Cañon City record., 1904-02-18

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 a new hat and n 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 he 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 bis life In
such place as PlattvIlle. but he found
himself doing II. and II was no grest
happiness to him that the Hon. kedge
Holloway OF Amo. whom the Herald's
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 dictn-
tor produce a perceptibly enliyening ef'
feet upon the young man. The years
drifted very slowly. and to him II 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. dcnl-
zens OF Six Crossroads. seven milcs
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 realizatio
that there had been u man in his class
at college whose ambition needed no
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 n buggy came creak.
ing toward him, gray with dust. old
and frayed like the fat, shaggy gray
mare that drew 1t, her unchecked. de.
spondent head lowering before her.
while her incongruous tail waved In
cessantly. like the banner OF storming
party. The editor did not hear the
dop OF the mares hoofs nor the sound
Of the wheels. so deep was his rev.
erie, till the vehicle was nearly oppo-
site him. The red faced and perspir-
ing driver drew rein. and the Journal.
list looked up and waved n long white
hand to him In greeting.
"Howdy do. Mr. Harkiessg'' called
the man In the buggy. "Soakin' in the
weather. lie spoke In shouts. though
neither was hard OF hearing.
Yes, just soaking" answered Hark-
less. ITS such n gypsy day. How IL
Mr.. BowlderT''
I'm givin' good satisfaction. thank
you, and all at home. She's In town.
Give Mrs. Bowlder my regards"
said the journalist. comprehendlng the
symbolism. How is unrtleyf"
The farmers honest face shaded over
for second Hes ben steady ever
sence the night you brought him home.
six weeks straight. I'm kind OF both
cred about tonorrow-he wants to come
In for show day. and seems II hadn't
any call to say no. I reckon he'll have
to take his chnncc-nnd rs too. Seems
more like we'd have TO let him. long n
we got him not to come ln last night
for Kedge Hniloway's lecture NJ the
courthouse. Say. how'd that lecture
strike youl You give kedge II mighty
fine send-or TO the audience In your In.
PRODUCTION. but ! noticed you spoke OF
him as "A thinker without sayin' what
kind. l didn't know you was as eau