The Lancaster news. [volume] (Lancaster, S.C.) 1905-current, 1921-09-23
BOOK n
CHAPTER viii.


His cempeoiso. whs was seated on .
stone. wrapped IA dsrk-gresa cover
ings. faded and worn. and looking
pinched with cold In the dssr Novem-
her day. said without lifting his head:
"Seven minutes. an he'll be cut
God bless him I"
"And save him and protect himi
said Michael. HE deserved psnish.
ment no mere than did, and it's
broke him. I've seen the gray gather
at his temples, though he's enly been
h prison four years. He was con-
demned to eight, but they've let him
free. don't know why. Perhaps II
was because Of what he told the gov
ernment about the French navy. Pve
seen the JOY of life sob itself down to
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 didr'
Old Christopher Dogan smiled; his
eyes twinkled with 4 mirth which had
more pain than gafety.
"God love you, ! know what he did.
He flung out his hands and said, Let
It gol It's nothing to me- Michael
have l said truef'
Michael nodded.
almost his very words you've used
and he flung out his hands, as you
said"
AYE, he'll be changed; but they've
kcp! Tic clothes he had when he went
to prison and he'll come out in them.
I'm thinking"
"Ah. mol" interrupted Michael.
THAT can't be, for his clothes was
stole. Only a week ago he sent to me
for suit of my own. ] wouldn't have
him wear my clothes-he gentle.
man! 1t wasn't fitting. So I sent him
a suit / bought from a shop. but he
wouldn't have II. He would leave
prison a poor man, as a peasant in
peasants clothes. So he wrote to me.
Here is the letter" He drew from his
pocket sheet of paper. and spread
II out. "See-read II. All. well, never
mind" he added. as old Christopher
shook his head. "Never mind, I'll
read It to you'll" Thereupon he read
the note. and added: "We'll see him
OF the Calhouns risin' high beyant
poverty aud misfortune some day"
Old Christopher nodded.
I'm glad Miles Calhoun was buried
on the hilltop above PlaymOre. He
had his day: he lived his life. Things
weht wrong with him, arp he paid the
prize We all must pay 'for work ILL.,
DONE"
There you're right. Christopher
Dogan, and I remember the day the
downfall Legan. II was when him
that's now Lord Mallow. governor OF
jamaica, came to summon Calhoun to
after that; but I 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.
.ut never for killing man out of
fair fight One Of your name may
he In prison, SIR said !, but not for
S,ll:ny man out Of fair fight. II
you believe he did. there's no death
bad enough for your He was siIeni
for while: then at last he whispered
Mr.. DICKS name, aud said to me:
Tell him that as Calhoun I love
him. and as his father ! love him ten
times mere. For. leok you. Michael.
though We never ran together. but
Quarreled and took our own paths. yet
we are both Caihouns, and nay heart
10 warm to him. II my son were .
thousand times q criminal, neverthe-
less I would ache to take him by the
hand"
"Hsshi Look at the prison gate"
said his companion and stood up.
Az the gates of the prison opened.
the sun broke through the clouds and
gave 4 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. He had
entered prison with the nush upOo his
cheek, the tilt q young manhood IN
his syss. with hair black and hasds
slender. and handsoma There vas
no lssk Of youth b his faes now. Il
waS The faos q Q maddlsaGed nsan
freo which the dew sf youth had van
ishsA, inte which itfs's storms had
osos md gsos. ThSagA thS toAy wss
Astd erect. ~ ~ heaA wss thrSSt
s,tsAHy fsevarA ed De hesvy s1&
brSvs wsro tks . psothessa Ths
e1D were s'igAtly fsvesisa. an6 rsand
the noun there ess1t Q smsss. half.
eynieai. bst . httis happy. ~ fresh-
nsss wss eoos ffso htS hands. One
hung st his side. iistssss. cesdsd: the
StAse oo6sU his hat In ssOsy - ~
ssl.ts q he I've Asmbis friAeda.
A. uhe gateo closed behind him -