Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1891-08-07

III hlIno pail and |, not having anv snort
at all, returned to shore and ia the ba,7so
where we had all found lodging. We
were down In the mouth and somewhat
put out by General Harrison's flank
movement, and the doctor opened his
grlpSack and produced a real bottle az
ieal champagne, which we sucked drv
IN the generals absence
lhere We're a few struggling bouses Of
the place, and small country store il,
winch could be found something in every
me otrolllng around alone that after
noon, met native who addressed me
Ianlharly as Myers did not correct
hlm' and when we went into the store
Tue man there also called me Mr.. Myers.
ana when left them they both had no
oouot they knew me and that my name
was Myers.
mat evening Rev. George Beecher
and his wife and mother. and all his
! oo8s and guns, arrived at our lodging
house, and from him learned that the
pralrle chicken shooting was as good as
1 the duck shooting, and | determined to
Try 1t the next morning early | found
man who knew the country and had
morse, wagon and dog He agreed
TO take me out. But before concluded
with him asked him if he knew where
MI Myers lived He said that he had
never seen the man that he knew of. but
ne knew that man by that name lived
IN cabin some SIX miles back in the
woods. He said that we would pass
over some line prairie going in that di-
recuon, and we arranged to go.
That evening, while DR.. Kimball was
chatting in another room with Harrison,
Lockwood and the Beecher family, |
took the empty champagne bottle, filled it
with water, drove in the cork, tied it
with Irvine from guncase and then
= pressed over it some tlnfoil which took
OFF from package Of cigarettes. then
took out the doctors only remaining bot
tie Of real champagne and put the harm
less water in its place. The wine hid
In my kit for use the next day.
We were off long before daylight, and
spent a pleasant morning in beating the
prairie. We bagged a number Of birds
! We travelled toward the residence of Mr..
Myers, and about noon reached it. 1t
was log cabin of three rooms, one Of
which looked like the summer camp of q
gentleman. There were guns and traps,
boots and books, cigar boxes and some
old magazines lying about in careless
confusion We found a woman in
charge, and an old man who seemed to
be nearing the shore line
! asked the old fellow if Mr.. MYERS
was at home, and ne replied only by a
quizzical look and an idle wave Of the
hand. But the woman eyed me from
head to foot and disappeared hastily
The old man thought | was Myers him
self with different clothes on, but the
woman took me to be his twin brother
Presently M. Myers himself appeared.
1t is not worth while to describe him
| Whoever has seen me has seen him, and
after that no one viii doubt that he APP
peared well and behaved better Ac-
cording to the custom Of country people,
he gave us the best entertainment the
house could furnish, and appreciated
with zest the favor Of cigar which |
was able to offer him After dinner,
while we were lingering on the bench
by the old cabin door, bethought me Of
my stolen wine and proposed that he
join me in a post prsndial glass, which
tasted very well out Of a brace Of tin
cups
/ When good flow Of good feeling had
been established by the cheering wine
and by our pleasant conversation, l tried,
as adroitly as could, to draw Mr.. Myers
out. He did not seem to be suspicious,
nor at all reticent, but seemed most Of
all to enjoy friendly meeting, no mat
ter how short, with a person nearer his
own level than those with whom his life
was spent. He told me that he had lived
in the cabin for two years, doing moth
ing but passing the time He amused
himself at fishing and hunting, reading
and sleeping. In the summer time the
i members of a shooting club came up to
Puckaway, and he spent day now and
then in their congenial society. His
long winters, however, were tedious and
desolate enough, and did not fail to ex-
tort from HIM that the reason why he
endured them was because he had be-
come soured, and was disguised with
the world and had turned his back on it.
When | thought it safe to venture it,
the conversation suddenly took this
turn:
Murray, you ought not to bury
! yourself in the woods like this
He with look Of mingled alarm and
surprise)-Murray, did you say?
Yes; and to give it all | might say
Charles Wilson Murray, alias Myers.
! He-Who are you and what are you
after?
Il am nobody in particular, and
am after nothing.
! Heidi | ever meet you in Philadel-
phia?
Never; never saw you before to-
day.
! He-Did you come out here on pur-
pose to see me?
Yes. | was mistaken for you in
the village yesterday, and wanted to
see what you looked like.
He-How did you get my name?
IL was once before mistaken for you,
and was arrested in Consequence. | was
confronted by three ladies and charged
with theft, but the charge was made
i only to secure my arrest. They wanted
me, or rather you-not anything which
they thought they had lost.
He Three ladies! Two elderly ladies
and one about twenty-five?
Yes They called themselves Mrs.
Seymour. Miss Susan Undertake and
Mrs. Murray, your wife.
He-My mother-in-law, Mrs. Seymour;
nv Aunt Sue-bless her old sOul-and
r.nnnr,l R11t FOR the sake of mercy,