Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1921-09-30

Flowers unlocked the door, and Bill
Dale walked in Flowers locked the
door and went away.
! Dale began to inspect his quarters.
70 all appearances, they were at least
clean. There was a narrow bed COW
cred with a pair of gray blankets,
stool and 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 shuudered
| in spite Of himself. He put up one
hand and turned on a small light,
which dissipated the uncanny Shad-
ows-and showed him q 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 YEARLY down on the
narrow, bed, leaned his head upon his
hands, and began to think.
He had always wanted difficulties
i to overcome, barriers to surmount, a
work to do, fight to fight for him
self. In full measure he had found
them every one. He did not doubt his
4 ability to overcome the difficulties, sur
mount the barriers, do his work well
and fight his fight as good man
| fights, and win-if it were not for the
charge Of having shot and killed Black
Adam Ball! 1t seemed to him now
that that must end all that was worth
while for him. For that was more
than a difficulty, more than barrier.
He firmly believed that it had been
his bullet that had finished the earthly
existence of the giant hillman. True,
it had been an accident. But how was
he to convince a jury that it had been
en- accident? Would the jury take his
word for it? The jury would not, of
course.
i The mysterious third shot, that had
come from little distance-but he
could not reasonably expect deliver
ance from that source If only he had
held down his aDominable, savage tenn
per; if only he had
Major Bradley interrupted his I'M
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 a saddle that day,
was standing just outside the hate
| full door of bars. Beside him stood a
whiteclad negro boy with big tray
Of steaming food on one hand and a
i pot of steaming coffee in the other.
i The jailer came and unlocked the
Idoor; 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 FIVE threshing-machine
hands The black boy was sent to the
front door to wait.
Il thought you'd be as hungry Us
/ am, aid I'm as hungry as poor ord
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 it, Dale. There's nothing
like good steak, for any meal, when
a fellow is half starved; eh, Dale?
Try that one, won't you? told Massen-
gale I'd cause his beheadment if these
4 steaks weren't perfect. Massengale," he
added, runs the hotel here, the Eu-
reka Funeral Parlors, and the One
Price Clothing Emporium"
81 wonder" smiled Bill Dale, what
bo DOCS, With 1,ie, c,T1oro fiY1oo9D
| Bradley laughed, his eyes tWinkling
merrily. Dale found that he too was
hungry, now that savory odors had
invaded his nostrils. A minute later,
and he had pronounced his steak deli
cious.
"NIassengale shall not suffer be-
headment," said the major; and he
began to carve his own steak
1t was an excellent meal, the grim
surroundings Notwithstanding. When
it was over, the negro boy came and
took away the dishes, and received
with gladstone grin the two silver
coins that were given him. Then Brad
ley produced a handful of cigars, and
two of them were promptly lighted.
Nov, sir" said the old lawyer, Il
| feel like talking. Let's see, you gave
1 your man Hayes orders to carry the
work right along as though nothing
had happened, didn't you? And the
sheriff is to go back the day after to-
morrow to arrest two or three Balls
and two or three Torreys, to see what
he can find out concerning the dyna
hitting of the two buildings and the
/ trestle-today was not a good time to
make the arrests. Am I correct?'
Correct" nodded Dale.
Bradley regarded his cigar thought
| fully.
SHOW" he said in low tone, sud-
denly lifting his gaze to the others
face, "tell me about the thing that
brought you here. Don't omit even the
slightest detail. Nobody can overhear
you if you will hold your voice down.
These walls are very thick, you see.
! Well, you may begin"
In carefully guarded tones, Bill
Dale gave straightforward account
of the whole unfortunate occurrence.
The major listened intently to every
word of it, so intently that he allowed
his cigar to go out. Often he stopped
his client and asked him to repeat GER
tain portions of the story in order