The morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1899-1930, 1906-06-23

work, but these gIimpsea we're enough.
Hs never forgot face, and this man
had crossed his memory somewhere
be could not remember how or when or
whether for good or bad, but II did not
matter. II would all come to him when
he had leisure to turn his mind back
upon the past.
And II did. That night as hc was ly.
Ing on cot In small building on the
very edge OF the food hc sprang sud.
denly TO his feet with low exclama.
ton of relief He hnd lain down OK.
hausted, but not TO sleep. Now he was
strong, with eyes flashing, but steely,
and with lips close shut and stern, lie
was no longer the heroic man whose
life was free offering for others, but
q Nemesis of tho law, mechanical, i'm
placnblc. Just. II had come TO him with
q rush. M he had believed II would,
and, though the strong bearded face
had crossed his memory half decade
before and then only M one incident Of
busy day, tho scene returned TO him
now as clear cut and vivid as though
he had but just come from tho court.
room There were the white haired
Judge upon his bench and the arguing
lawyers and the prisoner, calm and
collected, pleading guilty in voice as
clear aud triumphant m though nc.
khowlcdging Il deed OF duty or yalor,
The beard had been black and glossy
then and the figure slightcr and
stralghter. but the man was the same
He was as sure Of II as he was that the
sun would rige IN the east and set IN
the west And here be was In the same
building. sleeping or the exhaustion OF
the dny's battling with the food. II
was strange.
Sheriff Turner was man OF action,
Ten years before he had had war
rant for this mans arrest; now he
would take him officially as an escaped
prisoner.
Leaving his room. he walked three
doors down the hall and then raped
sharply. A wondering voice called
"Come in"
A dim light was burning, and as he
crossed the room TO the bedside Sheriff
Turner looked at the man sharply.
Yes. be had not been mistaken. A
strong face like that was not often
seen. and certainly was not 10 be for.
gotten.
"You are Clifford Waiter" he said.
The man started. but did not answer.
"of Orange county, NJ "" the sheriff
went on quietly. Il arrest you for the
murder OF Pete Bolly. eleven years
ago"
For a moment the man shivered as
though struck by an Icy blast then his
face grew cain and strong again as
before. ....
"Yes, am clifford Waite OF Orange
county. n. y" he answered, raising
himself to a sitting posture. ''and !
executed the miscreant Pete Bolly,
whom a brlbed fury turned loose upon
the community eleven years ago. And
moreover" looking the sheriff calmly In
the face. II consider II was a good gift
10 the state. People tell me ! have
done good work. was told that yes.
tsrday but none Of II has been Of such
real benefit as Kidding the country OF
such a villain as Pete Bolly. The law
itself would have done II long before
had II not been for his money. T1:
know that But Of course" breaking
OF suddenly. that does not affect my
case"
'No. It does not affect your case"
coldly. You will please get ready as
quickly and quietly as possible. A
train leaves here at midnight. do
not wish to make n disturbance"
'I understand" dryly. "You fear |
have 80 many friends here II might be
difficult TO take me away, Ithink you
are right However. | will 90 quietly.
Now am discovered II could only be
q question OF q few weeks at most.
have often had desire to 90 back and
try to clear myself at home. n It were
not for my Wife
"Your wifeT with some surprise.
'Yes. came here without dollar,
and one OF the merchants gave me a
position as bookkeeper without even
asking for references. Later l bought
him out and put up brick block. Five
years ago married his daughter. 1t
will be hard for her" a slight break