The labor argus. [volume] (Charleston, W. Va.) 1906-1915, 1906-11-08
ICopyrIgAL,I ,U3. by William Wallace Cookl

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pared it line by nne with the deli
cate features of the man in the bunk.
There was 4 striking resemblance.
Who says that fate does not favor
the bold? Or that a mans fortunes are
ever at SO low an ebb she does not
DloW a straw of hope across his path?
Darrel was more than satisfied. a
swim IN the crcc.t and a brisk rub with
q rough towel sent the blood tinglinG
through his bruised and weary limbs
Already he was a different man. But
the transformation was not YET COM
ple.c.
Neatly Numbered linen and fresh
silken undersarments were among the
stores of the old travelling bag. lie
dressed himself slowly and deliberate
~, by and by standing forth in the
dead mans shoes and co~rduroys, APP
parcied completely from head to heel.
In the poc..etS of the garments ne
found many things. A oliver cigar
clipper, 4 cigar case, n seal purse con
tanning $500 in bills, IL card case. Il key
ring, a pen-knifc and a magnificent
gold watch, fob and seal.
His mud-splashed, bricr-torn gar
ments he left on the chair in lien of
the corduroys, disturbing nothing that
had been his own Rccnoncd dollar
for dollar he was leaving twice the
amount in valuabIcS that he was tax
ing.
I'm stepping from one life into an
other" he said to himself. there must
be a fair exchange. But this is better
than fair. | leave with him more
personal property than | appropriate
and a better reputation thar he las to
give. am an innocent man hniinNpI
to be guilty. while he is guilty, but
supposed to be innocent. His inno-
conce must shield mo while | work out
my own salvation"
Standing beside tho bunk, Darrell
gavc the calm face ana stony, staring
eyes n long farewell looE. McCioud
was n young man to have stepped
aside SO early in The game of lie.
He had come west to live down mis-
deeds of the east. There was nothing
strange in that, for many n man had
done likewise.
But he had relatives, near ones and
dear friends. n ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS. no
doubt. Darrell sighed and closed the
lids over the staring eyes. lie lonscd
to cover the young face, with its evil
dcncc of suffering, but he dared do no
more.
SiiSuilSllHCcS nlu Dllceu D3TTCl IN
his present unpleasant plight. From
now on he must pay due regard TO cir
cumstances and ut all times consider
them well.
Moodily he paced the confines of the
hut. the fgurntive 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 n moment
he had dropped down at the table.
Tearing n yellow scrap from the pa
per bag that had contained the lunch
con, he fumbled through the unaccus-
toned pockets until he had found n
pencil.
Then he wrote:
Flight of star, or shiverlng beam
Failing athwart the storm-cloud's
wrack,
Follow and find ls it truth or dream.
Lamp of the gods or u s~low-worm's
track.
He was not n poct-hc could not lay
that lattering junction to his soul. A
poet is not 4 man who feels but n
man who can write what all men feel.
This l%uatrain was as neal as Darrell
could come to Analysing. in words. the
emotions of The McCloud
had gone into the unknown of death
while this other fugitive was steering
towards the unknown in life.
Over the head of the bunk Darrell
left his verse, impaling it on 4 silver
OF wood. Then he packed McCloud's
belongings in the travelling bag and
tarted from the hut. At the door he
i FUSED and turned. his eyes on the
still form in the bunk.
Il leave you here. Nathan Darrell"
he said. IAN innocent. we'll meaning
man who Jared i'll at the hands OF
others and who tried to be honest but
'uld not be honorable. Now let us
SIC how well Junius GicCloud retrieyes
himself"
Half an hour later he was riding
through the stray dawn. mounted on
the calico cayusc and with the Old
travelling bag fast at the s~addIe-can-
lie.
CHAPTER Y.
NRREL AGAIN At TIE HALF WAY
HOUSE.
Darrell tarried for breakfast at the
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