Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1904-05-28

Circumstances had placed Darrell in
his present unpleasant plight From
now on he must pay due regard to cir
and at all times consider
them well.
Modify he paced the confines OF the
hut, the figurative terms of the doc
tors letter running through his brain.
Gradually his face grew rapt and &C.
static.
He could add something to the
tragic circumstances under which the
body would be found In moment
he had dropped down at the table.
Tearing yellow scrap from the pa
per bag that had contained the lunch
con, he fumbled through the unaccus-
toned pockets until he had found q
pencil.
Then he wrote:
Flight of star. or shivering beam
Failing athwart the storm-cloud's
wrack,
Follow and md is IL truth or dream,
Lamp of the gods or glow-worm's
track.
Nd.
He was not a poet--he could not lay
that fiattering JUNCTION to his soul. A
poet is not man who feels but a
man who can write what all men feel.
This quatrain was as near as Darrell
could come to analyzing, In words. the
emotions of the moment. McCloud
had gone into the unknown OF death
while this other fugitive was steering
towards the unknown in life,
Over the head of the bunk Darrell
left his verse, impaling it on silver
of wood. Then he packed McCloud's
belongings in the travelling bag and
started from the hut. At the door he
paused and turned, his eyes on the
still form in the bunk.
II leave you here, Nathan Darrell
he said, an innocent, we'll meaning
man who Jared Ill at the hands of
others and who tried to be honest but
could not be honorable. Now let US
see how we'll Junius McCloud retrieves
himself.
Half an hour later he was riding
through the gray dawn, mounted on
the calico cayuse and with the old
travelling bag fast at the saddle-can-
tie.
CHAPTER X.
Darrell AGAIN AT THE HALF WAY
HOUSE.
Darrell tarried for breakfast at the
Half Way house. Here he had the
first opportunity of testing the eff
fectiveness of his disguise.
The shrinking personality Of the
man in corduroys was well assumed.
In dismounting at the stable, Jimmie,
the hostler, wished him brusque
"howdy," then averted his face.
winked at friend standing near by
and thrust his tongue in his cheek.
Dislike was written large in the pro-
prietors face when Darrell entered the
Office. Darrell gave small heed to this
and dropped into chair with his eyes
on second man who happened to be
in the room at that moment.
This man was none other than the
youth whose money Darrell had saved
at Hawkbills and who had so well re-
paid the debt. The young mans keen
glance swept the fugitive then turned
away without the slightest sign of rec
ognition.
1.-THE sheriff went up War Eagle way
last night" said the proprietor, resum-
ing his conversation with the young
man.
with the intention of investigating
the explosion"
~ reckon that's it. He wants to
make out whether the Sandy Bar chaps
told the facts or jest rung In YER
sion of the 'Rabian Nights onto him"
1--WE been up the trail and looked
over the ground and there can't be
the slightest doubt of what happened"
There was an undertone of regret and
sadness in the young mans voice.
"Here's the pint" returned the pro-
prietor, argumentatively. 'Is 1t pos
sible to snake a man off'n the earth
in that a-way?"
Five hundred pounds of dyna-
mite"
II know about that. There amt no
question in my mind but that that
much giant powder 'u'd lay out rigi-
ment, but here: would it wipe out the
remains of regiment, or of even one
man? 1t don't seem sensible. not ter
me-"
There wasn't trace of the wagon
left; and if the wagon was sponged
out SO effeetually why not Darrell"
1t was the same argument used by
Cliff and it was unanswerable.
WELL" was the logged answer. "I'll
alters have my doubts, anyways. One
things sure: Uncle Alb was in luck
ter git jounced out'n the wagon be-
fore the blow-up. an the team was in
luck ter break away from the wagon
an git out o range The sheriff is
comm back this afternoon an then
maybe we'll know more. Wonder who
gets Murgatroyd's thousand dollars?"
1T isn't likely that any one will get
it."
Hardly, that's fact. It was quick
action, don't We think?" The propri-
etor laughed jestingly. 1.-THE Sandy
Bar boys were saved bad Job that