Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1905-03-21

ly. by and by standing forth in the
dead mans shoes and corduroys. ap-;
pareled completely from head to heel. 4
In the pockets Of the garments he
found many things. A silver cigar
clipper, cigar case. seal purse con-
tanning $500 in bills, card case. a key,
sing, pen-knife and q magnificent
gold watch, fob and seal.
His mud-splashsd, brier-torn gar
msnts he left on the chair in lieu Of
the corduroys. disturbing nothing that
had been his own. Reckoned dollar
for dollar he was leaving twice the
amount in valuables that he was talk
ing. !.
I'm stepping from one life into an
other" he said to himself. there must
be fair exchange. But this is better
than fair. I leave with him more
personal property than appropriate
and q better reputation than he has to
give. I am an innocent man believed
to be guilty, while he is guilty, but
supposed to be innocent. His limo
cence must shield me while work out
my own salvation"
Standing beside the bunk, Darrell
gave the calm face and stony, staring
eyes long farewell look. McCloud
was. young man to have stepped
aside" 50 early In the game Of life.
He had come west to live down mis-
deeds of the east. There was nothing
strange in that, for many man had
done likewise.
But he had relatives. near ones and
dear friends, ENTHUSIASTICALLY. no
doubt. Darrell sighed and closed the
lids over the staring eyes. He longsd
% cover the young face, with It's evil
dence Of suffering, but he dared do no
more.
Circumstances had placed Darrell In
his present unpleasant plight. From
now on he must pay due regard to CIR
them well.
Moodily he paced the confines Of the
hut, the fgurative terms of the doc
tors letter running through his brain.
Gradually his face grew rapt and &C.
static.
He could add something to the
tragic circumstances. under which the
body would be found. In a moment
he had dropped down at the table.
Tearing yellow scrap from the pa
per bag that had contained the lunch
con, he fumblsd through the unaccus-
toned pockets until he had found q
pencil
Then he Nrota:
Flight Of star. or shivering beam
Failing athwart tho storm-cloud't
wrack,
Follow and md il it truth or dream.
| Lamp Of the vods or . glow-worm'i
| track.
| N. D.
He was not poet-he could not la!
that nattering JUNCTION to. his soul. 4
poet Il not man who feels but
man who can write what All men feel.
This Quatrain was as Bar as Darre
could come to analyzing. In words. tn
emotions Of the mome,lt. McClou'
had gone into the unkn. Dwn Of deaf
while this other fugitive was steerin
towards the unknown in life.
Over the head Of the bunk Dare
left his verse. impaling 1t on slive
Of wood. Then he packed McCloud'
belongings In the trave hing bag an
started from the hut. At TIN, door b
paused and turned, his eyes on til
still form in the bunk.
II leave you here, Nathan barrel,
he said. IAN innocent, we'll: mAanin
man who Jared i'll at the haRis {
others and who triad to be honest b,
could not be honorable. Now let ,
see how well Juntua McQloud retrieve
himself"
Half an hour later he was ridiH,
through the gray dawn, mounted OF
the calico cayuse and with the oil,
travelling bag fast at the sadd.e-can
tie.