Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1904-03-30

pairing broth, and they insisted that the
two latter d~elicacies be fed to the pa
tent at once. They were still in ig-
norance of the truth about the Cross
roads and spent the day lit was Sun
day. partly In getting in the way of
the attendants and partly in planning
an assault upon the Rouen Jail for the
purpose of lynching slattery in case
Harkless' condition did not improve at
once. Those. who had heard his state
ment kept close mouths until the story
appeared in full i'll the Rouen papers on
Monday morning. But by that time
every member of the Crossroads White
| Caps was lodged in the Rouen jail with
| Slattery. Homer and a heavily armed
posse rode over to the muddy corners
on Sunday night, and the sheriff dis
covered that he might have taken the
I Skilletts and Johnsons single handed
and unarmed. Their nerve was gone.
They were shaker and astaid, and, to
employ a figure somewhat inappropri-
ate to their sullen, glad surrender, they
fell 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 a strong Jail and to throw them
selves on the mercy Of the court as soon
as possible. And those whom HAIRLESS
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 II man was suffering
from a severely wrenched back. Hor-
ner had a train stopped at q crossing
SO that his prisoners need not be taken
through Piattville, and he brought
them all safely to Rouen.
1t took nearly q week to persuade the.
people Of Plattville that it was better
for them to SO home, and 1t was only
the confidence inspired by the manner
Of the two eminent surgeons (they lay
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
dnyUS with IDar1ya, ip a 1oronntod ct
lence. There was 40 Herald; there
was no one to get it out.
In the Rouen hospital John Harkless
feebly moved on his bed of pain. His
constant delusion was that the uni
verse was a vast, white heated brass
listening, listening for years, to the
brazen hum 1T gave off and burning
in hot waves of sound.
Finally he came to what he would
have considered u lucid interval had
it not appeared that Helen Sherwood
was whispering to Tom Meredith at
the foot of his bed. This he knew to
be Il fictitious presentation of his fever,
for was she not by this time away and
away for foreign lands? And also Tom
Meredith was 4 slim young thing and
not a middle aged youth with an IN
deniable stomach and a baldish head
who by the preposterous necromancy
of fever assumed u grotesque likeness
of his old friend. He waved his hand
to the figures, and they vanished like
Pigments of a 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
a world which contained us charming
q picture as that.
But the next night Meredith waited
near his BEDSIDE. haggard and dishev.