Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-07-15
The
QUARRY
GOCOOO
By JOHN A. MOROSO
Copyright, 1913. by Little, Brown & Co.

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From one of his pockets he produced
little tin box, a sheet of white paper
and brush of camel's hair. The box
contained charcoal powder. Kearney
reached into the receptacle of the dead
lrndy and pulled out the right hand
lie busted the finger tips with the
charcoal and pressed them against the
PAPER. With this token as to the iden-
tity of the dead man. be returned to
IuIice headquarters.
The Bertillon records gave up the
tullying card for the finger prints of
james Montgomery. Kearney studied
the official record and the print he had
made at the morgue and then smiled
Erimly.
The charcoal prints were of the fin
gers of a different man!
He went back to his desk and con-
tiuued the composition of his new cir
cular.
After the fourth night of lonely jour-
naying beneath the stars and three
days hidden in forest hooks. drinking
from brooks and eating sparey from
his little stock of food Montgomery
found that he would have to change
his plan of flight He was now far
cuough from the capital of the Old
dominion to feel degree of safety.
The farther he got from civilization
Un large scale the deeper became the
conviction that he could now afford to
rsyi- Nv do To
far apart. and for the better share OF
each day the streets OF little hamlets.
where the country people did their
trading were deserted He abandon
ed living in the woods under shelters
knocked up hastily with boughs and
leaves and took the road at daybreak
one morning, his tin!ser's pack over
his shoulder ready TO be dropped and
put in use at the first job that offered
The whole summer was spent afoot
on the highway In many II pleasant
farmhouse be found welcome in the
evening after day of usefulness
Frequently the warm bed under the
shingles and the hearty meals offered
him in return for his labor he felt to
desire. He. met kindlineSS and godli
ness at every hand
Sometimes he would ina host who
would keep him employed for Il week
or ten days In every tiny farm settle
ment he found II little White steeple
at a claphOardpd church topping the
oaks and pnr>. and on sabbath days
Of
frriug np his constant prayer of graft.
tude for mis- dplivrrance.
The last Sicsly trace of the prison
pallor bad left him quickly. A short
brown beard and mustache had grown
tn mid the change OF his appearance.
The large brown eyes in the bearded
face gave the suggestion OF one who
mad suffered much and who mad gain.
I'D The essence OF divinity.
In every farmhouse he found a hi.
lie. that book which is library in it.
self Being tinker. II creature of the
highways and byways. he could
glimpse and cherish the beauties Of the
poetry written by Isaiah and Amos
and Micah. Then. too. he gained ac-
cess during the long. quiet evenings to
other books In the houses where the
stranger was made welcome.
This wholesome. il itinerant, hfe
gradually shaped his character to a
wonderfully fine combination of saint
liness and vigor. The dust and tur-
moil of a city street again would have
made him reel and become faint The
rush and confusion of crowded hab-
itation of men Would have been to him
a veritable court for dragons.
Occasionally he would feel that the
police net from Mulberry street was
thrown too closely to him. Going into
villages for supplies, he would hear
about new efforts to recapture him and
of new circulars sent out by his hunt
ers. On such occasions he would
hasten back to remote roads and farm
houses.
Would he ever be able to get far
enough away from his implacable pur-
suers to again take up his work with