Having resigned his Stillwater pastorate from a conviction that his ministry among red-shirted lumbermen was not a great success, he armed himself with letters from the warden of the prison and the other ministers who had served as chaplains, and, above all, with Mrs. Plausaby’s written confession, and set out for Washington.  He easily secured money to defray the expense of the journey from Plausaby, who held some funds belonging to his wife’s estate, and who yielded to a very gentle pressure from Lurton, knowing how entirely he was in Lurton’s power.

It is proper to say here that Albert’s scrupulous conscience was never troubled about the settlement of his mother’s estate.  Plausaby had an old will, which bequeathed all to him in fee simple.  He presented it for probate, and would have succeeded, doubtless, in saving something by acute juggling with his creditors, but that he heard ominous whispers of the real solution of the mystery—­where they came from he could not tell.  Thinking that Isa was planning his arrest, he suddenly left the country.  He turned up afterwards as president of a Nevada silver-mine company, which did a large business in stocks but a small one in dividends; and I have a vague impression that he had something to do with the building of the Union Pacific Railroad.  His creditors made short work of the property left by Mrs. Plausaby.

CHAPTER XXXV.

UNBARRED.

Lurton was gone six weeks.  His letters to Charlton were not very hopeful.  People are slow to believe that a court has made a mistake.

I who write and you who read get over six weeks as smoothly as we do over six days.  But six weeks in grim, gray, yellowish, unplastered, limestone walls, that are so thick and so high and so rough that they are always looking at you in suspicion and with stern threat of resistance!  Six weeks in May and June and July inside such walls, where there is scarcely a blade of grass, hardly a cool breeze, not even the song of a bird!  A great yard so cursed that the little brown wrens refuse to bless it with their feet!  The sound of machinery and of the hammers of unwilling toilers, but no mellow voice of robin or chatter of gossiping chimney-swallows!  To Albert they were six weeks of alternate hope and fear, and of heart-sickness.

The contractor gave a Fourth-of-July dinner to the convicts.  Strawberries and cream instead of salt pork and potatoes.  The guards went out and left the men alone, and Charlton was called on for a speech.  But all eulogies of liberty died on his lips.  He could only talk platitudes, and he could not say anything with satisfaction to himself.  He tossed wakefully all that night, and was so worn when morning came that he debated whether he should not ask to be put on the sick-list.

He was marched to the water-tank as usual, then to breakfast, but he could not eat.  When the men were ordered to work, one of the guards said: