Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1906-03-09

ne waved Ills nand Wildly. "Old red,
white and blue! American eagle now
kindly proceed to scream! Star span
gled banner intends streaming to all
the trade winds Sea to sea! Glorious
victories on political thieving exhibit
tion-no. expedition! Everybody not
responsible for the trouble to go and
get himself periodically killedH
What do you mean?'
"Water!' said the other feebly, Tom
brought the pitcher, and Crailey, set
ting his hot lips to it, drank long and
deeply; then, with his friends assist
ance, he tied heavily moistened towel
round his head. "All right very soon
and sober again." he muttered and lay
back upon the pillow with eyes tightly
closed in an intense effort to concen-
trate his will. When he opened them
again, four or five minutes later, they
had marvelously cleared and his look
was self contained and sane.
Haven't you heard the news?" He
spoke much more easily now. "It came
at midnight to the Journal"
mo; I've been walking in the coun-
try"
1.-The Medcans crossed the Rio
Grande on the 26th of last month, cap
tured Captain Thornton and murdered
Colonel Crook. That means war is GER
tain"
ut has been certain for long time"
said Tom. POLK has forced it from
the first"
Then It's pity he can't be the only
man to diev'
Have they called for volunteers7"
asked Tom, going toward the door.
mo, but if the news Ia true they
WILL
YES" said Tom, and as he reached
the hallway he paused. "Can I help
you to undressY'
Certainly notr' Crailey sat up in
dignantly Cant you see that I'm per-
fectly sober? 1t was the mersst tenn
porary At, and I've shaken 1t of. Don't
you see" He got upon his feet, stag
gered and came to the door with in1lrm
steps.
You're going to bed, aren't your
asked Tom. You'd much better"
mo" answered Crailey. "Are your
mo. I'm going to work"
you've been all up night, too, haven't
your" Crailey put his hand on the 9TH
ers shoulder. Were you hunting for
met"
"No; not last night"
Crailey lurched suddenly, and Tom
caught him about the waist to steady
him.
"Sweethearting, tipping, vingt-et-un
or poker eh, Tom?" he shouted thickly,
with wild laugh. "Ha, ha, old SNUG
face, up to my bad tricks at lastv' But,
recovering himself Immediately, he
pushed the other off at arms length
and slapped himself smartly on the
brow. Never mind; all right, all right
only bad wave now and then. A.
walk will make me more q man than
ever"
you'd much better go to bed. Oral
ley"
II can't. I'm going to change my
clothes and go out"
''WhyT
Crailey did not answer, but at that
moment the Catholic church bell, sum-
moning the faithful to mass, pealed
loudly on the morning air, and the
steady glance Of Tom vanrevel rested
upon the reckless eyes of the man be-
side him as they listened together to
its lnsistent call Tom said gently, al
most tlmidly:
you have Encouragement"
fvon
Yes. I promised to take Fanchen to
the cemetery before breakfast, to place
come flowers on the grave of the little
brother who died. This happens to be
his birthday"
1t was Tom who averted his eyes, not
Crailey.
Then you'd best hurry" he said hest
tatingly; II mustn't keep you," and
went downstairs to his Office with flush
ed cheeks, a hanging head and an ex-
preston which would have led stran-
ger to believe that he had Just been
caught in lie.
He went to the Main street window,
and seated himself upon the ledge, the
only one in the room not too dusty for
occupation, for here, at this hour, Tom
had taken his place every morning
since Elizabeth Carewe had come from
the convent. The window was q coign
Of vantage, commanding the corner Of
Carewe and Main streets. Some dis
lance west Of the corner the Catholic
church cast its long shadow across
Main street, and in order to enter the
church a person who lived upon Ca
rewe street must pass the corner or
else make a half mile detour and ap-
proach from the other direction, which
the person never did. Tom had thought
1t out the first night that the image of
Miss Betty had kept him awake, and
that was the first night Miss Carewe
spent in Rouen. The st. Mary's girl
would be sure to go to mass every day,
which was why the window ledge was
busted the next morning.
The glass doors of the little corner
drug store caught the early sun of the
hot May morning and became like
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