Cañon City record., 1904-02-18

Something will happen to you all
right! broke out McCune. You can
bank on that. you black
Come" the editor interrupted not
unpleasantly. why should there be
anything personal in all this? | don't
recognize you as my private enemy
not at all-and think you are getting
off rather easily. aren't you? You keep
out of politics and everything will be
comfortable. You ought never to have
been in ii. you see. It's mistake not
to go square, because in the long run
somebody is sure to give you away.
like the fellow who sent me these.
You promise to hold to strictly pri-
vate lifeI'
You're a traitor to the party" groan.
ed the other; but you only watt
The editor smiled sadly. wait moth
ing! Don't threaten. man. Go home to
your wife. I'll give you three to one
she'll be glad you are out Of It"
I'll give you three to one" said Nc
Cune, that the White Caps will get
you il you stay in Carlow. You want
to look out for yourself. tell you. my
smart boy
Good day, Mr.. McCune." was the
answer. Let me have your note OF
withdrawal before you leave town this
afternoon" The young man paused
moment, then extended his hand as he
said: Shake hands. won't you? IL
haven't meant to be too hard on you.
hope things viii seem easier and gay
er to you before long, and if-if any
thing should turn up that can do for
you in a private way III be very glad.
you know. Goodby."
The sound of the Herald's victory
went over the state. The paper came
out regularly. The townsfolk bought
1t. and the farmers drove In for It. Old
subscribers came back. Old advertis-
ers renewed. The Herald began to sell
in Amo. and Gaines county people sub
scribed. Carlow folk held up their
heads when journalism was mentioned.
Presently the Herald announced a news
connection with Rouen. and with that
and the aid Of patent insides' began
an era Of three issues week. appear
ing on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Satur-
days. The Plattville brass band sere-
naded the editor.
regime OF the Herald the working force
of the paper received an addition. One
night the editor found some barroom
loafers tormcnting patriarchal old
man who had magnificent head and
grand white beard. He had been
thrown out OF saloon, and he was
drunk with the drunkenness of three
weeks steady pouring. He propped
himself against wall and reproved
his tormentors in Latin. I'm walking
your way. Mr.. Fisbee." remarked the
journalist. hooking his arm into the old
mans Suppose we leave our friends
here and go home"
Mr. Fisbee was the one inhnbitant of
the town possessing an unknown past.
and a glamour OF romance was thrown
about him by the gOssips. who agreed
that there was dark, portentous So
cret in his life, an opinion not too well
conhrmed by the old mans appearance.
His fine eyes had habit OF wandering
to the horizon. and his expression was
mild. vague and sad. lost In dreams
AT the first glance one guessed that
his dreams would never be practicable
In their application, and some such i'm
preston of him was probably what
caused the editor of the Herald 10 nick
name him. In his own mind. "the White
Knight
MIR. Fisbee. coming to Plattville from
nobody knew where, had taught In the
high school for ten years. but he proved
quite unable to refrain from lecturing
to the dumfounded pupils on archr
ology. neglccting more and more the