Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1903-10-13

blurted out:
"Beca'se I knowed you would make
fool O. yorese'f an try to pay me out.
Durn it, Alan Bishop, this amt no
business O. yore'n!"
"Pll make it my business" said
Alan. How much is your fine? You
ought to have sent me word
Sent you nothin', Alan Bishop"
growled the prisoner. when I send
| you word to hep me out of a scrape
that whisky got me into, I'll do it after
I've decently cut my throat! l say
when you've plead with me like you
have to quit the durn stuffv
At this point of the conversation Jeff
| Dukes, man of medium size, dressed
In dark blue uniform, with a nickel
plated badge shaped like shield and
| bearing the words Marshal No. e."
came directly toward them from a
stonecutter's shop near by.
Look heer, Bishop" he said dicta-
torially, wizard you git the right to
talk to that MANI"
Alan looked surprised. cam break
| ing the law tooY'
you are eff you hain't got a permit
from the mayor in yore pocket"
well, have no permit" replied
Alan with good natured smile. "Have
you got another ball and chain handy 7"
| The officer frowned Off his inclination
to treat the matter as jest. "You ort
to have more sense than that" he said
crustily. "Pole's put out heer to work
his time out, an eff everybody in town
is allowed to laugh an joke with him
he'd crack about as many rocks as you
or me-"
"You are a durn liar, Jeff Dukes"
said Pole angrily. you are a-makin'
that up to humiliate me furder. You
know no law like that never was en-
forced. Eff l ever git you out in Pea
Vine destrict, I'll knock dent in that
egg shaped head O. yor'n an make
them eyes look two ways fer Sunday.
You know gentleman like Alan Bish-
Op wouldn't notice you under ordinary
circumstances, an so you trump up
that excuse to git his attention"
The two men glared at each other,
but Pole seemed to get the best of that
sort Of combat, for the officer only
growled.
"You can insult man when you
are under arrest" he said, "beca'se you
know am under bond to keep the
peace. But I'm not afeerd Of YOU"
''They tell me you are afeerd o sper-
its, though" retorted the prisoner.
''They tell me little niger boy that
was shot when passle O. skunks went
to whip his daddy fer vagrancy stands
at the foot O. yore bed ever night. Oh,
I know what I'm talkin' about!'
Eyes, you know a lots" said the man
sullenly as his eyes fell.
To avoid encouraging the disputants
further Alan walked suddenly away.
The marshal took willing advantage of
the opportunity and followed him.
Il could make case agin you," he
said, catching up, "but l know you
didn't mean to violate the ordinance"
mo, of course didn't" said Alan,
"but I want to know if that fellow
could be released ii. I paid his fine"
"You are not fool enough to do it, are
you?"
That's what am"
"Have you got the money in yore
pocket?" The officer was laughing, as
If at good joke.
81 have"
"Well'-the marshal laughed again
as he swung his short club round by a
string that fastened it to his wrist
"well, you come with me, an I'll show
you man that wants $50 wuss than
any man know Of don't believe Bill
Barrett has slept a wink sence this
thing happened. He'll be tickled to
death to git off so easy. The town has
deyiled the life out Of him. He don't
go by whar Poles at work. mean,
whar he amt at work-fer Pole yells
at i'm whenever he sees im."
That night when Alan reached home
he sent servant over to tell Mrs. Ba-
ker that Pole was all right and that
he'd be home soon. He had eaten his
supper and had gone upstairs to go to
bed when he heard his name called out.
side. Going to window and looking
out, he recognized Pole Baker stand.
ing at the gate in the clear moonlight
ALAN" he said softly, "come down
heer minute. want to see YOU"
Alan went down and joined him. Fol
moment Pole stood leaning against
the fence, his eyes hidden by his broad
brimmed SLOUGH hat.
did you want to see me, Pole?" Ala1
asked.
Eyes, did," the fellow swallowed
He made motion as if to reach Out
his hand, but refrained. Then he looked
straight into Alan's face.
Il couldn't go to sleep till I'd sale
some'n' to you," he began, with an
other gulp. 81 laid down an made 6
try at it, but 1t wasn't no go. I've go1
to say it. I'm heer to swear that el
God or some'n' else don't show me {
way to pay you back fer what 20,
done today I'll never draw satisfied
breath. Alan Bishop, yo're man
man from yore outside skin to tn
marrow O. yore bones. an eff don
find some way to prove what thin
about you I'll jest burn up! I got int
that trouble as thoughtless as I'd pla.
a prank with my baby, an then the.
2 all come down on me an begun to IT,!
to drive me like a hog out'n a tielt
with rocks an sticks. an the very oil
9 Harry riz in me an defied 'em.
e reckon thar wasn't anything Bill coult