Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1905-04-14
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ton. Not only is barrels double in
the shanty, but they's letters to show
who he is. and shaving things for OAR
rel to fix himself up with, and clothes
for him to wear. and a cayuse for him
to ride. The whole layout couldn't
have been made to order any better,
could 1t, now? It was altogether too
neat, and things don't happen that
way"
Don't you think I'm Nate Darrell"
asked Darrell.
If you are" and the marshal
snapped his lean Jaws, "it's dollars to
dimes you never found no dead man in
no shanty."
Then, how did I get this outflt?"
How, you say? Why, pilgrim, It's
just possible you bush whaeked the
stranger as he was coming along the
trail; laid him out for reasons speci-
ded and which anyone can understand"
Payton had been examining the
ebony-handled revolver taken from
Murgatroyd. Seemingly he paid lit
tie attention to the line of argument
pursued by Merrick.
Il didn't expect to find 1t So" said
the doctor, "but the bullets in this gun
are marked He turned TO the mar
shall. How would that man know
about the marked bullets, Merrick, I'M
less he was Darrell, and did the mark
ing himself?"
Merrick squirmed uneasily. Murga-
troyd, suddenly brought back to his
own situation, paled little and shook
his manacled hands.
What's this for?" he asked. What
have done to be treated like this7"
"You paid Jim Glenn 800 to keep
away from the coroner's jury when his
testimony would have proved Nate
barrels innocence"
This from the doctor, with hard
look.
Docs Glenn say that?" stormed Muir
gatroyd, his swapping black eyes on
his clerk.
Glenn raised trembling hand to his
forehead and began to whimper out an
excuse.
TITS falseS cried Murgatroyd. land
you know it's false. Sturgis was q
friend of mipe-why, he dealt faro for
me in Hawkbtll's!"
Lenyard caught Glenn's eye and
nodded towards the hall. The gesture
was understood and the clerk left the
room with alacrfty.
IF we can prove Glenn's story"
said Lenyard, 1--WE, make it plain that
Darrell did not shoot Sturgis."
''And if you can prove this mans
story" put in the doctor, nodding at
Darrell. you make plain that he is
not McCloud and. therefore,, an inno-
cent and injured man."
Il think we can do So" returned
Lenyard briefly.
A silent anticipation Of some mo-
mentous event fell over the group in
the Office, heightened by the gradual
| approach along the hall of shutting,
painful steps. Then the stroke fell and
brought every man up. standing.
Glenn came in supporting droop-
ing, disheveled form-a piteous specta-
Gle, truly, unshaven, unkempt, ragged
and dust-covered. With his months
growth Of beard, the tottering man re-
sembled Darrell, and Darsel's clothing
heightened the deceptIc b. But the
bearded cheeks were hollow and the
eyes bloodshot.
IA CHART" said Glenn, for the form
had pitched forward as though about
to fall. The clerk held the swsying
man while Darrell pushed chair for
ward and helped, with strange gentle
ness, to lower the man easily into the
seat.
| A racking sob burst from the man
and his head dropped forward into his
shaking hands.
"Who are you?" asked Lenyard in a
plying tone. please tell us who you
are?"
"Junius McCloud," came the almos.
inarticulate response. IL have come
toto give myself up, 1 am the one who
killed Sturgis."