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Today we'll be continuing Joe's boys.

My Louisa May Alcott.

Chapter Twelve.

Dan's Christmas.

Where was Dan?

In prison.

Alas for Mrs.

Joe.

How her heart would have ached if she had known that while old plum.

Shone with Christmas cheer her boy sat.

Alone in his cell trying to read the little book she gave him.

With eyes dimmed now and then by the hot tears.

No physical suffering had ever rung from him and longing with a homesick heart.

For all that he had lost.

Yes, Dan was in prison, but no.

Cry for help from him as he faced the terrible strait he was in with the dumb despair of an Indian.

At the stake for his own bosom.

Sin had brought him there, and this.

Was to be the bitter lesson that tamed the lawless spirit and taught him self control.

A story of his downfall is soon told, for it came, as so often happens, just when he felt unusually full of high hopes, good resolutions and dreams.

Of a better life.

On his journey, he met a pleasant.

Young fellow and naturally felt an interest in him.

As Blair was on his way to join his elder brothers on a ranch.

In Kansas, card playing was going on in the smoking car, and the lad.

For he was barely 20, tired with the long journey beguiled away with such partners as appeared, being full of spirits and a little intoxicated with the freedom of the west.

Dan, true to its promise, would not.

Join, but watched with intense interest the.

Games that went on and soon made up his mind that two of the men were sharpers, anxious to fleece the.

Boy, who had imprudently displayed a well filled pocketbook.

Dan always had a soft spot in.

His heart for any younger, weaker creature.

Whom he met and something about the.

Lad reminded him of Teddy.

So he kept an eye on Blair.

And warned him against his new friends.

Vainly, of course, went all stopped overnight in one of the great cities.

Dan missed the boy from the hotel whither he had taken him for safekeeping and learning who had come for him.

Went to find him, calling himself a.

Fool for his pains.

Yet unable to leave the confiding boy.

To the dangers that surrounded him, he.

Found him gambling in a low place with the men who were bound to have his money.

And by the look of relief on Blair's anxious face when he saw him, dan knew without words that things were.

Going badly with him and he saw the peril too late.

I can't come yet.

I've lost it's not my money.

I must get it back or I dare not face my brothers, whispered the.

Poor lad, when Dan begged him to.

Get away without further loss.

Shame and fear made him desperate and.

He played on, sure that he could recover the money confided to his care.

Seeing Dan's resolute face, keen eye and.

Traveled air, the Sharpers were wary, played.

Fair and let the boy win a little.

But they had no mind to give up their prey.

And finding that Dan stood sentinel at.

The boy's back, an ominous glance was.

Exchanged between them, which meant we must get this fellow out of the way.

Dan saw it and was on his guard, for he and Blair were strangers.

Evil deeds are easily done in such.

Places and no tales told.

But he would not desert the boy.

And still kept watch of every card till he plainly detected false play and boldly said so.

High words passed.

Dan's indignation overcame his prudence and when the cheat refused to restore his plunder with insulting words and drawn pistol, dan's hot temper flashed out and he knocked the man down with a blow that sent him crashing headfirst against a stove to roll senseless and bleeding to the floor.

A wild scene followed, but in the.

Midst of it Dan whispered to the boy get away and hold your tongue.

Don't mind me.

Frightened and bewildered, Blair quitted the city.

At once, leaving Dan to pass the night in the lockup and a few.

Days later to stand in court charged.

With manslaughter, for the man was dead.

Dan had no friends and having once.

Briefly told the story, held his peace.

Anxious to keep all knowledge of this sad affair from those at home, he.

Even concealed his name, giving that of.

David Kent, as he had done several times before in emergencies.

It was all over very soon, but.

As there were extenuating circumstances, his sentence was a year in prison with hard labor, dazed by the rapidity with which this horrible change in his life came upon him.

Dan did not fully realize it till.

The iron door clanged behind him and.

He sat alone in a cell as narrow, cold and silent as a tomb.

He knew that a word would bring.

Mr.

Lori to help and comfort him.

But he could not bear to tell.

Of this disgrace or see the sorrow.

And the shame it would cause the.

Friends who hoped so much for him.

No, he said, clenching his fist, I'll.

Let them think me dead first I.

Shall be if I'm kept here long.

And he sprang up to pace the.

Stone floor like a caged lion, with a turmoil of wrath and grief.

Rebellion and remorse seething in heart and brain.

Telly felt as if he should go mad and beat upon the walls that shut him away from the library, which was his life.

For days.

He suffered terribly, then, worn out, sank.

Into a black melancholy, sadder to see than his excitement.

Warden of this prison was a rough man who had won the ill will of all by unnecessary harshness.

But the chaplain was full of sympathy and did his hard duty faithfully and tenderly.

He labored with poor Dan, but seemed.

To make no impression, and was forced to wait till work had soothed the.

Excited nerves and captivity tamed the proud spirit.

I would suffer but not complain.

Dan was put in the brush shop.

And feeling that activity was his only salvation, worked with a feverish energy that soon won the approval of the master.

And the envy of less skillful mates.

Day after day he sat in his place, watched by an armed overseer.

Forbidden any but necessary words.

No intercourse with the men beside him.

No change but from cell to shop.

No exercise.

But the Dreary marches to and fro.

Each man's hand on the other shoulder.

Keeping step with the Dreary tramp so.

Different from the ring tread of soldiers.

Silent, gaunt and grim, dan did his.

Daily task, ate his bitter bread and obeyed commands with a rebellious flash of.

The eye that made the warden say.

That'S a dangerous man.

Watch him.

He'll break out someday.

There were others more dangerous than he.

Because, older in crime and ready for any desperate outbreak to change the monotony.

Of long sentences, these men soon divined.

Dan's mood and in the mysterious way convicts invent managed to convey to him.

Before a month was over that plans.

Were being made for a mutiny at the first opportunity.

Thanksgiving Day was one of the few chances for them to speak together as they enjoyed an hour of freedom in the prison yard.

Then all would be settled, and the rash attempt made, if possible, probably to end in bloodshed and defeat for most.

But liberty for a few.

Dan had already planned his own escape, and by did his time growing more and more moody, fierce and rebellious as the loss of liberty wore upon soul and body.

For the sudden change from his free, healthy life to such a narrow, gloomy and miserable one could not but have a terrible effect upon one of Dan's temperament and age.

He brooded over his ruined life, gave up all his happy hopes and plans.

Felt that he could never face dear.

Old Plumfield again or touch those friendly.

Hands with a stain of blood upon his own.

He did not care for the wretched.

Man whom he had killed, for such a life was better ended, he thought.

But the disgrace of prison would never.

Be wiped out of his memory though the cropped hair would grow again, the gray suit easily be replaced and the.

Bolts and bars left behind.

It's all over with me.

I've spoiled my life.

Now let it go.

I'll give up the fight and get what pleasure I can anywhere, anyhow.

They shall think me dead and so.

Still care for me, but never know what I am.

Poor Mother Bear.

She tried to help me, but it's no use.

The firebrand can't be saved.

And dropped his head in his hands as he sat on his low bed.

Dan would mourn over all he had lost in tearless misery till merciful sleep would comfort him with dreams of the.

Happy days when the boys played together.

Or those still later and happier ones when all smiled on him and Plumfield seemed to have gained a new and curious charm.

There was one poor fellow in Dan's shop whose fate was harder than his, for his sentence expired in the spring.

But there was little hope of his living till that time.

And the coldest hearted man pitied poor Mason as he sat coughing his life.

Away in that close place and counting.

The weary days yet to pass before.

He could see his wife and little child again.

There was some hope that he might.

Be pardoned out, but he had no friends to bestir themselves in the matter and it was evident that the great judge's pardon would soon end his patient pain forever.

Dan pitied him more than he dared to show, and this one tender emotion.

In that dark time was like the little flower that sprung up between the.

Stones of the prison yard and saved the captive from despair.

In the beautiful old story, dan helped.

Mason with his work when he was too feeble to finish his task and the grateful look that thanked him was a ray of sunshine to cheer his cell when he was alone.

Mason envied the splendid health of his.

Neighbor and mourned to see it wasting.

There.

He was a peaceful soul and tried.

As far as a whispered word or warning glance could do.

It to deter Dan from joining the.

Bad lot, as the rebels were called.

But having turned his face from the.

Light, dan found the downward way easy and took a grim satisfaction in the.

Prospect of a general outbreak during which.

He might revenge himself upon the tyranical warden and strike a blow for his own liberty.

Feeling that an hour of insurrection would be a welcome vent for the pent.

Up passions that tormented him.

He had tamed many a wild animal.

But his own lawless spirit was too.

Much for him, till he found the curb that made him master of himself.

The Sunday before Thanksgiving, as he sat in chapel, dan observed several guests in the seats reserved for them, and looked anxiously to see if any familiar face.

Was there, for he had a mortal.

Fear that someone from home would suddenly confront him.

No, all were strangers, and he soon forgot them.

In listening to the chaplain's cheerful words.

And the sad singing of many heavy hearts, people often spoke to the convicts.

So it caused no surprise when, UN.

Being invited to address them.

One of the ladies rose and said she would tell them a little story.

Which announcement caused the younger listeners to.

Pack up their ears, and even the older ones to look interested for any.

Change in their monotonous life was welcome.

The speaker was a middle aged woman in black, with a sympathetic face, eyes.

Full of compassion, and a voice that.

Seemed to warm the heart because of.

Certain motherly tones in it.

She reminded Dan of Mrs.

Joe, and.

He listened intently to every word, feeling.

That each was meant for him, because.

By chance they came at the moment when he needed a softening memory to.

Break up the ice of despair, which.

Was blighting all the good impulses of his nature.

It was a very simple little story.

But it caught the men's attention at once, being about two soldiers in a.

Hospital during the late war, both badly wounded in the right arm and both.

Anxious to save these breadwinners and go home unmimed.

One was patient, docile, and cheerfully obeyed orders, even when told that the arm must go.

He submitted, and after much suffering recovered.

Grateful for life, though he could fight.

No more, the other rebelled, would listen to no advice, and having delayed too.

Long, died a lingering death, bitterly regretting his folly when it was too late.

Now, as all stories should have a.

Little moral, let me tell you mine.

Added the lady with a smile, and.

She looked at the role of young men before her, sadly wondering what brought them there.

This is a hospital for soldiers wounded in life's battle.

Here are six souls weak wills, insane passions, blind consciences, all the ills that come from broken laws, bringing their inevitable pain and punishment with them.

There is hope and help for everyone.

For God's mercy is infinite, and man's charity is great, but penitence and submission must come before the cure is possible.

Pay the forfeit, manfully, for it is just but from the suffering and shame ring new strength for a nobler life.

The scar will remain, but it is better for a man to lose both arms than his soul and these hard years, instead of being lost, may be made the most precious of your lives.

If they teach you to rule yourselves.

O friends, try to outlive the bitter past, to wash the sin away and begin anew.

If not for your own sakes, for that of the dear mothers, wives and children who wait and hope so patiently for you.

Remember them, and do not let them love and long in vain and if there be any here so forlorn that they have no friend to care for them.

Never forget the father whose arms are always open to receive, forgive and comfort his prodigal sons, even at the 11th hour.

There the little sermon ended.

But the preacher of it felt that her few hearty words had not been uttered in vain, for one boy's head was down and several faces wore the softened look which told that a tender memory was touched.

Dan was forced to set his lips to keep them steady and drop his.

Eyes to hide the sudden dew that.

Dimmed them when waiting, hoping friends were spoken of.

He was glad to be alone in his cell again and sat thinking deeply.

Instead of trying to forget himself in sleep.

It seemed as if those words were.

Just what he needed to show him where he stood and how fateful the.

Next few days might be to him should he join the bad lot and.

Perhaps add another crime to the one already committed lengthen the sentence already so terrible to bear deliberately turn his back on all that was good and more the future that might yet be redeemed.

Or should he, like the wiser man in the story, submit, bear the just.

Punishment, try to be better for it?

And though the scar would remain, it.

Might serve as a reminder of a.

Battle not wholly lost, since he had saved his soul, though innocence was gone.

Then he would dare go home, perhaps.

Confess, and find fresh strength in the.

Pity and consolation of those who never gave him up.

Good and evil fought for Dan that night, as did the angel and the devil for Sindram.

And it was hard to tell whether lawless, nature or loving heart would conquer.

Remorse and resentment, shame and sorrow, pride.

And passion made a battlefield of that.

Narrow cell and the poor fellow felt.

As if he had fiercer enemies to fight now than any he had met.

In all his wanderings.

A little thing turned the scale, as.

It so often does in these mysterious.

Hearts of ours and a touch of.

Sympathy helped Dan decide the course which would bless or ban his life.

In the dark hour before the dawn.

As he lay wakeful on his bed.

A ray of light shone through the bars.

The bolts turned softly and a man came in.

It was the good chaplain, led by the same instinct that brings a mother.

To her sick child's pillow.

Her long experience as nurse of souls had taught him to see the signs of hope in the hard faces about.

Him and to know when the moment.

Came for a helpful word and the cordial of sincere prayer that brings such.

Comfort and healing to tried and trembled hearts.

He had been to Dan before it unexpected hours but always found him solen.

Indifferent or rebellious and had gone away to patiently bide his time.

Now it had come.

A look of relief was in the prisoner's face as the light shone on it and the sound of a human.

Voice was strangely comfortable.

After listening to the whispers of the.

Passions, doubts and fears which had haunted.

The cell for hours, dismaying Dan by their power and showing him how much he needed help to fight the good.

Fight since he had no armor of his own.

Kent.

Poor Mason is gone.

He left a message for you and I felt impelled to come and give it now because I think you were touched by what we heard today and in need of the help Mason tried.

To give you, said the chaplain, taking.

The one seat and fixing his kind eyes on the grim figure in the bed.

Thank you, sir.

I'd like to hear.

It was all Dan's answer, but he.

Forgot himself in pity for the poor.

Fellow dead in prison with no last look at wife or child.

He went suddenly, but remembered you and begged me to say these words.

Tell him not to do it, but to hold on, do his best, and when his time is out, go right to Mary and she'll make him welcome for my sake.

He's got no friends in these parts.

And will feel lonesome but a woman's.

Always safe and comfortable when a fellow's down on his luck.

Give him my love and goodbye, for he was kind to me and God.

Will bless him for it.

Then he died quietly and tomorrow will go home with God's pardon.

Since man's came too late.

Dan said nothing but laid his arm across his face and lay quite still.

Seeing that the pathetic little message had done its work even better than he hoped.

The chaplain went on unconscious.

How soothing his paternal voice was to the poor prisoner who longed to go home but felt he had forfeited the right.

I hope you won't disappoint this humble friend whose last thought was for you.

I know that there's trouble brewing and fear that you may be tempted to lend a hand on the wrong side.

Don't do it, for the plot will not succeed.

It never does.

And it would be a pity to spoil your record, which is fair so far.

Keep up your courage, my son, and go out at the year's end better, not worse.

For this hard experience, remember, a grateful woman waits to welcome and thank you.

If you have no friends of your own, if you have, do your best for their sake, and let us ask God to help you as he only can.

And waiting for no answer, the good.

Man prayed heartily, and Dan listened as.

He never had before.

For the lonely hour, the dying message.

The sudden uprising of his better self, made it seem as if some kind of angel had come to save and comfort him.

After that night, there was a change in Dan, though no one knew it but the chaplain.

For to all the rest, he was the same silent, stern, unsocial fellow as.

Before, turning his back on the bad and the good alike found his only.

Pleasure in the books his friend brought him.

Slowly, as the steadfast drop wears away.

The rock, the patient kindness of this man won Dan's confidence, and led by.

Him, he began to climb out of the valley of humiliation towards the mountains.

Whence through the clouds, one can catch glimpses of the celestial city where they're all true pilgrims sooner or later turn their wistful eyes and stumbling feet.

There were many backslidings, many struggles with.

Giant despair and fiery Apollon, many heavy hours when life did not seem worth living and Mason's escape the only hope.

But through all the grasp of a.

Friendly hand, the sound of a brother's voice the unquenchable desire to atone for.

The past by a better future and win the right to see home again.

Kept poor Dan to his.

Great task as the old year drew.

To its end and the new waited.

To turn another leaf in the book whose hardest lesson he was learning.

Now at Christmas he yearned so for.

Plumfield that he devised a way to send a word of greeting to cheer.

Their anxious hearts and comfort his own.

He wrote to Mary Mason, who lived.

In another state, asking her to mail the letter he enclosed in it.

He merely said he was well and.

Busy, had given up the farm, and.

Had other plans, which he would tell later.

Would not be home before autumn probably.

Nor right often, but was all right.

And sent love and Merry Christmas to everyone.

Then he took up his solitary life again and tried to pay his forfeit.

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