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

broke him. I've seen the gray gather
at his temples, though he's only been
in prison four years. He was con
demned to eight, but they've let him
free. l don't know why. PERHAPS 1t
was because of what he told the GOV
eminent about the French navy. I've
seen the joy Of life sob itself down 10
the sour earth. When | 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 mjrth which had
more pain than gaiety.
God love you, know what he did.
He flung out his hands and said. Let
it 60! It's nothing to me- Michael.
have | said trueT'
Michael nodded.
Almost his very words you've used.
and he flung out his hands, MS YOU
said"
AYE, he'll he changed; but they've
kept the clothes he had when he went
to prison and he'll come out In them.
I'm thinking"
"Ah, no." interrupted Michael.
THAT can't be, for his clothes was
stole. Only q week ago he sent Ia me
for a suit of my own. wouldn't have
him wear my clothes-he a gentle
man 1t wasn't fitting So sent him
suit | bought from a shop. but he
wouldn't have It. He would leave
prison a poor man, as peasant i'm
peasants clothes. So he wrote 10 me-.
Here IS the letter" He drew from his
pocket a sheet of paper, ana spread
1t out. "See-rcad it. An Weu. never
mind" be added, as old Christopher
shook his head. 'Never mind. I'll
read 1t to YOU" Thereupon he read
the note. and added: "Well see him
OF the Calhouus risin' high beyunt
poverty and misfortune some day
old Christopher nodded
I'm glad Miles Calhoun was buried
on the hilltop above Playnore He
had his day; he lived his life Things
went wrong with him, and he paid the
price we all must pay for work III
done"
There you're right Christopher
Dogan, and | remember the day the
downfall began. 1t was when him
that's now Lord Mallow, governor of
Jamaica, came TO summon Calhoun to
Dublin Things were never the same
after that; but | Weu 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 man out of
fair fight one Of your name may
be in prison. sir said l. but not for
killing man out Of fair fight II
YOU believe he did, there's no death
bad enough for YOU He was silent
for a while; then mt last he whispered
MIR Dyck's name, and said 10 me:
Tell him chat as Calhoun | love
him, and as his father | love him ton
times more For, look you. Michael,
though We never ran together hut
quarrcled aud took our own paths, yet
We are both Calhouns. and my heart
Us warm to him. IF my SON were a
thousand times "A criminal noyerthe-
less | would ache To take him by the
hand"
"liushl Look at the prison gate"
SAID his companion and stood NJ
AS the gates OF the prison opened.
the sun broke through the clouds and
gave a brilliant phase to The scene.
out Of the gates there came slowly,
yet firmly, dressed in peasant clothes.
the stalwart but faded figure Of Dyck
Calhoun
Terribly changed he was. lie had
entered prison with the flush upon his
cheek. the tilt of young manhood IN
his eyes win hair black and hands
slender. and handsome. There was
no look of youth i'm his face now. 1t
was the face of "a mlddlo-aged man
from which the dew Of youth bad van
lshed, INFO which lies storms bad
come and gone, Though the body was
held erect. set the head wns thrust
slightly forward, ana the heavy eye
broWs were like a penthouse The
eyes were slightly feTeri~h, au9 ROUND
the mouth thore cr.pt smile. half
cynical, but little happy an fresh
ness was gone from Ills bands One
hung 40 bis side. A~uess. corded. the