第65章

As he waited for the jury to return its verdict Billy sat in his cell trying to read a newspaper which a kindly guard had given him.But his eyes persisted in boring through the white paper and the black type to scenes that were not in any paper.He saw a turbulent river tumbling through a savage world, and in the swirl of the water lay a little island.And he saw a man there upon the island, and a girl.The girl was teaching the man to speak the language of the cultured, and to view life as people of refinement view it.

She taught him what honor meant among her class, and that it was better to lose any other possession rather than lose honor.Billy realized that it had been these lessons that had spurred him on to the mad scheme that was to end now with the verdict of "Guilty"--he had wished to vindicate his honor.

A hard laugh broke from his lips; but instantly he sobered and his face softened.

It had been for her sake after all, and what mattered it if they did send him to the gallows? He had not sacrificed his honor--he had done his best to assert it.He was innocent.

They could kill him but they couldn't make him guilty.Athousand juries pronouncing him so could not make it true that he had killed Schneider.

But it would be hard, after all his hopes, after all the plans he had made to live square, to SHOW THEM.His eyes still boring through the paper suddenly found themselves attracted by something in the text before them--a name, Harding.

Billy Byrne shook himself and commenced to read:

The marriage of Barbara, daughter of Anthony Harding, the multimillionaire, to William Mallory will take place on the twenty-fifth of June.

The article was dated New York.There was more, but Billy did not read it.He had read enough.It is true that he had urged her to marry Mallory; but now, in his lonesomeness and friendlessness, he felt almost as though she had been untrue to him.

"Come along, Byrne," a bailiff interrupted his thoughts, "the jury's reached a verdict."The judge was emerging from his chambers as Billy was led into the courtroom.Presently the jury filed in and took their seats.The foreman handed the clerk a bit of paper.Even before it was read Billy knew that he had been found guilty.

He did not care any longer, so he told himself.He hoped that the judge would send him to the gallows.There was nothing more in life for him now anyway.He wanted to die.But instead he was sentenced to life imprisonment in the penitentiary at Joliet.

This was infinitely worse than death.Billy Byrne was appalled at the thought of remaining for life within the grim stone walls of a prison.Once more there swept over him all the old, unreasoning hatred of the law and all that pertained to it.He would like to close his steel fingers about the fat neck of the red-faced judge.The smug jurymen roused within him the lust to kill.Justice! Billy Byrne laughed aloud.

A bailiff rapped for order.One of the jurymen leaned close to a neighbor and whispered."A hardened criminal," he said.

"Society will be safer when he is behind the bars."The next day they took Billy aboard a train bound for Joliet.He was handcuffed to a deputy sheriff.Billy was calm outwardly; but inwardly he was a raging volcano of hate.

In a certain very beautiful home on Riverside Drive, New York City, a young lady, comfortably backed by downy pillows, sat in her bed and alternated her attention between coffee and rolls, and a morning paper.

On the inside of the main sheet a heading claimed her languid attention: CHICAGO MURDERER GIVEN LIFESENTENCE.Of late Chicago had aroused in Barbara Harding a greater proportion of interest than ever it had in the past, and so it was that she now permitted her eyes to wander casually down the printed column.

Murderer of harmless old saloon keeper is finally brought to justice.The notorious West Side rowdy, "Billy" Byrne, apprehended after more than a year as fugitive from justice, is sent to Joliet for life.

Barbara Harding sat stony-eyed and cold for what seemed many minutes.Then with a stifled sob she turned and buried her face in the pillows.

The train bearing Billy Byrne and the deputy sheriff toward Joliet had covered perhaps half the distance between Chicago and Billy's permanent destination when it occurred to the deputy sheriff that he should like to go into the smoker and enjoy a cigar.

Now, from the moment that he had been sentenced Billy Byrne's mind had been centered upon one thought--escape.

He knew that there probably would be not the slightest chance for escape; but nevertheless the idea was always uppermost in his thoughts.

His whole being revolted, not alone against the injustice which had sent him into life imprisonment, but at the thought of the long years of awful monotony which lay ahead of him.

He could not endure them.He would not! The deputy sheriff rose, and motioning his prisoner ahead of him, started for the smoker.It was two cars ahead.The train was vestibuled.The first platform they crossed was tightly enclosed;but at the second Billy saw that a careless porter had left one of the doors open.The train was slowing down for some reason--it was going, perhaps, twenty miles an hour.

Billy was the first upon the platform.He was the first to see the open door.It meant one of two things--a chance to escape, or, death.Even the latter was to be preferred to life imprisonment.

Billy did not hesitate an instant.Even before the deputy sheriff realized that the door was open, his prisoner had leaped from the moving train dragging his guard after him.