CanÌƒon City record. [volume] (CanÌƒon City, Colo.) 1883-192?, 1904-02-18

against a post. gazing dIeamiiy at III
murky red afterglow in the west.
"What's the use Of tryin' TO both
him with it, old Tom asked him'"it
He'd only laugh" He noted tlia
young William Todd. the drug. b,c'
and wall paper clerk. sat near the ed
itor. whiting absently. Martin chuc
killed.. Williams turn tonight" hr
murmured We'll. the boys II TAX"
care of him." He locked the doors of
the Emporium. tried them and dropped
the keys in his pocket.
As he crossed the square to the drug
store. where his cronies awaited him.
he turned again TO look at the figure oi
the musing journalist He ought 10 20
out there" he said and shook Lis ae:id
sadly. Il don't reckon Piattville's any
too spry for that young man. Five
years he's ben here. Well. its good
thing for us. but guess 1t amt e..Hct-
iy high life for him" He kicked sick
,ut of his way impatiently. Now.
where'd that imp run to:" he gTuu-
bled
The imp was lying under the court
house steps. When the sound of Mar
tins footsteps had passed away she
crept cautiously from her hiding place
and stole through the ungroomed grass
to the fence opposite the hotel. Here
she stretched herself fiat in the weeds
and took from the tangled masses of
her hair, where 1t was tied with a
string. a rolled up. crumpled slip of
greasy paper. With this in her fingers
she lay peering under the fence. her
fierce eyes fixed unwinkingly on the
editor of the Herald.
The street ran fiat and gray in the
slowly gathering dusk straight TO the
western horizon. where the sunset EN-
bers Were strewn in long, glowing. dark
red streaks The maple trees We're
clean cut silhouettcs against the pale
rose and pearl tints of the sky above.
and a tenderness seemed to Skinner in
the air. The editor often vowed TO him
self he would watch no more sunsets
in Plattville He thought they We're
making him morbid Could he have
shared them It would have been diff
fcrpnf
His long. melancholy face grew lon
ger and more melancholy in the twi-
light. while William Todd patiently
whitfield near by. Plattville had often
discussed the editors habit of silence.
and possibly the reason Mr.. Harkless
was such a quiet man was that there
was nobody for him TO talk to; but his
bearers did not agree. for the popula
ton of Carlow county was a thing Of
pride. being greater than that Of sew
eral bordering counties
A bent figure came slowly down the
street. and William Todd hailed ii
cheerful,y. Evening. Mr.. Fisbee."
"A good evening. Mr.. Todd an
swered the old man, pausing. "Ah. Mr.
Harkless. was looking for you" He
had not seemed to be looking for any
thing beyond the boundaries of his own
dreams. but be approached Harkless.
tugging neryously at some papers in
his pocket Il have completed my notes
for our Saturday edition. II was quite
easy. sir. There is much doing"
Thank you. Mr.. Fisbee." said Hark
less ns he took the manuscript. Have
you flushed your paper on the earlier
Christian symbolism | hope the Her
aid may have the honor of printing IL"
This was a form they used.
Il shall be the recipient Of honor,
sir" returned Fisbee. Your kind offer
will speed my work; but l fear, Mr..
Harkless. very much fear, that your
kindness alone prompts it. for, deeply
as desire II. | cannot truthfully say
that my essays appear TO increase our
circulation" He made an odd. trou-
bled gesture as be went on; They do
not seem TO read them here. although
haf h.s ar.a-
fully reperuses my article on Chaldean
decoration whenever he rearrances his
exhibition windows" He plodded on a
few PAGES, then turned irresolutely.
What is il. Fisbeeg' asked Harkless,
FIsbee stood for a moment as though
about to speak: then he smiled family.
shook his head and went his way.
Harkless waved his hand to him In
farewell and. drawing a pencil and
pad from his pocket. proceeded to In
jure his eyes In the waning twilight by
the editorial pcrusal OF the items his
stan had just left In his hands, He
glanced over them mcditatively. max
ing alterations here and there.
The last one Fishee had written as
follows:
Mis-. cntENReu u NNetNAAs NC
Rriscoe knew at the Misses Jennings fn-
ishine school In New York. is a guest OF
Judge Briscoes household.
Fisbee's items were written in Ink.
There was blank space beneath the
last AT the bottom of the page some
thing had been scribbled in pencil.
Harkless vainly tried TO decipher IL;
but the twilight had fallen too deep.
and the writing was too faint. so he
struck match and held It close to the
paper. The action betokencd only a
languid interest But when he caught
sight OF the first OF the four subscrib-