The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1904-04-21

and unarmed. Their nerve was gone.
They were shaken and afraid, and, to
employ figure somewhat inappropri-
ate to their sullen, glad surrender, they
tell upon his neck in their relief at
finding the law touching them They
had no wish to hear "John Browns
Body" again. They wanted to get in
side of strong Jail and to throw them
selves on the mercy of the court as soon
as possible. And those whom Harkless
had not recognized made no delay in
giving themselves up. They did not
wish to remain in Six Crossroads. Bob
Skillet, Force johnson and one or two
others needed the care of a physician
badly, and one man was suffering
from a severely wrenched back. Hor-
ner had train stopped at crossing
so that his prisoners need not be taken
through Plattville, and he brought
them all safely to Rouen.
1t took nearly week to persuade the
people of Plattville that it was better
for them to go home, and it was only
the confidence inspired by the manner
OF the two eminent surgeons (they Law
In wait at all hours to interview these
gentlemen that did persuade them to
return-this and the promise Of two
daily bulletins.
AS many of them said on their re-
turn, Plattville didn't feel like the same
place." and a strange thing had hap
pened-for the first time in five years
the Carlow County Herald missed fire
altogether. Tuesday, Thursday and
Saturday passed. Mr.. Fisbee only sat
staring out of the dingy Office Win
dows with Parker in a demented 81
lence. There was no Herald; there
was no one to get it out.
In the Rouen hospital John HAIRLESS
feebly moved on his bed of pain. His
constant delusion was that the uni
verse was a vast, white heated brass
bell and he point at the center of it,
listening, listening for years, to the
brazen hum it gave off and burning
In hot waves Of sound.
Finally he came to what he would
have considered a lucid interval had
1t not appeared that Helen Sherwood
was whispering to Tom Meredith at
the foot of his bed. This he knew to
be fictitious presentation Of his fever,
FOR was she not by this time away and
away for foreign lands? And also Tom
Meredith was a slim young thing and
not a middle aged youth with an I'M
deniable stomach and baldish head
who by the preposterous necromancy
of fever assumed grotesque likeness
OF his old friend. He waved his hand
to the figures, and they vanished like
Pigments of dream; but, all the same,
the vision had been realistic enough
for the lady to look exquisitely pretty.
No one could help wishing to stay in
world which contained as charming
picture as that.
But the next night Meredith waited
near his bedside, haggard and DISNEY
eled. HAIRLESS had been lying in a
long stupor. Suddenly he spoke, quite
loudly, and the young surgeon, Gay,
who leaned over him, remembered the
words and the tone all his life.
"Away-and away-across the wa
ters,' said John HAIRLESS. "She was
here-once-in June.''
what is it, John?" whispered Mere
dith husllily. you're feeling easier,
aren't you?'
And John smiled a little, as if, for
the moment, he saw and knew his old
friend again.
That same night friend of Rodney
McCune's sent a telegram from Rouen:
''He is dying. His paper is dead.
Your name goes before convention in
September