Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1907-02-25
Conquest q Canaan
ByBOOTH TARKING TON,
Of CHERRY" Monsieur Bsaucaire" Etc.
By BOOTH TARKINGT TON,

but his great motive had finally come
to he the intention to do what Joe told
him to do-that, and to keep Claudine
as straight as he could. In measure
these were the two things that had
brought him to the pass In which he
now stood. his loyalty to Joe and his
resentment Of Whatever tempered with
Claudine's straightness. He was sub
missige to the consequences; he was
still loyal. And now Joe asked him
to tell .just what happened" and
Happy obeyed with crystal clearness.
Throughout the long. tricky cross ex-
animation he continued to tell "Just
what happened" with plaintive truth
fulness not to be initiated, ana through
cut 1t Joe guarded him from pitfalls
(for lawyers in their search after truth
are compelled by the exigencies of
their profession to make pitfalls even
for the honesty and gave him, by vari-
GUS devices, time to remember, though
not to think. and made the words
come right" in his mouth, 80 that be-
fore the sitting was over disquieting
Iumor ran through the waiting crowd in
the corridors. across the square and
over the town that the case was sure
~ going "Louden's way" This was
also the opinion of looker-on In
,-anaan-a ferret faced counselor Of
corporations who. called to consulta-
ton with the eminent Buckalew (neph-
ew Of the squirrel. had afterward spent
an hour In his company at the TRIAL.
"It's going that young fellow Louden's
way" said the stranger, you say
he's shtster. but
"Well," admitted Buckalew, with
some reluctance. II don't mean that
exactly. I've got an old uncle who
seems lately to think he's great
man."
It'll take your uncle's word for II, :"
returned the other, smiling. II think
he'll go pretty far
They had come to the flight Of steps
which descended to the yard. and the
visitor, looking down upon the angry
crowd, added, .'If they don't kill him.
Joe himself was anxious concerning
no such matter. He shook hands with
Happy at the end OF the sitting, bid
ding him be Of good cheer. and when
the little man had marched away I'M
der q strong guard began to gather and
sort his papers at desk inside the
bar. This took him perhaps ave min
utes, and when he had finished there
were only three people left In the room
"a clerk, negro janitor with a broom
and the darby friend who always hope
fully accompanies colored man hold
ing high public Office. These two ap-
provingly greeted the young lawyer,
the janltor handing him note from
Norbert Flitcroft and the friend me
chanically borrowing a quarter from
him az he opened the envelope.
"I'll be roun' yo' way to git a box o
se-gahs," laughed the friend. "soon ez
de campaign open up good. Dey all
goin' vote ye' way down on dc levee
bank, but dey sho' expecks to git to
smoke little TO ,aekshun day! We
knows who's ow frien'"
Norbert's misslve was lengthy and
absorbing. Joe went on his way, Pc
rusing 1t with profound attention, but
as he descended the stairway to the
floor below loud burst Of angry shout
ing outside the building caused him to
hasten toward the big front doors
which faced Main street. The doors
opened upon an imposing vestlbuie,
from which handsome flight Of stone
steps, protected by q marble balus-
trade, led to the ground.
Standing at the top Of these steps
and leaning over the balustrade, he had
a clear view Of half the yard. No one
was near him. Everybody was rum
ming in the opposite direction. toward
that corner of the yard occupied by the
Jail, the crowd centering upon an agi-
tated whirlpool Of men which moved
slowly toward door in the high wall
that inclosed the building, and Joe saw
that Happy Fears guards, conducting
the prisoner back to bis cell were be-
ing jostled and rushed. The distance
they had made was short, but as they
reached the door the pressure upon
them increased dangerously. Clubs
ose in the air, hats hew, the whirlpool
seaved unanimously, and the steel door
Hanged
Happy Fear was safe inside. but the
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