Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1913-01-30

designed. And no man ever saw
him.
Il was at crucial time for those
whom this chronicle concerns when
Jerry Brent and John Dunmeade were
marching from Dan to Beersheba and
back and laboring. with Z patience
worthy Of larger results. to rally the
slender hosts of reform: when Stephen
Hampden was risking bis all in one
Wild throw for vast fortune and War
rem Blake was following that daring
example: when the Consolidated Coal
company was making many happy BY
declaring dividend Of per cent.
In the kingdom things We're awry.
The rival monarch was laundering at
the gates. Worse still. there was dis
affection in the very source Of
dominion. n the army. And the min.
lister in power chose this hour-to ret
drunk! Anxious glances were being
cast toward the deposed minister In
his self exacted exile Royal messen.
gers were being sent galloping post
haste to him to urge him. with fine.
unconscious irony. for the sake Of past
favor. to speak the word that would re-
store concord among the muticous
i regiments. But the ominouS silence
continued unbroken.
At such juncture. we say. John
Heath stepped in to defect the course
OF history.
Came to the exile. not many days aft
er Miss Roberta. a messenger not un.
der royal seal. Secretary. we may call
min. to the new minister. having cur
ried favor by desertlon of the old.
He was visibly pertnrbed and would
not desist from his opportunities un-
til admitted to the presence Of the
! exile. Even then. such was his fever
| fish haste. he did not notice in his
host. as Miss Roberta had done. a
! vfgor inconsistent with certain rumors
rife. He plunged at once into the mat
ter in hand.
We've got Sherrod locked up In a
| room ut the hotel. Hes drunk as a
lord and threatens to throw himself
into the river!'
"Well-let him.! said Murchcli. grim
u heartless.
"Rut" cried the messenger. at may
be something to bring on a revolution
that will sweep as ali-Sherrod. Par
rott. me-you-on the face Of the
earth"
IT," responded Murchell calmly. IAN
out Of politics and don't care What
do you want me to dog
"Come with me to the capital. find
what's wrong and straighten it out"
''Go to Parrot"
PARROTS 4 fournusher. This is
critical" 81 >.
Il won't do. IL. It's trouble Of your
own making. Get yourselves ont Of It,"
The messenger sprans to his feet
and began to pace the floor swiftly.
He assumed to instruct master.
With wild gesticulation and passion
ate phrase he sketched the impending
calamity. The, times were ripe for .
revolution. These unntterabie fools,
Dunmeade and Brent. With their inces-
SAINT clack about bosses and graft
were getting the people stirred up.
There was trouble in the air-he. the
speaker. could feel 1t. The organize
ton was falling to pieces.
do yon think Mnrcl,eli inquired
calmly. 'Sherrod's short IN his ac-
counts?' aas
Il don't know. There are books I
can't see without exciting suspicion.
And I can't get nothing out OF him."
The swift pacing ceased abruptly.
The messenger confronted Murchell.
who" be demanded. "is John
Heath?"
II don't know" answered Murchell
truthfully.
"Within less than two years he has
received from the state more'n nine
hundred thousand dollars for special
services"'
Mine hundred thousand dollars!
What Is John HeHth:"
II don't know. But think he may
be-h--l!"
The messenger Topped into bis chair.
helping himself. unlimited. to a cigar.
Murchell. as though takin: up n task
that the other had left unfinished. rose
and In his turn began to pace the floor.
After a few minutes lie went out Of
the room. still without speaking. he
did not reappear for almost n quarter
of an hour. But then be wore q hat
and an overcoat and was carrying a
light leather grip.
"Come along" he commanded. 1.-THE
hacks waiting"
The guest went along With alacrity.
When they had reached the Steel City
and had changed cars for the capital
train Murchcll went to their stateroom
and was soon. to all outward appear
ances. sound asleep.
At that mystic hour which we are
told is the darkest Of all two men we're
sitting in q hotel room. One. Watkins.
sat stretched out before the dying tire.
yawning wistfully for the sleep Of
which twenty-four hours' guard duty
had robbed him. A litter Of newspa.
pers on the floor around him showed
how be had beguiled the slow vigil
The other. Sherrod. was slouched in
rocker by the table. head dropped for
ward on bis breast and hands hanging
inertly at his sides. The red trimmed
eyeballs were half closed. Drunk EVIL
IDENTIFY. and more than that. Occasions.
ally his lips moved: senseless mutter.
ings came from them.
Steps along the hall. and there wns
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