Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1903-03-10

AAAAAsCl1, WHICH occasionally she made
an effort to do, she met with but lit.
tie response.
How different" she said at length
the life of traveller is, the expe-
riences one passes through, from the
lie one takes up on returning home!
l was at first sorely disconnected af,
ter my first year of wandering and
study to come back to so much that
is humdrum and trivial. And YOU.
Mr.. Rossiter; 1 can hardly connect
the happy pilgrim which you evident-
ly were with the--'' She hesitated
for the word with which to complete
her sentence, for she did not wish to
give offense.
with the pole-puller!" he ex-
claimed.
Eyes, with the pole-puller, since you
put it So" she said.
"Why try to connect them?" he
asked. II have felt all the time l
have been talking with you as though
in comparing "reminiscences with you
mine were those of another person"
II have heard it advanced as a
theory that all people pass through
several existences in living one, but
have always regarded that notion as
vagary of the visionary"
ut is a theory to which 1 can
heartily subscribe"
"Well, am inclined to think my
hop-picking experience may convert
me to your view. suppose one gar
ners something from these various
stages, each with it's new set of ex-
periences."
IF it We're only the good that one
gathered, the. agreeable that one re-
callod!"
Isn't that matter of the will, ut
least in part? I'm sure do not mean
to carry away from my hop-picl1ing
existence aught but it's happy
phases"
Rossiter. though looking at her in
the Pickering and dying lantern-light.
for the boughs obscured the moon
beams, and catching the outline of
her delicate profile, the poise of her
head, and the witchery of that stray
ing lock of hair, told himself that
among his gleanings from the hop
fields there would certainly be one
golden memory.
The music ceased suddenly, evident
ly in the midst of measure. There
seemed to be commotion within.
Then Jack Parmelee appeared at the
door, followed by three or four men.
"You go that way, some of you," he
said, pointing towards the upper cor
ner of the kiln; "I'll take the lower
side"
He was off as he spoke, while two
of those who had accompanied him
were quick to do his bidding. A third
followed hard after Parmelee.
II can't imagine what has hap
pened," said Rossiter, "but think it
might be well to go in."
Miss Densmore chung rather ner-
vously to his arm as they walked to
the door of the kiln. Within they
found the dancers gathered in groups,
and Rossiter led Miss Densmore to-
wards those with whom Miss Merton
was standing. She was CHANGING about
her anxiously.
! "Ah, here you are!" she exclaimed,
when she caught sight of her cousin.
There was decided note of relief in
her tone.
"What was it?" asked Rossiter.
"Oh, a horrid creature stuck his
head in at the window over there and
frightened some of u.s." replied Miri-
am, glancing little apprehensively
at her cousin.
Miss Densmore's cheeks grew all at
once unwontedly pale.
"1'm thankful was not here" she
said. with little, forced laugh.
Rossiter excused himself and has
tened to the door. Without, half q
dozen of the more curious men had
collected. AS Rossiter joined them
there rose the sound of struggle
below the kiln, and they, heard Jack
Parmelee's voice, loud and stern. All
moved hastily in the direction from
which 1t proceeded. AS they gained
the corner they made out three men
approaching, followed closely by two
others. One Of those in advance was.
Parmelee. He was gripping the man
next him by the shoulder and wrist,
while this individual was held in
similar fashion by the one walking
upon the other side. An intuition
had told Rossiter that the cause of
the commotion was "Whiskers,," and
his intuition was correct. The cap
tive whom Parmelee and his compan-
ion were marching between them was
none other than Hart Dawson, and
more like wild animal he looked
than human being.
The group Of which Rossiter was a
member parted, allowing the two
men and their prisoner to pass.
"You will come snoopin' around
scarin' honest folk, will you, you
hairy ape!" Parmelee was saying.
1.-THE place for you and all like you,
is the jug and an alfred pity it is
we can't spare the time to take you
there, But I've little medicine