Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1904-03-03


absent, lost in his few books and his
own reflections. until at last he had
been discharged for incompetency. The
dazed old insn had no money and TO
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
1 to continue his credit at the Palace
bar. and once or twice. unable to pre-
! 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 a new hat and 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 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 a sense OF defeat grew
and deepened When the vistas Of the
world had opened to his first youth he
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
fuence for denomination, nor did the
realization that the editor of the Car
low County Herald had come to be
McCunes 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
I
led an exciting one, but the other citi-
zens Of Carlow did when he undertook
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 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 a
fence rail in Indiana.
Down the pike 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 homogeneous tail waved in
cessantly, like the banner Of storming
party. The editor did not hear the
flop 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
ist looked up and waved long white
hand to him in greeting.
''Howdy' do, Mr.. Harkless" called
the man in the buggy. "Soakin' in the
weather.? He spoke in shouts, though
neither was hard of hearing.
Yes. just soaking" answered Hark-
less. Its such gypsy day. How is
Mr. Bowlder?"
I'm givin' good satisfaction, thank
you, and all at hcme. She's in town."
"Giye Mrs. Bowlder my regards"
said the journalist, comprehending the
symbolism. How Is Hartley"
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 tomorrow-he wants to come
in for show day, and seems If hadn't
any call to say no. reckon he'll have
to take his chance-and us too. Seems
more like we'd have to let him. long as
we got him not to come in last night
for Hedge Halloway's lecture at the
courthouse. Say, how'd that lecture
strike you? You give Hedge a mighty
fine send-o to the audience in your in
PRODUCTION. but l noticed you spoke Of
him as "a thinker without sayin' what
kind. I didn't know you was as eau
tious man as that! OF course know
Hedge is honest
Harkless sighed. "Oh, he's the best
we've got Bowlder."
Yes. 1 presume SO, but" Mr.. Bowl
der broke of suddenly as his eyes
opened in surprise, and he exclaimed: