Western news and the Libby times. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1920-1933, 1932-03-03

hind the mask Of his injury At last
he was alone. Uncle Dan gone and the
fussy car porter finally assured that
there was nothing more he could do.
Alone. where be could think
But there was only one thought.
This was the end Fullhouse must
know that there was reward on his
head BY now. he must be at the
little towns police headquarters. tell
ing his story. The old hate began to
boil in his brain. the hate which he
had known In his cell at 240 Center
street, In the Tombs. in the countless
cages. Suddenly, he strove to rise.
but the bolts OF pain drove like light
ming through his head; dizzy. ex.
hausted. he dropped to his bunk again.
When Joe awoke. It was dark. and
the slow-moving train was rocking
along It's eradlelike journey to new
town. He half rose. and stared up
and down the aisle. Bnt there were
no watching men al the doors. No
one. then. had come 10 the train to
claim him. Either legal technicalties
OF which J0el knew nothing had Of
fered a temporary bar. or more Inn
portant. Fullhouse had chosen not to
remember A swift picture came to
him. Of scene In the homicide bn-
reau, with Louie Bertolini standing
smugly at one side. Fullhouse at the
table. hands behind his fiat hips. his
narrow shoulders rounded. his faced.
emotlonless features turned toward
Joe with the laconic question.
How did know what you wanted
him to look like?r
For the first time. Joe Barry saw
In that statement In the homicide bu-
reau possibility OF friendship Full
house might have meant It when he
had said
How did | know what you wanted
him to look like?'
A few hours should tell now Ger
tainly II the news had Travelled. even
II there had bean the necessity for
confrmatory kilograms to New York.
there would be an officer awaiting the
arrival Of the show train In the next
town. An hour later. Joe Barry heard
the grinding OF brake shoes and stiff
fened himself for the agony OF wait
ing. minute upon minute. In that hour
certain things had come to him. grim
plans for the immediate future II the
worst had happened. an equally des-
perate alternative. accomplished with
less haste II there were a respite. In
either event. he knew. his happiness.
his hope, was gone
After time he rose weakly and
dressed. Els head pounded with trip
hammer blows: his surroundings float.
ed at times. The parade was coming
back to the lot when at last he
reached the circus grounds. A flying
figure leaped from her horse and ran
to him; Joe caught her hungrily. At
last
"Sue. I'VE got to have serious talk
with you"
"Of course. you have!" she pouted.
Then with laugh: Goodness, Joe,
our talk can walt"
Il didn't mean today" the man said.
TT isn't something that we can settle
In a short time. Tonight, after the
show"
Maybe" she said and patted his
cheek. Now. you do as | tell you.
You 60 and rest until time to make
up. That is. II you really insist on
going into the ring"
Joe rested only a short time Soon
he was up and walking around again.
in answer to the restlessness of him
the waiting, hour upon hour of agony
the agony OF gamble But 1t was
not gamble; either way. Sue must
soon or later know. The experience
of yesterday had taught him the flu
tility OF hope; today. or year from
now, or ten years, 1t would be the
same, always the threat. always the
danger, the restiveness. the gnawing
fear that would never cease. Beyond
all this was the knowledge that Sue
Dayton loved him; In that realization
lay finality. AS long as he could wor-
ship her. with never a thought beyond
that worship. as long as he could love
her and never let her know. just that
long had his life possessed fullness,
for no one could rob him of that.
There had been a certain satisfaction
In 1t. the feeling that she was his
friend and that be loved her. loved
her enough to seal his heart against
ever committing the crime OF telling
her. But now that was done. He
knew that by loving her. he had hurt
her. Today. roughly. from the lips Of
some one else, or tonight. from his
own faltering ones. she must learn the
truth. before he went away forever.
Duly he turned his steps to the treas
ury wagon.
Il guess I'll draw out q little
money" he said. Joe had allowed his
wages to ride the wagon, except for
necessities.
The treasurer counted out hundred
dollars In accordance with Joes
signed withdrawal slip.
The matinee came, and the mockery
OF the act of the sawdust ring; for
the first time. the beloved Iorio verged