THE SPORT OF THE GODS
the right to crow to its heart's satisfaction. He said only, "You want to see your wife, of course?"
Berry had forgotten Fannie, and for the first time his heart thrilled within him at the thought of seeing her again.
"I ain't hyeahed f'om my people fu' a long time. I did n't know what had become of 'em. How's Kit an' Joe?"
"They're all right," was the reply. Skaggs couldn't tell him, in this the first hour of his freedom. Let him have time to drink the sweetness of that all in. There would be time afterwards to taste all of the bitterness.
Once in New York, he found that people wished to see him, some fools, some philanthropists, and a great many reporters. He had to be photographed—all this before he could seek those whom he longed to see. They printed his picture as he was before he went to prison and as he was now, a sort of before-and-after-taking comment, and in the morning that it all appeared,
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