Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1894-09-27

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People Would Come rt All Hours.
| And Dusenberry didn't blush. "After
| being dunned in this open and Often
sive way / shall not pay you one cent"
You won't, won't you? Well see to-
morrow"
60 away. 1 do not know you"
"Ha, ha! That's good. You'll make
my acquaintance in the courts, then,
soon"
go to the devil" You see, was
| getting up Il reputation for rudeness
as well as for immortality for Dusen-
berry, and now l had precipitated him
into lawsuit.
Presently l found that I was growing
tired, for Dusenbcrry must have been
up late on the night before. And it
seemed to me then that l had enough
of my present form. / began to rnlnk
strongly of home, of my comfortable
bed, Of my BATH of my cool. fresh lin
en- in the locker. Yes, 1 would go there
but first / would go to the hotel, get
myself and leave Dusenberry asleep
the boot room.
entered the hotel looked at the regis
ter and requested to be taken to room
"a
That's where Mr.. Ferguson was put
isn't it?'
Yes"
"Well. he's gone.
WHAT
He sobered up just a little while
ago"
How dare you say that he has Sob
cred up? He was no more drunk than
1 am"
Excuse me, but you are quite sure
that your breath-however-'
The cordials the fatigue! Had been
getting Dusenberry drunk?
You are sure he has gomez
II saw him leave half an hour ago."
Good night" And 1 strobe from
that place in an agitation of soul that
ought to have turned Dusenberry's
hair gray. l had left that place I'M
guarded. 1 was now, most likely
walking around the streets of that
city, perhaps in the vilest slums, a
prey to villainy and accident, crea-
ture without n mind, deaf, blind, I'M
feeling! What would-what had-be
come Of me? Suppose l We're at the
bottom of the river at this moment,
and should be doomed to occupy the
interior body that l lived in at pres
emit Despair! Suppose that Dusen-
berry's personality and suppose that
while I was asleep he should succeed
in doing it. Again, despair! 1 might
be MANNED or crushed; my clothes
might at this moment be in the pos
SESSION of a gang of corner loafers who
would pawn them on the morrow for
beer. obliging me to lie perdu in the
friendly screen of coal yard until
night fell again, and l was enabled
to steal home without exciting COM
ment. 1 rushed aimlessly from street
to street making Dusenberry puff as
l did so, for some minutes before |
could form any plan of action, the
dread Of being permanently locked in
with DuSenberry, in his now hated
form, driving me almost mad. l went
to the nearest police station and in
Quired if anything had been seen of a
tall, good-looking man Of 81, dressed
in excellent taste and of polished de-
meanor, who had left the D. hotel
while suffering from the effects of Il
sunstroke.
I'm October" asked the sergeant,
lifting his brows.
"Oh-ah-well, it was something like
it."
well. we amt seen nothin' of i'm.
See?'
l left the place in new frenzy. On
reaching a dark and lonely street
sat on the curbstone and tried to weep,
but tn ere We're no tears in DuSenberry,
and l had to give it up. All this time
| had a vague sense of relation to my
old self that kept from utter loss of
hope. l rendered that during my
| ardent wish to be at home n vivid pic
ture, almost like 4 sensation, of my
! self going in that direction, acompan-
! led the thought. How it, after all,
had retained enough power over my
unconscious self to cause it to make
the journey? l rushed away in the di-
rection of my fiat, and arrived at the
door in a bewilderment of hope and
fear The clock struck 3, as / turned
| the corner. What night it had been
/ felt in my pocket for my key. Chump
that | was! / had only Dusenberry' S
key. / knew that if l broke into the
house / was liable to get Dusenberry
shot and also arrested, and | did not
want to go as far as that with him, sc
/ resolved on an eXpedient hardly less
bold; / rang.
Somebody was up and moving about
the place. oh, if it could only be-if
dare hope-I bent all my thought tC
it. In three minutes the knob ratified
the door swung open. Dim as the light
was, there was no installing the figure
that stood there. 1t was myself
Saints be praised!' he cried. II die
get there ahead of myself, after ALL
The figure in the doorway stood still
gazing straight into the dark with
fshy, unseeing eyes, and breathing
heavily, like one who walks in his
sleep. Listening at the stair foot
could hear no sound except the snoring
Of the man on the third floor. The ar
rival Of this automaton Of myself had