Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1912-12-15

lief he nleQ away DIS notes ON t00
Sheehan case In q cabinet marked
FINISHED Business" Then he threw
himself into q chair and began to take
stock.
Sheehan's eyes haunted him. John
was a normal young man, and he was
capable Of knowing the Joy Of task
well done. But not this sort of task!
He could ind no citation in q triumph
won ut the cost Of direct personal mis-.
cry to others. There was Slayton, for
example, handsome, pleasant young
man who looked the criminal not at
all. He had not had the courage to
stand trial, and he had broken bail and
fed, leaving a sick wife. She and the
child born since the fathers flight now
lny together In grave. Slayt0n had
not dared p return. Perhaps he did
not even know Of the double tragedy
In his dreams John often saw Slayton'a
hunted face as It must now appear.
He became conscious that his head
was aching, that he was tired MI over,
every nerve in his body throbbing. For
more than six months, ever since his
election, he had been working inces-
sanity, feverishly toward this day. The
release from strain allowed his NAL
treated, protesting body to be heard.
He got up and left the office, as though
fleeing from the problem.
He laid roundabout course away
from Main street out into the country.
He tramped determinedly along the
pike. llling his lungs with the tonic
air. 1t had been a good growing sea-
SON." His way took him between
fields Of clean young corn and barley
and oats and occasional cool. green
wood lots.
A farmer. driving a pair Of heavy
farm horses doing duty at the tongue
Of squeaky spring wagon, ratified up
behind him.
"Howdy, John! Want hftT'
"Howdy. ri. No, thank you. Just
taking little exercise and soaking in
all this"
Crnnshawe refined in his team. John
stopped.
Little mite too smart fer 'em today.
weren't ye?"
"They had been so bold, they made
1t easier"
Cranshawe nodded. BE smarter next
time, I reckon-'f we give 'em chanel.
Fl we give 'em chanct," he repeated
renecdvely. .tUs farmers, we're feelin'
purity good about these trials. Feel
like we didn't make any mistake last
fall"
.Murchell says you forget" John
smiled back.
BEN at ye Already. has hep Gran
Shave asked shrewdly. "He'll be at
We harder, before ye're through. Ye
got 'em scared. Mebby we'll fergit an
then mebby we won't. But I guess
that's our lookout, not yours. So fur's
we're concerned, all We got to do Is go
ahead an try to finish up the job we've
started. f we don't do our part, I
guess we won't have nobody to blame
but ourselves"
1.-THE question is, am big enough
for the jobi"
mo. that amt the question" Gran
shave contradicted quickly. BE
cause that can't be answered till we've
tried. The question Is, are ye goin' to
be scared out by job because it's big,
or are We goin' to keep up what we've
started? n We don't, there amt any
body else to do 1t. An well soon be
back where we started"
John nodded slowly. Cranshawe did
not pursue the point.
II see Steve Hampden's back" he
| remarked casually. THAT girl o. bis
| was Mt the trial. Came In late an had
| to stand by the door where l was
standln' She was with some young
! city Teller. Seen her at the rally last
| fall too. She seems" he grinned quiz
ideally, ito take considerable intrust In
| ye SO longr'
Soon he was out Of sight around a
/. turn in the road.
John swung rapidly along for an hour
until the sweat oozed from every pore
of his body. Then he threw himself
under tree by the roadside.
/, He pondered his problem. Yet he
knew that 1t was answered, not by RI
| Cranshawes homely wisdom, but by
| the inscrutable purpose of the force
which had impelled him into the fight
He could not withdraw from the task
to which he had been set. WHITTIER
was question that he needed not tc
answer, 80 long as straight piece OF
road lay ahead. He thought sadly OF
his fathers displeasure. And he
thought OF Katherine. whom, 1t mp
peared, the winter had not taught to
forget him. He had not learned to for
get. Work could dull. 1t could no,
wholly stife, the longing for her. And
yet he had not been unhappy He
knew that he could not say no to that
which was calling him into service.
| He walked home through the calm OF
shutdown. At the corner where stands
/ the Farmers bank he met Warren
Blake and companion. Warren
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