Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1915-10-14

valiant efforts to keep alight.
Not only that, but had an inter
esting conversation with three night
fircmen on the railroad regarding the
relative merits of corncob and clay
pipes while We were crossing the fer
ry. I'd played a number of roles in
my day and this was only one more.
The shuffling of the weary laborer
was assumed as 1 covered the distance
| from the ferry to Kennedy's place
The excitement that had been keep
| ing me UP was gone. was dead for
| sleep, and 1t needed every bit of will
| ] had to drag one foot after the 9TH
er. 1 was almost staggering when
| finally reached my destination
Ken was just opening up for the
day when got there, and as lurched
through the door my face grimed with
countless layers Of mud and coal-dust,
my hands sight, my hat shapeless
mess, and the overall-suit black with
engine grease, he looked up.
"Git out, ye dirty hobo!" he roar
ed at me.
The two or three early morning
workmen grinned but kept right on.
His keen eyes recognized me as I
reached the bar, but he did not let
| on.
Maybe 1t is that We have the price
OF beer" he sneered, with a fine
humor that is always good for
laugh in place like that.
Gimme booze" I croaked husRi.y,
throwing quarter on the bar.
"'Tis case of mistaken ident'y
was havin'," he grinned. "Ye can 20
in an sit down for the price Of that"
took the liquor and change and
went to seat In the far corner of the
back room. In ten minutes or so the
bar was empty and he came back
Mother of Mary" he bagan, but
l cut him short.
II want sleep" I could hardly keep
my eyes open as l said it. 81 want
clothes, too" f,
"Git upstairs-the bartenderTl he
in at five"
knew the way, and in the little
kitchen where we'd talked the night
before I scrubbed the CRIME from my
face and hands. The cold water kept
me awake till Mike came UP about
, twenty minutes later.
ibid We see him?" he whispered as
he closed the door tight.
told him what had found, and he
breathed weird Irish oaths at my
story.
"'Tis on'y by the grace of God my
: bartender went home to his folks last
night without comm upstairs. An
towld him ye'd taken a bit too much
an was sleepin'. l was fearin' some
thin would happen and that ye'd need
abby"
He put his hand on my shoulder like
my father would have done If had
boy"--he said fondly that RI
, swear ye spint the night here IL they
: give me a stack Of Bibles mile
} high"
: ~ know It," smiled wearily.
"Take me bed an I'll get We some
. cIo'es." He showed me the neat little
J bedroom and wrothfully thrust aside
my proffered wallet. "T'he duds won'
be the siventy-dollar kind We are uset
10 wearin', but they look enough lile,
them ye wore last niFht to pass ths
, hotel people till ye get Others"
you're a good scout, Ken" I NUT
tered sleepily. wake me at nine
, four hours is all I need"
"But I'm fearin' Jimmy" II,
| It-.n- II :
stone eyes"
|, Nonsense" r'inned feebly. II
he don't let up-Ill tell---it won't SEM
him to the chajr--hrt it'll be uncom
Portable while" was asleep evel
as said It.
don't know where Kennedy got tn
!, clothes or how. but when he wake
!, me they were laid on chair along
!, side of the bed. He held a newspaDo
, in his hand and there was curiou
look on his face.
whats the matter?" / demanded
3 "Ye said 1t was fear ye saw in hi
y eyes," he said slowly. solemnly. II
wasn't! 1t was death!"
Z "Quit croaking!" l laughed. Th
I sleep had made a new man Of me.
y "'Twas death that was in tn ston
q eyes of him." he repeated doggedl!
a holding out the paper.
!, ! snatched 1t eagerly. On the from
I page was big story of the murde!
4 News was evidently slow in Ne'
r York. for the story was feature O
the yellow sheet.
I read the account of the rain-coat
3 ed stranger and smiled at the fac
h that dogs had been put on the tral
g nj daylight.
II The man had hit at the path CT
Il trance was the town-judge, and h
was at his home nursing sore jaw
o They had found my rain-coat. and tn
=. whole country -siis was searching 70