The Newark journal., 1905-03-03

Bar boys were saved a bad job that might have looked ugly for them be- fore they got through"
 They'd have lynched Darrel if they had caught him. :"
 Wouldn't they though? They'd have hung him highef'n Haman an, tween you an me, it would have been good enough fer i'm
 That's where you're wrong" said the youth. warmly; no mob ever yet had a moral right to lynch a man
 Oh, shucks!!
 And fl the Sandy Bar boys had been able to carry out their Iawless de- signs they'd have hung a man whose guilt had yet to be proved. "
 You're plum crazy." declared the proprietor
 Where the discussion would have led the two is problematical Just then the Chinaman walked through the of flee with his song.
 "Breakfus teddy, he announced, and began hammering out the alarm in front of the door.
 When Darrel sat down at the table the proprietor posted himself at the dining-room entrance and watched him ominously. The fugitive's identity was not suspected, but the proprietor had heard of the extra plate-eleaning the day before and wanted to see if the insult would be re.eated.
 It was not Darrel made a half movement to take the plate from the table, but dropped ii again after quick glance at the man in the door way.
 The food was brought on, Darrel be- gan to eat and the proprietor went away with a grim smile. Breakfast over, Darrel asked for sheet of paper and an envelope.
 In a few moments he had written the following:
 For the Sheriff; If you will call at the old cabin in the coulee to the left of the War Eagle trail. not far from the mine, you will find some ! thing that will interest you.
 He did not sign the communication, but put it into the envelope, sealed it and addressed it to "The Sheriff. on his way back to Anaeonda," and left it with the proprietor for delivery When he rode away from the tavern Darrel was reassured. His new per sonality had withstood the test and he knew that he could trust it until such time as it ceased to be service able
 But one thing made him uneasy. That was the doubt, now twice ex- pressed, that giant powder could be so comprehensive in it's destructive powers
 To settle his question what could be better than to have the sheriff visit the hut in the coulee? The body of a smooth-faced man would be found, but evidences would be at hand to show that a beard had been removed
 Everything would point to a sudden act of self-destruction. 1t would be supposed that Nate Darrel, overcome with the hopelessness of his case, had done away with himself
 The fact that the fugitive had es- capped the explosion in some remark able way would silence the doubters
 toilOl ti9 DtAOiG HUH Odi lCl iOot iulO Anaconda, turning aside and making for the livery barn nearest the Black foot trail. The hostler came grinning out to receive the horse.
 '"The calico carried you all right, eh?" the man inquired.
 Very we'll indeed How much do owe you for him?"
 The hostler stared
 Why" he answered, you bought him from the old man. Dtl't want to pay for the brute twice, do you?"
 Darrel was quick to take care of the emergency.
 Il mean for his keep he answered, with shade of annoyance. will you keep him here for nothing?"
 You'll have to see the old man about that. He's gone home to dinner now
 Darrel united the traYeling-bag from the cantle and walked ees.a tAe street. He passed the "ColoEelss Own. silent and almost deserted, at that hour, and was soon at the hotel where he had put up during his brief stay in town a short time before.
 How do you do, MT. McCloud," said the clerk, affably. You're a little ahead of schedule, aren't you?"
 "A little"
 q understood you to say you wouldn't be back until tomorrow Two ladies called to see you, this morning, and left a card
 
 handed it over. Mrs. Marian Cor