The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1902-05-01

And And he was right, as usual, for Lis
could the confederate be discovered.
After brief period of search the
citizens went their several ways.
Guy and Pettibone turned in the
direction of the hotel. While
sauntering leisurely along, discuss
sing the incidents of the morning,
Sampson passed them. The printer
was going to the post Office to get
the Colonel's mail and he had his
hands in his pockets and was
whistling Justify. Any one with half
an eye could have seen that he was
very well satisfied with himself.
II want word with Sampson in
private, Pettibone," said Guy. evil
you wait here a moment while l
overtake him?" ~ ...E..
"Going to put up job to give me
the sslip?" inquired the sheriff with
wink. ~s t.2~
II hadn't thought of such thing"
"All right, 60 on
Guy called to Sampson and over
took him a dozen yards ahead.
''There is one man in this town,
Sampson" remarked Guy, "who
knows all about your dealings with
the Harmony people, ~
The printers jaw dropped and a
troubled look shot athwart his
freckled face
"What's that?" he mumbled,
Guy repeated his words and Samp-
son cast an apprehensive glance be-
hind him.
"What are you trying to get at,
any how?" he demanded, putting on
bold front.
| iii tell you in moment. But
for combination of unusual cir
cumstances that came to my aid,
you'd have got me into a peck of
trouble Monday night. I have the
note you wrote to ,Vlandingham.
You made a mistake when you used
the back of an old sheet of copy. I
have identified that copy with a
printed leader in the Blizzard and
the circumstantial evidence against
you is complete.'
The red faded out of SIMPSONS
face and left it sickly white. His
frightened chances focused upon the
sheriff for an instant, and then re-
turned to Guy.
81 know" went on Guy, shat you
assisted Col. Dingle to get out of
that closet in the hotel and I think
that you are also the confederate
who helped Barney to make his es-
cape"
Sampson moistened his dry lips
with his tongue.
I'm not saying a word about any
thing he observed, finally. "What
are you going to do about it?'
II am merely going to advise you
to stop the ira ficking with the enemy
If I promise not to turn you over to
Pettibone and tell the Concord people
what you have done, will you be a
good citizen after this?''
Sure" was the printers prompt
reply. He was greatly relieved and
showed it. "I'll do more than that and
give you this letter right now instead
| of sneaking into the hotel and Slip
ping it under the door of your room
as was going to do, after went to
the post Office" Sampson took a
square, pink envelope from the breast
of his coat and handed it to Guy.
acknowledgements hired man brought
that over to me at IL o'clock last hight.
He said he couldn't deliver it himself,
as the sheriff was sleeping with one
eye open in front of your room door
and he wanted me to slip it into your
hands,"
Guy looked at the superscription of
the missive. The chirography was
graceful and distinctly feminine Of
course he did not know who the letter
was from, but he could imagine, and
his eyes frightened and his face
flushed.
cts good thing you're going to
keep still about me- grinned Samp-
son. I'm not the only fellow who has
enemy"
He went away chuckling, while Guy
dropped the note quickly into his
breast pocket and waited for the sher-
if to rejoin him.
Didn't he give you something's"
queried Pettibone, as they walked on.
Nothing of much Importance" an
swered Guy.
The sheriff was thoughtful for a
space and then asked abruptly:
"Did you ever see duel, Mr.. Her.
bert?"
"What kind of a duel?'
Zone of the old-fa shioned blood-and-
thunder kind. Guess you know about
as much how they did it as do. It's
in defiance of the law and I suppose
I'll have to go out and linger around
even if don't do anything. You can
have your choice between. being
locked up while am gone, or going
with me-"
"I'll go with you, Pettibone."
"That's sensible. We may have a
little fun incidentally. Read that"
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