Crittenden record-press. [volume] (Marion, Ky.) 1909-191?, 1913-01-23

sheriff and his party, about half a
mile away, coming toward me. They
had adopted new tactics, coming silent
ly but swiftly, evidently intending to
head me off.
The sight of them stealing thus up
on me somehow aroused my combative-
ness, and | forced myself forward with
ineceased speed. Twas now in a neigh
borhood where l was we'll acquainted,
and presently came to farm house
by the side of the road. must do
something, | reflected. or they will
sure get me. They have these brown
clothes spotted and will follow them to
the jumping off place. must get rid
of them.
with these reflections, l passed
through the gate, walked up the path
to the house and knocked on the door.
A woman came to the door.
why, good afternoon, Zebulum,'
she said. my, you look as tired and
wornout and done up as Jacobs off OK.
Come in and have a seat. | went in
but did not sit down.
Mrs. Nolan, | said, is Jacob at
homer She replied that he was some
where on the farm, she didn't know
just where. She then went out on the
back porch and yelled: Jake-obY
Don't call him from his work, Mrs.
Nolan, l said, but | would like to bor-
row suit of clothes for day or So
why, certainly you can, Zebnlum.'
she replied obligingly. His best suit
is in the next room in the wardrobe
get right in there and help yourself.
My old man never wears them except
Sundays when he goes to church. You
are more than welcome to them.
Il walked out into the designated
room, closing the door behind me, and
lost no time in getting into the ward
robe. There hung Jabob Nolan's best
suit of clothes, and right alongside
hung his wife's Sunday dress. A fell
low in my situation will naturally think
OF things that people otherwise situated
would never dream of, l thought what
a good disguise it would be if | should
put on Mrs. Nolan's Sunday dress.
The thought no sooner struck me than
it was put into execution. In two
minutes | had taken off Jobo's brown
suit and was rugged out IN woman's
apparel. hat and all. The hat was
flat concern with broad brim, which
hung down scoop-like on either side.
completely hiding my ears. | was
only twenty and young looking with no
J beard on my face and after had COM
pleted my toilet l glanced into a glass
on the dresser, and l confessed to my
self that | made a right good-looking
woman. Her shoes were to small for
me to wear, but the skirt was long and
hid my feet to perfection. / took the
license out of the brown suit and
fumbled around among the folds and
ruffies of the skirt, but could not find
anything resembling a pocket. For
once was bluffed. What should do
with the precious license? Finally
found pocket in my shirt and put the
paper into that.
Il am much obliged to you, Mrs.
Nolan called out without opening
the door.
"Oh. you are welcome" she replied,
How do they they ftp My hair stood
straight upon my head with fear, lest
she should come and investigate for
herself.
"Oh, perfectly, Mrs Nolan. Good
bye, l said and made hasty exit,
going out of the back door, through the
kitchen into the yard, and behind the
smokehouse into the road.
Il had no sooner reached the road,
by grab, than saw the sheriff and his
party coming down the hill toward me,
lickaty split. They had laid aside their
silent tactics and again adopted noise
and bluff. Down the road they came,
the sheriff in the lead and the others
punched up in disorder but following
closely on his heels, all yelling and
paving and cavorting and waving their
hands, like Kickapoos on the warpath.
81 knew now that it would be useless
for me to rum could only trust to my
disguise. The only chance to escape
capture was to avoid detection. So I