The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1913-01-10

unholy thing. He CHUNG ~ sn0
inr. hair determined to end 4 AL =
sInk to rest beside his victim
Somewhere within him 9 noDler
feeling stirred. Since he had done
this thing he were coward 70 snllA
the consequences, he must bear Ms
punishment He would so ana slsS
himself up to the law
His. decision made, he cast one pafc-
ing glance at the river beneath nim'
wing calm and motionless In the clear
moonlight. with steady steps ne
nursued his way to the home OF the
town marshal, in whose portly per
SON was embodied the majesty Of the
village law.
He rang the bell with determined
hand. and as its deep tones died away
futtering night-shirt appeared n
| the door.
"Weli. what is it," doomed out the
massive figure adding in a lower rum-l
bic. "It's j good thing It's 50 hot
cant sleep, with people coming TINS
time of night"
Bailey felt sense OF something
strange creeping over him. He had "a
make mighty effort to recall his
purpose in coming hither. But aftef
a moment his memory and resolution
returned, and he spoke clearly and
firmly.
II have come" he announced. tt
give myself up for the murder OF Roy
Calvert"
.Well, I'll be dinged!" calculated
the marshal. well, I'll be dinged!
He sat weakly down on the door
step.
"It's Tom Bailey, as live," he MUIR
INJURED huskily. Then he turned his
head and called, yves, you and Roy
come down here right away"
Bailey brushed aside these inter
ruptions
"I'm ready to go to jail" he de-
clared.
The marshal rose and surveyed him
from head to toe.
Heat, I guess" he remarked. slow
w shaking his head Light the lamp
in there he directed to some one IN
| the hall.
The light fared up brightly. Bailey
easped. Standing beside the table.
arrayed in brilliant pajamas. was Yves
ley Stevens, the marshars son-and
| behind him was Roy Calvert!
He knew 1t could not be true. and
strove to tear his fascinated gaze from
the hallucination.
| The elder Stevens spoke.
cts lucky you stayed here with
| Yves tonight, Roy" he rumbled. "or
I'd have been locking Tom up. He
says he's murdered you"
| The specter broke into strangely
human laughter.
! 1T must be the heat" 1t declared In
earthly tones, "or. else-Tom. what
ire you carrying in your left hand?'
For the first time Bailey realized
that he held something. He looked
| down. In his left hand he was carry
| ing a glass of water. full to the brim.
| "Wh-what!" he gasped.
| you've been dreaming. old fellow"
! cried Calvert, coming forward and
clapping Bailey on the shoulder with
a force that dispelled all doubts as to
| his reality, "and you walked down
here in your sleep, carrying that wa
ter. Don't you remember, Yves, how
he used to walk In his sleep when we
were kids, and carry anything that
was by his bed along with him?"
Yves corroborated this with an en-
phatic nod.
IT was teasing you down at Moore's
tonight" continued Calvert, "and l
guess / went little too far. This
heat has made us all bughouse. So
| that and the heat made you dream
you killed me-" :.
| Eyes, the heat" echoed Bailey, not
quite recovered from the shock of his
awakening.
/ well, go on home and get some
sleep now" said the marshal. You
can sleep now-see, It's beginning to
rain. This hot spells over"