Cheyenne Wells record., 1921-12-08

him, 80 also was this entirely new to
him.
Flowers took q ring Of heavy keys
from the hand Of the TALLER. and led
the way down q whitewashed corridor.
It was not yet bedtime, and the other
prisoners were still up; some Of them
were reading newspapers, others were
trying to mend their clothing. still
others were doing nothing. A few of
them called out boldly and bade the
new prisoner welcome-and each Of
these received q gruf order from the
sheriff to keep quiet. Dale paid no at
tention whatever to his would-be
tormentors.
At an iron door at the end of the
corridor. the officer halted and faced
about.
IF there could be such a thing as
a comfortable cell here" he said In
low and kindly tones. ''it's this one"
He went on earnestly: snow ! want
you to believe me when tell you that
It Is with real regret that l put you
behind door Of Iron. But If didn't
do 1t, somebody else would do It; and
it's possible that can be little more
decent about 1t than another officer
would be-"
II realize all that, y'know." replied
Dale, land I'm very much obliged to
you, sheriff."
Flowers unlocked the door. and Bill
Dale walked In. Flowers locked the
door and went away.
Dale began to inspect his quarters.
To all appearances, they were at least
clean. There was narrow bed COW
cred with a pair Of gray blankets. a
stool and a soapbox, and nothing more.
The light in the corridor behind him
made snaky black lines Of bar-shadows
on the brick partition walls and the
outer wall Of stone. Dale shuddered
in spite Of himself. He put up one
hand and turned on q small light,
which dissipated the uncanny shad-
ows-and showed him a line from
Dante's Inferno" that to him seemed
very miserable: some former occupant
Of that cell had written It with char
coal on the whItewashed outer wall.
Then Dale sat wearily down on the
narrow bed, leaned his head upon his
hands, and began to think.
He had always wanted difficulties
to overcome, barriers to surmount, q
work to do, a fight to fight for him.
self. In full measure he had found
them every one. He did not doubt his
ability to overcome the difficulties, sur
mount the barriers, do his work well
and fight his fight as good man
fights, and win-if 1t were not for the
charge Of having shot and killed Black
Adam Ball! It seemed to him now
that that must end all that was worth
while for him. For that was more
than a difficulty, more than a barrier
He firmly believed that 1t had been
his bullet that had finished the earthly
existence of the giant hillman. True.
1t had been an accident. But how was
he to convince jury that 1t had been
un accident7 Would the jury take his
word for 1t? The jury would not, of
course.
The mysterious third shot, that had
come from little dlstance-but he
could not reasonably expect deliver
ance from that source. II only he had
held down his abominable. savage tenn
per; IL only he had
Major Bradley interrupted his un-
pleasant train Of thought.
mo brooding there, my boy!"
Dale looked up. The old attorney,
as neat In appearance as though he
had not even seen. saddle that day,
was standing just outside the hate
full door Of bars. Beside him stood
whiteclad negro boy with big tray
of steaming food on one hand and q
pot Of steaming coffee In the other.
The jailer came and unlocked the
door; also he very considerably
brought another stool and fresh water.
The major entered the cell. and the
negro followed.
An amused twinkle appeared in
Dale's eyes as Bradley put the tray
down on the soapbox. There was
enough for Ave threshing ma chine
hands! The black boy was sent to the
front door to wait.
II thought you'd be as hungry as
am, and I'm as hungry as poor old
By Heck ever was!" laughed the
major, as he sat down and began to
pour the coffee. "Riding always made
me as hungry as bear in April. Light
right into 1t, Dale. There's nothing
like good steak, for any meal, when
fellow Is half starved: eh. Dale?
Try that one, won't you? told Massen-
gale I'd cause his beheadment if these
steaks weren't perfect. Massengale," he
added, runs the hotel here, the Eu-
reka Funeral Parlors, and. the One
Price Clothing Emporium"
II wonder" smiled Bill Dale, what
he does with his spare timer"
Bradley laughed, his eyes twinkling
merrily. Dale found that he too was
hungry, now that savory odors had
invaded his nostrils. A minute later,
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