and
in ibis eyes was. strange look OF
peace. 81.
There's an old suit. behind that
curtain, friend" he said in an ex-
pressionless voice. "Put it on; then
sit by the fire. After a while I'll
have a bite for you. Haste YOU.
Hark!" ,.s... /. II 5
The hounds were giving tongue
along the road.
tBut-but stammered the con-
Wet, "you knew Hinman?' ~ III
He married my GIRL answered the
eM man quietly.
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