by Mary Synon. Originally Published in Scribner's Magazine 1915. Peter Thorold learns the consequences of being a bounty-jumper! “... While faith, that in the mire was fain to wallow, Returns at last to find The cold fanes desolate, the niches hollow, The windows dim and blind, “And strown with ruins around, the shattered relic Of unregardful youth, Where shapes of beauty once, with tongues angelic, Whispered the runes of Truth.” —From “The Burden of Lost Souls.” On the day before Isador Framberg’s body was brought back to Chicago from Vera Cruz, James Thorold’s appointment as Continue reading