Charlevoix county herald., 1914-09-12
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
"MOVe On!" :
: BY George Randolph Chester
: Copyright, The Frank A. Munsey Co. =
Continued from last weekly

blindly. Sometimes half asleep, and
more than once he caught himself in
mid air when he was falling. His
feet hurt now like knife-thrusts
when he stepped upon them.
Nearly four hours it took him to
stumble that eight miles, and when
he staggered into Kingsbury he was
almost asleep and wholly numb. He
did not stop at the station, but by
some blind instinct turned up toward
the center of the town, where he felt,
rather than reasoned, that there
must be some place open. II he
found such a place he intended to
fight his way in, to kill or be killed,
rather than be denied warmth and
shelter and sleep any longer.
He was once more in a paroxysm
it was scarcely less--of walking
slumber, when the sound of sharp
voices near at hand aroused him.
Two men were struggling in the
street, and, as he approached, one of
them hailed him.
"Help me with this manP the
voice demanded. "In the name of
the laww
The other voice was shrieking
wild, disconnected imprecations, and
the wanderer, quickened for the mo-
ment into mental life, recognized it
as belonging to a man crazed with
drink. He drew himself up stiffy,
but with a strange emotion. 1t was
voice had spoken to him humanity;
and that he could be of sufficient use
in the world to be called upon for
help was thing inexpressibly CRATE
full to him.
Without realizing his physical use
lessness, he threw himself upon the
drunken man. He received a blow
that burst his lip and staggered
him, but that aroused in him, too,
that shred of dorman strength which
awaits the last urgent call from the
hun an will, which comes as if God
sent, to the man who has fought, and
fallen, and must fight again.
Once more he threw himself upon
the maniac. This time he clasped
him firmly and hung upon him as
mere dead weight. The marshal,
wind-broken from his own eXertions,
found his task suddenly easier, and
together the three went stumbling
and lurching and painting toward the
Jail, which was less than two blocks
away.
At the steps another officer took
hold. He and the marshal bundled
the drunken man into his cell, while
the chance-deputy followed them
into paradise.
A draft came in through the iron
door behind his back, and he quickly
closed it. He found himself in a
narrow, cement-hoored corridor, on
one side of which was a row of six
cells, on the other side a correspond
ing row of six small, high, heavily
barred windows. To ordinary eyes
the building would have seemed not
only bare and cheerless, but repul-
sive, but this man was now reduced
to the merest rudiments of life, and
the place was a paradise because of
one object only-a red-hot stove!
On the other side of this was
chair, and while the two other men
were busy battling to get their
prisoner locked up, with themselves
outside the cell, he sank into this
seat. Oh, it was good, that wonder
full fire! 1t was good, good, this
wooden chair that provided a back
for his back and arms for his arms!
The numbness of his chin and his
cheeks began to smart in the heat,
now, and he pushed back little way
as the lock clicked,
For the first time the marshal
found an opportunity to thank the
man who had assisted him; but when
he turned to do so he caught himself
abruptly, and a slow grin of aston
inshment spread upon his face. The
mans tattered hat had fallen upon
the floor, allowing his brow, his only
prepossessing feature, to be plainly
revealed. The marshal looked him
over, detail by detail, from head to
foot.
"Who are you?" he suddenly de-
manded. Gust a plain hobo, Ell ?"
"Yes," admitted the man YEARLY,
and he struggled to arise.
He expected nothing less than to
be turned out again, away from this
precious fire.
The marshal's eyes turned for
second time to the Redeemed and
cracked and battered shoes. At the
place where the widest crack had
been, a blister visibly protruded.
cav, set STILL" gruffv command
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gratefully back in the chair-the di-
vine chair. whats the matter with
?" the marshal asked.
The mans chin and his lips were
more numb than ever, but he man.
aged to articulate, slowly, with many
unintelligible efforts:
"Froze-hungry-half deadp
"Take off your shoesp
The man tried it, but his fingers
were powerless He gave it up in
despair The marshal swore, and,
STOPPING down quickly, removed the
shoes There were no socks to take
off The blistered feet told their
own story
"Huhp grunted the marshal.
They're not froze, anyhow, but,
great snakes, man, how did you ever
get 'em-herep
A pail of water stood upon the
top of the stove. 1t was steaming
hot. He grabbed this pail and
poured some into a tin basin; then
he thrust the quivering feet into the
hot water. The man cried out in
pain.
"Ratsp exclaimed the marshal.