Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1920-01-03

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liAss uDosa, ael wlthsut Inviting ~
rest. ] Vas otand1ng uAceEta1a. WA
tho DIN Aguzoeg . naAA. pa4Ssstaena'
Ny AYunk, cAme vaAvlng bis unceStain
wv sesag = l1slUatA which ran WITH.
IN . yasd Geu0 pesoe1oa. TAe s1ddsa
blasins a = 8 aro revealed he I'M
Enistakabls FEATURES Of tie dspa6.
.Hullo,s 4 said, happily, stepping d.
rsctly before hin. "whsn ala you
come sshossis
Hello. ysrsslfs 10 managed to
calculate thieklE swho aSs ysrf
fraen' q miner'
why, don't yer pomembsf "a Oh
mani We wus talhin' tergether comm
up. Iwus goin' for ter enlist"
Eel yes: glad ter zee -. Sum
hot whisky Ct this camp-trisd sny1"
"No." I answered. grasping ut the
opportunity 10 arouse his generosity.
II amt got no coin to buy. I'm nat
broke; maybe yer cud stake mo fer q
bite ter eatr
"Eatw he flung one arm lovingly
about my shoulders. and burst into
laughter. "Yer bet yer life. we're .
goin' t.. cot. an drink too. don't so
back on none o Their boys. Yer never
heerd authin' like tibet bout Tim Ken
nedy. reckon. Fat sure-yer know
Jack Raler'
~Ncvsr heerd the name"
what, never heerd O. Jack Rale I
or river man, half boss, half alligator;
ulster tend bar In Saint Loues. He's
up ysre now, q sellin' forty.rod ter So
jers. Cum up long with him frum
Beardstown. Frien' o. mine. Yer just
cum long with me-thas all"
permitted him to lead me. his voice
never csasins AZ We followed the dim
trail. I made out little Of what he
said, nor did I question him. The
trail ended before q two-rcom log
cabin, 90 deeply hidden In tho woods
AZ to be revealed merely by Q giimmer
Of hight shining out from within
through chinks In the walls. Tim fun
bled for the latch and finally opened
the door. lurching across the threshold.
dragging me along after him. There
were two men at . sloppy table. q dis
reputable looking white woman stir
ring the contents Of q pot hung over
the open fire. and . fellow behind the
bar. attired In dingy white apron. 1t
was all sordid enough, and dirty
typical frontier grogshop; but the
thing Of most interest to me was the
proprietor. The fellew was the same
red-mustached individual whom had
watched disembark from the steamer
that same afternoon, slipping In the
yellow mud as he surmounted the
bank. dragging his valise aleng after
him. So 1t was this fellow passenger
who had given these fugitives refuge !;
II was his presence in these parts
which had decided Kirby 70 make the
venture sshore. He glanced mp At our
entrance. the glare II hight overhead
revealing q desn ugly scar across his
chin and . pair Of dsep-set, scovling
eyes.
Back in time fer supper. hey. Ken
nedy." he srowied, none too cordially.
who's yer frlen'r
"A Teller whut's goin' ter enlist.
He's M right. Jack" the deputy hic-
coughed thickly. Les liquor, an then
we1l eat. I'm payin' the bill-so
whut's It tar yer7' <8s
"Nuthin' tall; eny ffien' o yers gifts
Their best I have"
he set cut . squat bottle on the bar.
and thinking It best to .humor the both
Of them / poured out q stin drink,
fully aware that Rals was observing
my features closely.
'Seen yer afore sumwhar, amt II"
II reckon" I replied indinerently.
watching Tim all his glass. II worked
ny way up on the boat: saw yer on
board" tr~
"Sure: thats II: rainr in my line
fer ter foryit Z fseA Yer Amt en-
listed yitf'
me: I reckon IN wait I'LL naunin'.
an clean " Z bit fnFst. How bout
sum soap en- water .tors I eaten
yer cudnt loan No : rasof. cud yer
"war I got plssty q water, an may
be cud scare up sum soap. Tin yers
he's spt Z razor, an Il he's . frten' o.
yen. I reckon he nought land It ter
yer" r. sa5,.
The deputy gulpsd DOWN his drink.
and smacksd his lips elinsing with
one hand to the bar. regarding mo low
inSiy. nra
"Surs, hs'S . friend o mine Shsss
him myself soon's I 1T sober. whut's
theft Yer can't wait7 On. ail nigh
then. take II yerself Mighty an razor.
or man.
Rals found ms . Tin basin, water. .
bit Of rag for . towel and . small.
cracked mirror. In which my reflection
was scarcely recognizable. He was
man Of few words, combating himself
with uttsfing merely dry comment on
Kennedy. who had dropped back into
Z convenient chair and buried his face
on tho table.
~rln's . good fellow, an ! never raw
him 10 blame drunk afors." he said. re-.
srstfu1ly. .'Hs an Kirby he'd 4 row.
an rsckon thst's whut started him
6riutan'."
"A Eow3a quarrel, you msanr for.
getting sayself n SURPRISE who's
K.rby1'' Fl. y % Z.
.Jes Khsysyer mrs nust know him
II yer . iivsf man. Slin sortsr Teller
with snootA faee; slickest gambler
err wus. yrechon."
WHY. e. ouufs4s getting control Of
myseH once moro. We picked him
~ ing VIA Tim. d0wn 1iver. He'd