The morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1899-1930, 1907-04-28

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tired o. me too got hint that
they're goln' out 10 tie Beach together
this afternoon
Joe passed his baud wearIly over his
aching forehead. II understand" he
said. "and you'd better Try TO- cory's
laying for you, Of course, You say he's
after yonr wifef lie must have act
about II pretty openly II they're going
10 the Beach today, for there Ia always
q crowd there on Sundays. II Il hard
for you 10 see why he's doing itf It's
because be wants 10 make you jealous.
What fort No that yon'll tackle him
again. Aud why does be want thatf
Because he's ready for your
The others eyes suddenly became
bloodshot. his nostrils expanding In.
ecdibly. "Teady. IL hef lie better he
ready, r.
That's enough Joe interrupted
swiftly, Wen have no talk Ike TINT.
I'll settle this for yon myself. You
send word 10 claudlne that want to
zoe her al my oflicc tomorrow morning,
and you--you stay away from the
Beach today, Give ule your word"
Mr., Fears expression softened "Atl
right, joe" he said. "t'll DO what.
ever YOU tell me TO- Any % us II do
that. we sure know who's our friend"
Keep out OF trouble Happy" Joe
turned 10 90 aud they shook hands.
"Good day. agGv-kccp out of ironhlew
When he had gone Mr.. Fears coun-
ienaneu again gloomcA oniInousiy, and.
shaking his head. be ruminatIyeiy en-
tered an adjacent bar through tho nj.
ley door.
The Main street bridge was an old
fashioned woodea covered one. dust
colored aud very narrow, squarciy
framing the fair open country beyond,
for the town had never crossed the
river. Joe found the cool shadow In
the bridge gracious to his hot brow,
and through the slender chlnka OF the
worn flooring he caught bright glImpses
OF running water. when he came out
OF The other end he felt enough re.
treahed 10 light n cigar.
"weil, here | am" he said, across
Main street bridge, aud II must be
getting on toward noonl" tie spoke
almost with this aspect Of daring and
Immediately stood still listening. Re
member" he yrnturcd to repeat.
again daring" remember Across
Main street bridge al noons" And
again he listened, Then be chnckled
falntly with relief, Tor the voice did
not return. THANK God, I've got rid
Of that.' he whispered. and Of the
circus baud too.'
A dusty road turned 10 the right, fol-
lowing the river and shaded by big
sycamorcs on the bank. The mongrel.
intensely preoccupIed with this road,
scampered away, his nose TO the
ground, Good enough" said the
master. LEAD on aud I'll come after
you.
But he had not far to follow. The
chase led him 10 half hollow log
which lay on low grass grown levee
above the stream where the dogs In
terest In the pursuit became vivid;
temporarily, however, for after few
minutes OF agltatcd investigation he
was seized with indifference to the
whole world. painted briefly, slept Joe
sat upon the log, which was In the
shade. and smoked
For the first time II struck Joe that
II was beautiful day, and II came to
him that a beautiful day was thing
which nothing except death, sickness or
Imprisonment could take from him, not
even the ban Of Canaan, Unforewarn-
ed music sounded In his ears again,
but he did not shrink from II now,
This was not the circus band he had
heard ps he left the square, bat q mel
ody like faraway serenade at night,
an OF "the horns OF elf land family
blowing" ana he closed bis eyes with
the sweetness Of Il
go ahead" he whispered. "Do that
all you want to, II youth keep 1t up
like this awhile. I'll follow with Little
Brown jug, How l Love Thee! II
seems 10 pay after air.
The welcome strains, however, were
but the prelude to harsher sound
which interrupted and annihilated
them-the courthouse bell Changing out
10. "All right" said Joe. ITS noon,
and I'm across Main street bridge"
He opened his eyes and looked about
him whimsically. Then he shook his
head again.
A lady had just emerged from the
bridge and was coming toward him.
II would be hard to get at Joe's first
impressions Of her We can find con.
veyance for only the broadcast and
heaviest. Ancient and modern instances
multiply the case Of the sleeper who
dreams out long story In accurate
color ana fine detail, tale Of years, In
the opening and shutting Of a door. so
with Joseph In the brief space Of the
lady's approach. And with him, as
with the sleeper, It must have BEEN
in fact 1t was--in his recollectlons later
blur Of emotion
He had little knowledge OF. the mil
linery arts, and he needed none TO see
the harmony--harmony like that OF the