Courier Democrat., 1904-08-11
and glamour Of romance was thrown
about him BY the gossips. who agreed

and glamour Of romance was thrown
about him by the gossips, who agreed
that there was dark, portentous Sc
cret in his life, an opinion not too well
confirmed by the old mans appearance.
His fine eyes had a 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 to nick
name him. in his own mind. "the White
Knight"
Mr.. 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 archie
ology neglecting more and more the
ordinary courses Of instruction, grow
ing year by year more forgetful and
| absent. lost in his few books and his
own reflections. until at last he had
been discharged for incompetency. The
dazed old man had no money and no
way to make any. One day he dropped
| in at the hotel bar, where WilkersOn.
the professional drunkard. favored him
with his society. The old man under
stood. He knew it was the beginning
Of the end He sold his books in order
to continue his credit at the Palace
bar, and once or twice, unable to pro-
ceed to his own dwelling, spent the
| night in 81 lumber yard, piloted thither
by the harder veteran Wilkerson.
The morning after the editor took
him bone Fisbee appeared at the Her.
aid Office in new hat and decent
suit of black. He had received his sal
ary in advance, his books had been re-
purchased and he had become the re-
portorial staff of the Carlow County
Herald; also he was to write various
treatises for the paper. For the first
few evenings when be started home
from the Office his chief walked with
him, chatting cheerfully. until they
had passed the Palace bar. But Fis-
bees redemption was complete.
The editor of the Herald kept stead
lily at his work, and as time went on
the bitterness his predecessors swindle
had left in him passed away. But his
loneliness and sense of defeat grew
and deepened. When the vistas of the
world had opened to his first youth he
had not thought to spend his life in
such place as Plattville. but he found
himself doing it, and it was no great
happiness to him that the Hon. Hedge
Holloway Of Amo. whom the Herald's
opposition tc McCune had sent to
Washington, Came to depend on his in
fuence for denomination nor did the
realization that the editor of the Car
low County Herald had come to be
McCune's successor as political dicta-
tor produce perceptibly enlivening eff
feet upon the young man. The years
drifted very slowly, and to him it SEEM
ed that they went by while he stood far
aside and could not even see them
move. He did not consider the life he
led an exciting one, but the other citi-
zens of Carlow did when he undertook
a war against the White Caps. deni-
zens of Six Crossroads, seven miles
west of Plattville. The natives were
much more afraid Of the White Caps
than he was. They knew more about
them and understood them better than
he did
There was no thought of the people
Of the Crossroads in his mind as he sat
on the snake fence staring at the little
smoky shadow dance on the white road
In the June sunshine On the contrary.
he was occupied with the realization
that there had been a man in his class
at college whose ambition needed no
restraint. his promise was so great-in
the strong belief of the university. be-
Lief he could not help knowing-and
that seven years to day from his com.
mencement this man was sitting on q
fence rail In Indiana.
Down the pike . buggy came creak.
Ing toward him. nay with dust old