Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1915-06-01
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COPYRIGHT 1914 ~ DODR MEAD q COMPANY
CHAPTER XVlII-Continued.

He was in no better mood than my
self to encounter insult, and what had
been a simple difference between US
famed into a quarrel which reached
its elimination when he mentioned
divers name with taunt, which the
boy. for all his obstinate clinging to
his journalistic idea, did not deserve.
Knowing my own temper. 1 drew
back into the Hollow.
He followed me.
tried to speak.
He took the word out of my mouth.
This may have been with the intent
of quelling my anger, but the tone
was rasping, and, noting this and not
his words, my hand frightened insen-
sibly about the stick which the devil
Cor John Scoville) had put in my hand.
Did he see this, or was he prompted
by some old memory of boyish quar-
rels that he should give utterance to
that quick, sharp laugh of scorn! l
shall never know, but ere the sound
had ceased the stick was whirling over
my head-there came a crash and he
fell. My friend! My friend!
Next moment the earth seemed too
narrow, the heavens too contracted
for my misery. That he was dead
that my blow had killed him, never
doubted for an instant. l knew it, as
we know the face of Doom when once
1t has risen upon us. Never, never
again would this lump of clay which
a few minutes before had filled the
Hollow with shrillest whistling,
breathe or think or speak. He was
dead, dead, dead.-And I? What was L?
The name which no man hears I'M
moved, no amount of repetition makes
easy to the tongue or welcome to the
ear! the name which had
heard launched in full forensic elo-
quence so many times in accusation
against the wretches l had hardly re-
garded as being in the same human
class as myself rang in my ears as
though intOned from the very mouth
OF hell. | could not escape it. | should
never be able to escape It again.
Though l was standing in a familiar
scene-a scene | had known and fire.
quented from childhood, felt myself
as isolated from my past and as COM
pletely set apart from my fellows as
the shipwrecked mariner tossed to
precarlOus foothold on his wave
dashed rock. l forgot that other
criminals existed.
In that one awful moment l was in
my own eyes the only blot upon the
Universe-the sole inhabitant of the
new world into which l had plunged
the world of cTime-the world upon
which l had sat in judgment before l
knew
What broke the spell? God knows
all can say is that, drawn by some
other will than my own, | found my
glance travelling up the opposing bluff
till at its top. framed between the
ragged wall and towering chimney of
Spencer's Folly, | saw the presence
I had dreaded, the witness who was
to undo me.
1t was a wOman-a woman with a
little child in hand l did not see her
face, for she was just on the point of
turning away from the dizzy verge, but
nothing could have been palmer than
the silhouette which these two made
against the flush of that early evening
sky.
AS long as 1 could catch a glimpse
of this womans fluttering skirt as she
retreated through the ruins. | stood
there, self-convicted, above the man |
had slain. staring up at that blotch of
shining sky which was as the gate CT
hell to me. Not till their two figures
had disappeared and it was quite clear
again did the instinct of self-preserva-
ton return, and with it the thought
of flight.
But where could fly? No spot in
the whole world was secret enough to
conceal me nOw. l was a marked man
Better to stand my ground. and take
the consequences than to act the COW.
ards part and stink away like those
other men of blood l had so often sat
in judgment upon.
Had l but followed this impulse!
Had l but gone among my fellows
shown them the mark of Cain upo1
my forehead and prayed, not for in
diligence, but punishment, what days
of gnawing misery l should have beer
spared
The horror of what lay at my fee
drove me from the Hollow. AS my
steps fell mechanically into the trai
down which l had come in innocence
and kindly purpose only few minute:
before. a startling thought shot
through my benumbed mind. The
woman had shown no haste in hel
turning! There had been a natural
ness in her movement, a dignity and 8
grace which spoke of ease. not shock
What If she had not seen! What II
my deed was as yet unknown! Might
I not have time for-for what? l did
not stop to think; L just pressed on
saying to myself. Let Providence de
eide. If meet any one before reach
my own door my doom is settled. II
I do not"
And l did not AS turned into the
lane from the ravine | heard a sound
far down the slope. but it was too dis
tant to create apprehension, and
went calmly on. forcing myself into
my usual leisurely gait. if only to