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together all right and are happy, and then wake up and find that’s a
dream, and you’re in jail for murder and can’t never get out alive.
“Then they proved about how the poker just fit into the place in her
head, and how it was took back into the kitchen and put into the
ashes again, so ‘twouldn’t show, and how far I drove that day, and
ever’ saloon I stopped into on the way, and just how much I drank,
and ever’thing I done, except the beefsteak I bought and that half
peck of potatoes that I gave away to the old lady. Then they proved
all about my runnin’ away, and where I’d been, and what I’d done,
and my changin’ my name, and the way I was caught.
“A good many times my lawyer objected to something that they tried
to prove, or to something that the other feller was sayin’, but ever’
time the judge decided ‘gainst my lawyer, and he ‘most always
seemed kind of mad when my lawyer said anything. The other one
was a good deal the smartest; ever’one said he wanted to be a
judge, and he took all the murder cases he could get, and they
called him the ‘hangin’ lawyer,’ because ever’one he had anything to
do with got hung.
“There was always a big crowd in the court room ever’ day, and a lot
of people waitin’ outside to get in, and there was always some
awfully nice dressed ladies settin’ up there with the judge ever’ day,
and they had a sort of glass in their hands, and they’d hold it up in
front of their eyes and look at me through the glass just like the
judge looked at the paper.
“It took about two days for their side to call all the witnesses they
had, and finally their lawyer got up just as solemn and said that was
their case.
“Then the judge give them a few minutes recess for ever’body to
walk around a little, and ever’one looked at me, just as they’d done
all the time. When they come to order the judge told us to go on
with our side. My lawyer turned to me and said he didn’t see what
use it was to prove anything, and we might just as well let the case
go the way it was. I said I ought to go on the stand and tell about
that paper, and how it was nothin’ but the one that come around the
beef, and he said they wouldn’t believe me if I said it. And anyhow it
wouldn’t make any difference. If I once got on the stand they’d get
me all mixed up and the first thing I knew I’d tell ‘em all about
ever’thing, and so far as witnesses went he couldn’t find anyone to
do me any good.
“I thought ‘twould look pretty bad not to give any evidence at all,
and he said he knew that but ‘twould look a mighty sight worse if we
put any in. So my lawyer got up and ever’one watched to see what
he was goin’ to do, and then he just said ‘May it please the court, we
have concluded not to put in any evidence.’ And ever’one
commenced to whisper, and to look at me, and to look ‘round, and
the judge looked queer and kind of satisfied, and said then if there
was no evidence on our side they would take a recess till mornin’
when they could argue the case. Of course, after I went back to the
cell and got to thinkin’ it over I could see that it was all off more’n
ever, but I didn’t see that the lawyer could have done any different.”

Here Jim got up and went to the grating and called to the guard.
“I’m gettin’ a little tired and fagged out and it ain’t worth while to go
to bed. Won’t you just give me some more whiskey?”
The guard came up to the door. “Of course, you can have all the
whiskey you want,” he said. “Here’s a bottle I’ve just fetched up from
the office. You’d better drink that up and then I’ll get you some
more.”
Jim took a long drink at the bottle, and then passed it to his friend.
Hank was glad to have something to help him through the ordeal,
which had been hard for him to bear.
Presently the guard came back to the grating and asked Jim what he
wanted for breakfast.
“It ain’t breakfast time yet, is it?” Jim gasped.
“No, but I’m going to the office after a while and I want to give the
order when I go. You’d better tell me now. You can have ‘most
anything you want. You can have ham and eggs, or bacon or steak,
and tea or coffee, and bread and butter and cakes; or all of ‘em—or
anything else you want.”
“Well, I guess you’d better bring me ham and eggs. I don’t seem to
care for steak, and I don’t think I want any coffee. I’d rather have a
cocktail. You’d better bring me plenty more whiskey too when you
come. You know I hain’t slept any and I’m kind of nervous. I guess
it’ll be better if I don’t know much about it; don’t you?”
“Sure thing,” the guard answered back. “We’ve got some Scotch
whiskey over there that’s all right. I’ll bring you some of that. All the
boys takes that. I don’t think you’ll be troubled much after a good
drink of that Scotch. I guess you’d better hurry up a little bit with
what you want to say. I don’t like to hurry you any, but I’m afraid
they’ll be along with the breakfast after while, and they don’t allow
any visitors after that.”
The guard turned to leave, but before he had gone far, Jim called
out, “You’d better telephone over to the telegraph office, hadn’t you?
Somethin’ might have come maybe.”
“All right, I’ll do that,” the guard answered back, “and Jim, I guess
you might as well put on them new clothes before breakfast; they’ll
look better’n the old ones—to eat in.”
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im drank the remnant of whiskey in the bottle he was

holding, draining it to the last drop. As he sat in his
chair he leaned against the side of the cell.
“My—how many bottles of this stuff I’ve drunk tonight.
It’s a wonder I ain’t dead already. I don’t believe I could keep up
only I’ve got to finish my story. But this cell begins to swim ‘round
pretty lively; I guess it ain’t goin’ to take much to finish me. Think a
little of that Scotch will just about do the job. I don’t care what
anyone says, I’m goin’ to get just as drunk as I can. I sha’n’t live to
see what they say in the newspapers and it won’t make any
difference when I’m dead. I don’t know as I ought to eat anything; it
might kind of keep it from actin’, but still I might as well. I guess the
Scotch’ll do it all right anyway.
“Well, there ain’t very much more to tell, and I guess you’re glad.
It’s been a tough night on you, poor feller. I hope no one’ll ever have
to do it for you. But, say—you’ve done me lots of good! I don’t know
how I’d put in the night, if you hadn’t come!
“Well—the last mornin’ they took me over to court, the room was
jammed more’n ever before, and a big crowd was waitin’ outside. I
heard the other lawyer say that the judge’s platform looked like a
reception; anyhow it was full of ladies with perfectly grand clothes,
and most of ‘em would hold their glasses up to look at me. The
other lawyer didn’t say much in his first speech, only to tell how it
was all done, and how they had proved that everything happened in
Cook County, and what a high office the jury had.
“Then my lawyer talked for me. I didn’t really see how he could have
done any better and the papers all said he done fine. Of course
there wa’n’t much to say. I done it, and what more was there to it?
And yet I s’pose a lawyer is educated so he can talk all right on
either side. Well, my lawyer went on to make out that no one had
seen it done, that the evidence was all circumstantial, and no one
ever ought to be hung on circumstantial evidence. He went on to
show how many mistakes had been made on circumstantial
evidence, and he told about a lot of cases. He told the jury about
one that I think happened in Vermont where two farmers was seen
goin’ out in the field. They hadn’t been very good friends for a long
time. Someone heard loud voices and knew they was fightin’. Finally
one of ‘em never come back and afterwards some bones or
somethin’ was found, that the doctors said was a farmer’s bones.
Well, they tried that farmer and found him guilty, and hung him. And
then years afterwards the other man come back. And he’d just
wandered off in a crazy fit. And after a while another doctor found
out that them bones was only sheep bones, and they’d hung an
innocent man. He told a lot of stories of that kind, and some of the
jury seemed to cry when he told ‘em, but I guess they was cryin’ for
the Vermont man and not for me.
“After my lawyer got through the other lawyer had one more
chance, and he was awful hard on me. He made out that I was the
worst man that ever lived. He claimed that I had made up my mind
to kill her long ago, just to get rid of her, and that I went ‘round to
all the saloons that day and drank just to get up my nerve. Then he
claimed that I took a bottle of whiskey home and drank it up and left
the empty bottle on the table, and I took that just to nerve me up.
He made more out of the brown paper than he did of anything else,
and told how I burned all the rest of the evidence but had forgot to
burn this, and how I’d gone into the kitchen and got the poker out
of the stove and come back into the settin’-room and killed her, and
then took it back; and how cold-blooded I was to take her, after I’d
killed her, and go and dump her into that hole away out on the
prairie, and how I’d run away, and how that proved I’d killed her,
and then he compared me with all the murderers who ever lived
since Cain, ‘most, and showed how all of ‘em was better’n I was,
and told the jury that nobody in Chicago would be safe unless I was
hung; and if they done their duty and hung me there wouldn’t be
any more killin’ in Chicago after this. I can’t begin to tell you what all
he said; but it was awful! Once in a while when it was too bad, my
lawyer would interrupt, but the judge always decided against me
and then the other lawyer went on worse’n before. The papers next
day told how fast I changed color while he was talkin’, and what a
great speech he made, and they all said he ought to be a judge
because he was so fearless.
“It took the crowd some time to quiet down after he got through
and then the judge asked the jury to stand up, and they stood up,
and he read a lot of stuff to ‘em, tellin’ ‘em about the case. ‘Most all
that he read was ‘gainst me. Sometimes I thought he was readin’
one on my side, and he told ‘em how sure they must be before they
could convict, and then he’d wind up by sayin’ they must be sure it
was done in Cook County. Of course there never was any doubt but
what it all happened in Cook County. When the judge got through
‘twas most night, and he told the bailiff to take charge of the jury, so
he took ‘em and the clothes and the brown paper with the blood out
in the jury room, and they han’-cuffed me and took me back to my
cell.
“I don’t believe I ever put in any night that was quite so hard on me
—exceptin’ mebbe the night I done it—as that one when the jury
was out. I guess ever’one thought they wouldn’t stay long. I couldn’t
see that any of ‘em ever looked at me once as if they cared whether
I lived or died. I don’t believe that they really thought I was a man
like them; anyhow ever’-one thought they would sentence me to
hang in just a few minutes. I s’posed myself that they’d be in before
supper. My lawyer come over to the jail with me, because he knew
how I felt. And anyhow he was ‘most as nervous as I was. After a
while they brought me in my supper, and the lawyer went out to get
his. Then the guard told me the jury had gone to supper, and he
guessed there was some hitch about it, though ever’one thought the
jury wouldn’t be out long. After a while the lawyer came back, and
he stayed and talked to me until nine or ten o’clock, and the jury
didn’t come in, so he went to see what was the matter, and come
back and said he couldn’t find out anything, only that they hadn’t
agreed.
“Well, he stayed till twelve o’clock, and then the judge went home,
and we knew they wa’n’t goin’ to come in till mornin’. I couldn’t
sleep that night, but walked back and forth in the cell a good bit of
the time. You see it wa’n’t this cell. The one I had then was a little
bigger. I’d lay down once in a while, and sometimes I’d smoke a
cigar that the guard gave me. Anyhow I couldn’t really sleep, and
was mighty glad when daylight come. In the mornin’, kind of early, I
heard that jury had agreed and I knew that ‘twas bad for me. The
best that could happen would be a disagreement. I hadn’t allowed
myself to have much hope any of the time, but I knew that now it
was all off.
“Still I waited and didn’t quite give up till they took me back to the
courtroom. Then when ever’one had got their places the jury come
in, lookin’ awful solemn, and the judge looked sober and fierce-like,
and he said, ‘Gentlemen of the Jury, have you agreed on your
verdict?’ And the foreman got up and said, ‘We have.’ Then the
judge told the foreman to give the verdict to the clerk. He walked
over to the row of chairs and the man at the end of the bottom row
reached out his hand and gave the paper to him. The people in the
room was still as death. Then the clerk read, ‘We, the jury, find the
defendant guilty, and sentence him to death.’ I set with my head
down, lookin’ at the paper; I expected it, and made up my mind not
to move. Ever’one in the courtroom sort of give a sigh. I never
looked up, and I don’t believe I moved. The papers next day said I
was brazen and had no feelin’, even when the jury sentenced me to
death.
“The judge was the first one to speak. He turned to the jury and
thanked ‘em for their patriotism and devotion, and the great courage
they’d shown by their verdict. He said they’d done their duty well
and could now go back to their homes contented and happy. And he
says: ‘Mr. Sheriff, remove the prisoner from the room.’ Of course, I
hadn’t expected nothin’, and still I wa’n’t quite sure—the same as
now, when I think mebbe the governor’ll change his mind. But when
the verdict was read and they said it was death, somehow I felt kind
of dazed. I don’t really remember their puttin’ the han’-cuffs on me,
and takin’ me back to jail. I don’t remember the crowd in the
courtroom, or much of anything until I was locked up again, and
then my lawyer come and said he would make a motion for a new
trial, and not to give up hope. My lawyer told me that the reason
they was out so long was one man stuck out for sendin’ me to the
penitentiary for life instead of hangin’ me. We found out that he
used to be a switchman. I s’pose he knew what a hard life I had and
wanted to make some allowances. The State’s Attorney said he’d
been bribed, and the newspapers had lots to say about investigatin’
the case, but there wa’n’t nothin’ done about it. But I s’pose mebbe
it had some effect on the next case.
“There wa’n’t nothin’ more done for two or three days. I just stayed
in my cell and didn’t feel much like talkin’ with anyone. Then my
lawyer come over and said the motion for a new trial would be heard
next day. In the mornin’ they han’cuffed me and took me back as
usual. There was a lot of people in the courtroom, though not so
many as before. My lawyer had a lot of books, and he talked a long
while about the case, and told the judge he ought to give me a new
trial on account of all the mistakes that was made before. And after
he got done the judge said he’d thought of this case a great deal
both by day and by night, and he’d tried to find a way not to
sentence me to death, but he couldn’t do it, and the motion would
be overruled. Then he said, ‘Jackson, stand up.’ Of course I got up,
because he told me to. Then he looked at me awful savage and
solemn and said, ‘Have you got anything to say why sentence should
not be passed on you?’ and I said ‘No!’ Then he talked for a long
time about how awful bad I was, and what a warnin’ I ought to be
to ever’body else; and then he sentenced me to be removed to the
county-jail and on Friday, the thirteenth day of this month—that’s
today—to be hanged by the neck till dead, and then he said, ‘May
God have mercy on your soul!’ After that he said, ‘Mr. Sheriff, remove
the prisoner. Mr. Clerk, call the next case.’ And they han’-cuffed me
and brought me back.
“I don’t know why the judge said, ‘May God have mercy on your
soul!’ I guess it was only a kind of form that they have to go
through, and I don’t think he meant it, or even thought anything
about it. If he had, I don’t see how he really could ask God to have
mercy on me unless he could have mercy himself. The judge didn’t
have to hang me unless he wanted to.
“Well, the lawyer come in and told me he ought to appeal the case
to the Supreme Court, but it would cost one hundred dollars for a
record, and he didn’t know where to get the money. I told him I
didn’t know either. Of course I hadn’t any and told him he might just
as well let it go; that I didn’t s’pose it would do any good anyhow.
But he said he’d see if he could find the money somehow and the
next day he come in and said he was goin’ to give half out of his
own pocket, and he’d seen another feller that didn’t want his name
mentioned and that thought a man oughtn’t to be hung without a
chance; he was goin’ to give the other half. Of course I felt better
then, but still I thought there wa’n’t much chance, for ever’body was
against me, but my lawyer told me there was a lot of mistakes and
errors in the trial and I ought to win.
“Well, he worked on the record and finally got it finished, a great big
kind of book that told all about the case. It was only finished a week
ago, and I s’posed anyone could take his case to the Supreme Court
if he had the money; but my lawyer said no, he couldn’t, or rather
he said yes, anyone could take his case to the Supreme Court, but in
a case like mine, where I was to be hung I’d be dead before the
Supreme Court ever decided it, or even before it was tried. Then he
said the only way would be if some of the judges looked at the
record and made an order that I shouldn’t be hung until after they’d
tried the case, but he told me it didn’t make any difference how
many mistakes the judge had made, or how many errors there was,
they wouldn’t make any order unless they believed I hadn’t done it.
He said that if it had been a dispute about a horse or a cow, or a
hundred dollars, I’d have a right to go to the Supreme Court, and if
the judges found any mistakes in the trial I’d have another chance.
But it wa’n’t so when I was tried for my life.
“Well, when he’d explained this I felt sure ‘twas all off, and I told him
so, but he said he was goin’ to make the best fight he could and not
give up till the end. He said he had a lot at stake himself, though not
so much as I had. So he took the record and went to the judges of
the Supreme Court and they looked it over, and said mebbe the
judge that tried me did make some mistakes, and mebbe I didn’t
have a fair trial, but it looked as if I was guilty and they wouldn’t
make any order. So my case never got into the Supreme Court after
all and the hundred dollars was wasted.
“Well, when my lawyer told me, of course I felt blue. I’d built some
on this, and it begun to look pretty bad. It seemed as if things was
comin’ along mighty fast, and it looked as if the bobbin was ‘most
wound up. When you know you’re going to die in a week the time
don’t seem long. Of course if a feller’s real sick, and gets run down
and discouraged, and hasn’t got much grip on things, he may not
feel so very bad about dyin’, for he’s ‘most dead anyway, but when a
feller’s strong, and in good health, and he knows he’s got to die in a
week, it’s a different thing.
“Then my lawyer said there was only one thing left, and that was to
go to the gov’nor. He said he knew the gov’nor pretty well and he
was goin’ to try. He thought mebbe he’d change the sentence to
imprisonment for life. When I first come to jail I said I’d rather be
hung than to be sent up for life, and I stuck to it even when the jury
brought in their verdict, but when it was only a week away I begun
to feel different, and I didn’t want to die, leastwise I didn’t want to
get hung. So I told him all the people I knew, though I didn’t think
they’d help me, for the world seemed to be against me, and the
papers kept tellin’ what a good thing it was to hang me, and how
the State’s Attorney and the jury and the judge had been awful
brave to do it so quick. But I couldn’t see where there was any
bravery in it. I didn’t have no friends. It might have been right, but I
can’t see where the brave part come in.
“But every day the lawyer said he thought the gov’nor would do
somethin’, and finally he got all the names he could to the petition,
and I guess it wa’n’t very many, only the people that sign all the
petitions because they don’t believe in hangin’; and day before
yesterday, he went down to Springfield to see the gov’nor.
“Well, I waited all day yesterday. I didn’t go out of the cell for
exercise because I couldn’t do anything and I didn’t want ‘em to see
how nervous I was. But I tell you it’s ticklish business waitin’ all day
when you’re goin’ to be hung in the mornin’ unless somethin’
happens. I kep’ askin’ the guard what time ‘twas, and when I heard
anyone comin’ up this way I looked to see if it wa’n’t a despatch,
and I couldn’t set down or lay down, or do anything ‘cept drink
whiskey. I hain’t really been sober and clear-headed since yesterday
noon, in fact, I guess if I had been, I wouldn’t kep’ you here all night
like this. I didn’t hardly eat a thing, either, all day, and I asked the
guard about it a good many times, and he felt kind of sorry for me
but didn’t give me much encouragement. You see they’ve had a
guard right here in front of the door all the time, day and night, for
two weeks. That’s called the death watch, and they set here to see
that I don’t kill myself, though I can’t see why that would make any
great difference so long as I’ve got to die anyhow.
“Well, ‘long toward night the guard came and brought me that new
suit of clothes over on the bed, and I guess I’ve got to put ‘em on
pretty quick. Of course, the guard’s been as nice as he could be. He
didn’t tell me what they’s for, but I knew all the same. I know they
don’t hang nobody in their old clothes. I s’pose there’ll be a good
many people there, judges and doctors and ministers and lawyers,
and the newspapers, and the friends of the sheriff, and politicians,
and all, and of course it wouldn’t look right to have me hung up
there before ‘em all in my old clothes,—it would be about like
wearin’ old duds to a party or to church—so I’ve got to put on them
new ones. They’re pretty good, and they look as if they’re all wool,
don’t you think?
“Well, a little while after they brought me the clothes, I seen the
guard come up with a telegram in his hand. I could see in his face it
wa’n’t no use, so of course I wa’n’t quite so nervous when I read it.
But I opened it to make sure. The lawyer said that the gov’nor
wouldn’t do nothin’. Then, of course, ‘twas all off. Still he said he’d
go back about midnight. I don’t know whether he meant it, or said it
to brace me up a little and kind of let me down easier.
“Of course, the gov’nor could wake up in the night and do it, if he
wanted to, and I s’pose such things has been done. I’ve read ‘bout
‘em stoppin’ it after a man got up on the scaffold. You remember
about the gov’nor of Ohio, don’t you? He come here to Chicago to
some convention, and a man was to be hung in Columbus that day,
and the gov’nor forgot it till just about the time, and then he tried
for almost an hour to get the penitentiary on the long distance
telephone, and he finally got ‘em just as the man was goin’ up on
the scaffold. Such things has happened, but of course, I don’t s’pose
they’ll happen to me. I never had much luck in anything, and I
guess I’ll be hung all right.
“It seems queer, don’t it, how I’m talkin’ to you here, and the guard
out there, and ever’body good to me, and in just a little while they’re
goin’ to take me out there and hang me! I don’t believe I could do it,
even if I was a sheriff and got ten thousand dollars a year for it, but
I s’pose it has to be done.
“Well, now I guess I’ve told you all about how ever’thing happened
and you und’stand how it was. I s’pose you think I’m bad, and I
don’t want to excuse myself too much, or make out I’m any saint. I
know I never was, but you see how a feller gets into them things
when he ain’t much different from ever’body else. I know I don’t like
crime, and I don’t believe the other does. I just got into a sort of a
mill and here I am right close up to that noose.
“There ain’t anyone ‘specially that I’ve got to worry about, ‘cept the
boy. Of course it’s awful hard for a poor feller to start, anyhow,
unless he’s real smart, and I don’t know how ‘twill be with the boy.
We always thought he was awful cunnin’; but I s’pose most parents
does. But I don’t see how he’d ever be very smart, ‘cause I wa’n’t
and neither was his mother. As I was sayin’, ‘twould be awful hard
for him anyhow, but now when he’s growed up, and anyone tells
him about how his mother was murdered by his father, and how his
father got hung for it, and they show him the pictures in the paper
and all that, I don’t see how he’ll ever have any show. It seems as if
the state had ought to do somethin’ for a child when the state kills
its father that way, but it don’t unless they sends him to a poor
house, or something like that.
“Now, I haven’t told you a single lie—and you can see how it all was,
and that I wa’n’t so awful bad, and that I’m sorry, and would be
willin’ to die if it would bring her back. And if you can, I wish you’d
just kind of keep your eye on the boy. I guess it’ll be a good deal
better to change his name and not let him nor anyone else know
anything about either of us. A good many poor people grow up that
way. I don’t really know nothin’ ‘bout my folks. They might’ve been
hung too, for all I know. But you kind of watch the boy and keep
track of him, and if he comes up all right and seems to be a smart
feller and looks at things right, and he gets to wonderin’ about me,
and you think ‘twill do any good you can tell him just what you feel a
mind to, but don’t tell him ‘less’n you think it will do him good. Of
course, I can’t never pay you in any way for what you’ve done for
me, but mebbe you’ll think it’s worth while for a feller that hain’t a
friend in the world, and who’s got to be hung so quick.”
Hank struggled as hard as he could to keep back the tears. He was
not much used to crying, but in spite of all his efforts they rolled
down his face.
“Well, Jim, old feller,” he said. “I didn’t know how it was—when I
come I felt as if you’d been awful bad, and of course I know it wa’n’t
right, but somehow I know it might have happened to me, or ‘most
anybody, almost, and that you ain’t so bad. I can’t tell you anything
about how I feel, but I’m glad I come. It’s done me good. I don’t
think I’ll ever feel the same about the fellers that go to jail and get
hung. I don’t know’s they could help it any more’n any of us can
help the things we do. Anyhow, I sha’n’t never let the boy out of my
mind a single minit, and I’ll do as much for him as if he was mine.
I’ll look him up the first thing I do. I don’t know about changin’ his
name, I’ll see. Anyhow, if he ever gets to hear a bit of it, I’ll see he
knows how it was.”
Jim wrung Hank’s hand for a minute in silence, and then said: “And
just one word more, Hank; tell him not to be poor; don’t let him get
married till he’s got money, and can afford it, and don’t let him go in
debt. You know I don’t believe I ever would have done it if I hadn’t
been so poor.”
Hank drew back his hand and stepped to the grated door and looked
out along the gloomy iron corridors and down toward the courtyard
below. Then he looked up at the tiers of cells filled with the hapless
outcasts of the world. On the skylight he could see the faint
yellowish glow that told him that the day was about to dawn. The
guard got up from his stool and passed him another flask of whiskey.
“Here, you’d better get Jim to drink all he can,” he whispered, “for
his time is almost up.”
Hank took a little sip himself, and then motioned Jim to drink. Jim
took the bottle, raised it to his mouth and gulped it down, scarcely
stopping to catch his breath. Then he threw the bottle on the bed
and sat down on his chair. With the story off his mind it was plain
that the whiskey was fast numbing all his nerves. He was not himself
when he looked up again.
“I guess mebbe I’d better change my clothes, while I have a
chance,” he said. “I don’t want anyone else to have to do it for me,
and I want to look all right when the thing comes off.”
A new guard came up to the door, unlocked it and came in. He
nodded to Hank and told him he must go.
“His breakfast is just comin’ up and it’s against the rules to have
anyone here at the time. The priest will come to see him after he
gets through eatin’.”
Over in the corridor where Hank had seen the beams and lumber he
could hear the murmur of muffled voices, evidently talking about the
work. Along the corridor two waiters in white coats were bringing
great trays filled with steaming food.
Slowly Hank turned to Jim and took his hand.
“Well, old fellow,” he said, “I’ve got to go. I see you’re all right, but
take that Scotch whiskey when it comes; it won’t do you any hurt.
I’ll look after everything just as I said. Good-bye.”
Jim seemed hardly to hear Hank’s farewell words.
“Well, good-bye.”
Hank went outside the door and the guard closed and locked it as he
turned away.
Then Jim got up from his chair and stumbled to the door.
“Hank! Hank! S’pose—you—stop at the—telegraph—office—the
Western Union—and the—Postal—all of ‘em—mebbe—might—be
somethin’——”
“All right,” Hank called back, “I will! I will!—I’ll go to both to make
sure if there’s anything there; and I’ll telephone you by the time
you’ve got through eatin’.”
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