The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1914-12-14

Jersey City with a good half-hour to
spare before his train was due to
start. He sat down in q corner Of
the waiting.room and pulled out his
timetables. But. instead Of porting
over them as he had intended, he gave
himself up to his thoughts.
Somehow, he could not get his land.
lady's pretty daughter out of his mind.
He had tried hard to forget her. but
his thoughts always came around to
her again before long, and every now
and then he would ask himself how
she would regard him after she had
heard the news.
He glanced up at the line Of people
sitting facing him on the opposite
benches, and over their heads to the
big clock on the wall. It seemed to
him that the minutes were dragging
terribly. He was getting nervous.
He gave a startled look over his
shoulder toward the entrance. He
could feel his heart humping against
his ribs. and as he looked down again
at the timetables he saw that his
hands were trembling.
And then vision Of the gray, bleak
prison came before him. He heard
the changing of the great steel doors.
the sharp orders of the keepers. He
Strengthened up with a frightened gasp
and looked about in alarm. 1t was
reassaring to find that no one was
watching him. But would his train
never be called?
How he wished he was safe across
the Honduran border! What relief
1t would be to feel that he need have
no fear Of capture!
Again his eyes wandered about the
room, keenly observant Of the crowd
this time. He glanced from one to
another of the long row of travellers
in front of him. slowly turned his gaze
to the doors where the passengers
were filing in from the ferries, and
then
"Dwyer!"
He choked back the cry that rose t.
his lips and sank back in his seat
white and trembling. Far down a
the other end Of the room was thu
man he had robbed
For a moment canyons nerve de
serted him completely. He felt tina
he was lost, that Dwyer would surel!
search the room until he had discov
orod hin, opd thok ocoopo woc i'm
possible. Probably Dwyer had no
come alone. At any rate, there wer'
always policemen near at hand II
such a place.
Dwyer came forward very leasurely
For a man on the trail Of q thief VIII
had relieved him of a fortune. h
seemed to be singularly unperturbed
He even stopped to laugh at crow
ing baby on one of the benches. Still
It was just like the old man never t.
bctray his true feelings.
Never before had Lanyon beel
through such agonizing moments O
suspense. He felt that the strain wa
more than he could bear. that hi
nerves would give way, and he woul
cry out II he had to endure 1t niue
longer.
At last Dryer saw him.
1--WE been looking for you. Lanyon.
he called, as he stepped up to tn
bench.
The old man seated himself by Lar
yon's side, and, lounging back, chewe
thoughtfully at an unlighted cigal
Apparently, he was dividing his a
tention between the cigar and tn
clock on the wall, but Lanyon kne'
that the tail of his eye was upon hir
all the time. At last. he said slowly
II know all about that prison ret
ord, Lanyon. Your friend Berrian ha
just given me the whole story"
"Berrian! He told you!" cried Lar
yon, and in that moment the remnant
of his faith In human nature val
ished.
Eyes, he told me-" Dryer cont
nued. "And, I've come here to let 20
know won't hold It up against 20,
You've done good, faithful work fo
me for ten years, and I believe ca
trust you.
you weren't much more than a DO
when that happened. You've learne
good deal since then, guess"
Lanyon felt as II he were In
dream-a dream that had brought on
fleeting glimpse of hope. and then ha
plunged him In despair. A mist cam
into his eyes.
At last his hand went into his pool
ct, and he pulled out roll Of bills.
"Mr. Dwyer." he said, this none
Is yours. Even though I am a THE
couldn't rob man that's treate
me as you have. But, you see, 20
made. mistake about wanting m
back"
Without the least show Of surpris'
Dwyer took the bills and counted ther
very slowly. Then he put them carr
fully away in his pocket
II guess when a man goes wron
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