Morris tribune., 1904-02-20

confirmed l,y 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 to nick
/. name him. in his own mind. 'the White
Knight
/ Mr.. Fisbee. coming to Plattville from
nobody knew where, had taught in the
1 high school for ten years. but he proved
! quite unable to refrain from lecturing
to the dumfounded pupils on archa-
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 WiIkerson.
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-
coed to his own dwelling, spent the
night in a lumber yard piloted thither
by the harder veteran Wilkerson.
The morning after the editor took
him home Fisbee appeared at the Her
aid office in new hat and a decent
suit of black. He had received his sal
airy 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 he started home
from the Office his chief walked with
him, chatting cheerfully. until they
had passed the Palace bar. But Els
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 a 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 to McCune had sent to
Washington. came to depend on his in
duence for denomination. nor did the
realization that the editor of the Car
low County Herald had come to be
McCune's successor as political dict;t-
tor produce i perceptibly enIvenirg 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
zens of, Carlow did when he undertook /
a war against the White Caps. den-
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 ut the little
smoky shadow dance on the white road i
in the June sunshine. On the contrary.
he was occupied with the realization
that there had been a man in his class
at E
restraint, his promise was so great-in
the strong belief Of the university. a be
lief he could not help knowing-and
that seven years to day from his com
mencement this man was sitting on
fence rail in Indiana.
Down the pike a buggy came creak-
ing toward him. gray with dust old
and frayed like the fat shaggy gray
mare that drew it, her unchecked, de-
spondent head lowering before her.
while her incongruous tail waved in
like the banner of a storlning "
party. The editor did not hear the
1op Of the mares hoofs nor the sound
If the wheels so deep was his rev.
erie. till the vehicle was nearly oppo-
ute him. The red faced and perspir-
ng driver drew rein. and the Journal
st looked up and waved long white
land to him in greeting
"Howdy do. Mr.. Harkless?" called
he man in the buggy "Soakin' in the
He spoke in shouts. though
neither was hard of hearing.
Eyes. just soaking" answered Hank
ess ITS such "a gypsy day. How is
NJ. Bowlder?'
I'm givin' good satisfaction. thank
vou. and all at home Shes in town"
,sGive Mrs. Bowlder my regards"
aid the journalist. comprehending the
How is Hartleyt?"
The farmers honest face shaded over
or a second. Hes ben steady over
ence the night you brought him home
TX weeks straight I'm kind Of both
red about tomorrow he wants to cotne
i for show day. and seems il hadn't |
ny call to say no. reckon he'll have
0 take his clance--and us too Seems
more like we'd have tn LOT him in,0 sc