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"I set my back to the fence."
paring broth, and they insisted that the
two latter delicacies be fed to the pa
tient at once. They were still in ig
norance of the truth about the Cross
roads and spent the day (it was Sun
day) partly in getting in the way of*
the attendants and partly in planning1
an assault upon the Rouen jail for the
purpose of lynching Slattery in case
Harkless' condition did not improve at
once. Those who had heard his state
ment kept close mouths until the story
appeared in full in the Rouen papers on
Monday morning. But by that time
every member of the Crossroads White
Caps was lodged in the Rouen jail with
Slattery. Horner and a heavily armed
poste rode over to the muddy corners
on Sunday night, and the sheriff dis
covered that lie might have taken the
Skilletts and Johnsons single handed
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A#T Copyright. 1899. by "Doubleday rtS McClur* Co.
JJf Copyright. 1902. by McClur*, Thillipj /& Co.
""I'm not quite clear about wliat hap
pened afterward. They went away
not far, I think. There's an old shed, a
cattle shelter, near there, and I think
the storm drove them under it to wait
for a slack. It seemed a long time.
Sometimes I was conscious, sometimes
I wasn't. I thought I might be
drowned, but I suppose the rain was
good for me. Then I remember being in
motion, being dragged and carried a
long way. They carried me up a steep,
short slope and set me down near the
top. I knew that was the railroad em
bankment, and I thought they meant to
lay me across the track, but it didn't
occur to themthey are not familiar
with melodramaand a long time after
that I felt and heard a great banging
and rattling under me and all about
me, and it came to me that they had
disposed of me by hoisting me into an
empty freight car. The odd part of it
was that the car wasn't empty, for
there were two men already in it, and
I knew them by what they said to me.
"They were the two shell men that
cheated Hartley Bowlder, and they
weren't vindictive. They even seemed
to be trying to help me a little, though
perhaps they were only stealing my
clothes, and maybe they thought for
them to do anything unpleasant would
be superfluous. I could see that they
thought I was done for and that they
had been hiding in the car when I was
put there. I asked them to try to call
the trainmen for me, but they wouldn't
listen or else I couldn't make myself un
derstood. That's all. The rest is a blur.
I haven't known anything more until
those surgeons were here. Please tell
me how long ago it happened. I shall
not die, I think. There are a good many
things I want to know about." He
moved restlessly, and the nurse soothed
Meredith rose and left the room with
a noiseless step. He went out to the
stars again and looked to them to check
the storm of rage and sorrow that buf
feted his bosom. He understood lynch
ing, now the thing was home to him,
and his feeling was no inspiration of a
fear lest the law miscarry. It was the
itch to get his own hand on the rope.
Horner came out presently and whis
pered a long, broad, profound curse
upon the men of the Crossroads, and
Meredith's gratitude to him was keen.
Barrett went away soon after, and
Meredith had a strange, unreasonable
desire to kick Barrett, possibly for his
sergeant's sake. Warren Smith sat in
the ward with the nurse and Gay, and
the room was very quiet. It was a long
vigil. They were only waiting.
At 5 o'clock he was still alivejust
that, Smith came out to say. Meredith
sent a telegram to Helen which would
give Plattville the news that Harkless
was found and was not yet gone from
them. Horner left for the station to
catch a train. There were things for
him to do in Carlow. At noon Meredith
sent a second telegram to Helen as bar
ren of detail as the first. He was alive
was a little improved. But this tele
gram did not reach her, for she was on
the way to Rouen, and half of the pop
ulation of Carlowat least so it seemed
to the unhappy conductor of the accom
modationwas with her.
They seemed to feel that they could
camp in the hospital halls and corri
dors. 2nd they were an incalculable
worry to the authorities. More came
on every train, and nearly all brought
flowers and jelly and chickens for pre-
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and unarmed. Their nerve was gone.
They were shaken and afraid, and, to
employ a figure somewhat inappropri
ate to their sullen, glad surrender, they
fell upon his neck in their relief at
finding the law touching them. They
had no wish to hear "John Brown's
Body" again. They wanted to get in
side of a strong jail and to throw them
selves on the mercy of the court as soon,
as possible. And those whom Harkless
had not recognized made no delay in
giving themselves up. They did not,
wish to remain in Six Crossroads. Bob
Skillett, Force Johnson and one or two
others needed the care of a physician
badly, and one man was suffering!
from a severely wrenched back. Hor-i
ner had a train stopped at a crossing
so that his prisoners need not be taken'
through Plattville, and he brought'
them all safely to Rouen.
It took nearly a week to persuade the
people of Plattville that it was better
for them to go home, and it was only
the confidence inspired by the manner
of the two eminent surgeons (they lay
In wait at all hours to interview these
gentlemen) that did persuade them to'
returnthis and the promise of two
daily bulletins.
As many of them said on their re
turn, Plattville didn't "feel like the same
place," and a strange thing had hap
penedfor the first time in five years
the Carlow County Herald missed fire
altogether. Tuesday, Thursday and
Saturday passed. Mr. Fisbee only sat
staring out of the dingy office win
dows with Parker in a demented si
lence. There was no Herald there
Was no one to get it out.
In the Rouen hospital John Harkless
feebly moved on his bed of pain. His
constant delusion was that the uni
verse was a vast, white heated brass
bell and he a point at the center of it,
listening, listening for years, to the
brazen hum it gave off and burning
in hot waves of sound.
Finally he came to what he would
have considered a lucid interval had
It not appeared that Helen Sherwood
was whispering to Tom Meredith at
the foot of his bed. This he knew to
be a fictitious presentation of his fever,
for was she not by this time away and
away for foreign lands? And also Tom
Meredith was a slim young thing and
not a middle aged youth with an un
deniable stomach and a baldish head
who by the preposterous necromancy
of fever assumed a grotesque likeness
of his old friend. He waved his hand
to the figures, and they vanished like
figments of a dream but, all the same,
the vision had been realistic enough
for the lady to look exquisitely pretty.
No one could help wishing to stay in
a world which contained as charming
a picture as that.
But the next night Meredith waited
near his bedside, haggard and dishev
eled. Harkless had been lying in a
long stupor. Suddenly he spoke, quite
loudly, and the young surgeon, Gay,
who leaned over him, remembered the
words and the tone all his life.
"Awayand awayacross the wa-
ters," said John Harkless. "She was
hereoncein June."
"What is it, John?" whispered Mere
dith huskily. "You're feeling easier,
aren't you?"
And John smiled a little, as if, for
the moment, he saw and knew his old
friend again.
That same night a friend of Rodney
McCune's sent a telegram from Rouen:
"He is dying. His paper is dead.
Your name goes before convention in
gaged in decorating the bat
tered chairs in the Herald edi
torial room with blue satin
ribbon, the purchase of which at the
Dry Goods Emporium had been direct
ed by a sudden inspiration of his supe
rior, Mr. Parker of the composing
force. It was Ross' intention to gar
nish each chair with an elaborately
tied bow, but as he was no sailor and
understood only the intricacies of a
hard knot he confined himself to that
species of ornamentation, leaving, how
ever, very long ends of ribbon hanging
down after the manner of the pendants
of rosettes. Mr. Schofield was alone at
his labor, his two confreres having be
taken themselves to the station to meet
the train from Rouen.
It was a wet, gray day. The wide
country lay dripping under formless
wraps of thin mist, and the warm, driz
zling rain blackened the weather beat
en shingles of the station, made clear
reflecting puddles on the unevenly
worn planks of the platform and damp
ened the packing cases too thoroughly
for occupation by the station lounger.
The bus driver, Mr. Bennett, and the
proprietors of two attendant "cut
ders" and three or four other worthies
whom business or the lack of it called
to that locality availed themselves of
the shelter of the waiting room, but the
gentlemen of the Herald were too agi
tated to be confined save by the limits
of the horizon.
They had reached the station half an'
hour before train time and consumed
the interval in pacing the platform un
der a big cotton umbrella, addressing
each other only In monosyllables. Those
In the waiting room gossiped eagerly
and for the thousandth time about the
late events and particularly about the
tremendous news of Fisbee. Judd Ben
nett looked out through the rainy door
way at the latter with reverence and a
fine pride of townsmanship. fle de
clared it to be his belief that Fisbee
and Parker were waiting for her now.
For all Carlow knew why Fisbee had
gone to meet the strange lady at the
station when she had come to visit
the Briscoes, why he had come with
let to the lecture, why he had taken
supper at the Briscoes' three times and
dinner twice when she was there. Fis
bee had told the story to Parker on a
melancholy afternoon as they sat to
gether in the Herald office, and Parker
had told the town. It was simple
enough indeed, and Fisbee's past was
a mystery no longer. It might have
been revealed years before had there
been anything in particular to reveal
and if it had ever occurred to Fisbee
to talk of himself and his affairs.
Things had a habit of not occurring to
Mr. Parker, very nervous himself,
felt his companion's elbow trembling
against his own as the great engine,
reeking in the mist and sending great
clouds of white vapor up to the sky,
swooped down the track, rushed by
them and came to a standstill beyond
the platform. Fisbee and the foreman
made haste to the nearest vestibule
and were gazing blankly at its barred
approaches when they heard a silvery
laugh behind them and an exclamation.
"Upstairs and downstairs and in my
lady's chamber! Just behind you.
Turning quickly, the foreman beheld
a blushing and smiling little vision, a
vision with light brown hair, a vision
enveloped in a light brown rain cloak
and with brown gloves from which
the handles of a big brown traveling
bag were let fall as the vision dis
appeared under the cotton umbrella,
while the smitten Judd Bennett reeled
gasping against the station.
"Dearest," the girl cried to the old
man, "you should have been looking
for me between the devil and the deep
sea, the parlor car and the smoker!
I've given up cigars, and I've begun
to study economy, so I didn't come on
The drizzle and mist blew in under
the top of the "cut under" as they
drove rapidly into town, and bright lit
tle drops sparkled on the fair hair
above the new editor's forehead and on
the long lashes above the new editor's
cheeks. She shook these transient
gems off lightly as she paused in the
doorway of the office at the top of the
rickety stairway.
Mr. Schofield had just added the last
touch to his decorations and managed
to slide into his coat as the party came
up the stairs, and now, perspiring,
proud, embarrassed, he assumed an at
titude at once deprecatory of his en
deavors and pointedly expectant of
commendations for the results. (He
was a modest youth and a conscious.
After his first sight of her as she stood
in the doorway it was several days be
fore he could lift his distressed eyes
under the new editor's glance or, in
deed, dare to avail himself of more
than a hasty and fluttering stare at
her when her back was turned.) As
she entered the room he sidled along
the wall and laughed sheepishly at
Every chair in the room was orna
mented with one of his blue rosettes,
tied carefully and firmly to the middle
slat of each chair back. There had
been several yards of ribbon left over,
and there was a hard knot of glossy
satin on each of the inkstands dnd on
the doorknobs. A blue band passing
around the stovepipe lent it an antique
rakishness suggestive of the charioteer,
and a number of streamers suspended
from a hook in the ceiling encouraged
a supposition that the employees of the
Herald were contemplating the in
tricate festivities of May day. It need
ed no ghost to infer that these garni
tures had not embellished the editorial
chamber during Mr. Harkless' activity,
but, on the contrary, had been put in
place that very morning. Mr. Fisbee
had not known of the decorations, and
as his eye fell upon them a faint look
of pain passed over his brow. But the
girl examined the room with a dancing
eye, and there were both tears and
laughter in her heart.
"How beautiful!" she cried. "How
beautiful!" She crossed the room and
gave her hand to Ross. "It is Mr.
Schofield, isn't it? The ribbons are
delightful. I didn't know Mr. Hark
less' room was so pretty."
Ross looked out of the window and
laughed as he took her hand, which he
shook with a long up and down motion,
but he was set at better ease by her
apparent unconsciousness of the fact
that the decorations were for her. "Ob,
it ain't much, I reckon," he replied,
and continued to look out of the win
dow and laugh.
She went to the desk and removed
her gloves and laid her rain cloak over
a chair near by. "Is this Mr. Harkless'
chair?" she asked, and, Fisbee answer
ing that it was, she looked gravely at it
for a moment, passed her hand gently
over the back of it and then, throwing
the rain cloak over another chair, said
"Do you know, I think the first thing
for us to do will be to dust everything
Wry carefully?"
"You remember, I was confident she
Irould know precisely where to begin,"
Fisbee's earnest whisper in, the
willing ear of the long foreman. "Not
an instant's indecision, was there?/'
"No, siree," replied the other, and as
he went down to the pressroom to hunt
for a feather duster which he thought
might be found there he collared Bud
Tipworthy, the devil, who, not admit
ted to the conclave of his superiors,
"was whistling on the rainy stairway.
"You hustle and And that dustbrush
we used to have, Bud," said Parker.
And presently as they rummaged in
the nooks and crannies about the ma
chinery he melted to his small assist-
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ant. "The paperH^1savea7~Bua'dIe--
saved by an angel in light brown. You
can tell it by the look of her."
"Gee!" said Bud.
Mr. Schofield had come, blushing, to
join them. "Say, Cale, did you notice
the color of her eyes?"
"Yes. They're gray."
"I thought so, too, show day and at
Kedge Halloway's lecture. But say,
Cale. they're kind of changeable. When
she come in upstairs with you and Fis
bee they were jest as bluenear
matched the color of our ribbons."
"Gee!" repeated Mr. Tipworthy.
When the editorial chamber had been
made so neat that it almost glowed,
though it could never be expected to
shine as did Fisbee and Caleb Parker
and Ross Schofield that morning, the
lady took her seat at the desk and
looked over the few items the gentle
men had already compiled for her pe
rusal. Mr. Parker explained many tech
nicalities peculiar to the Carlow Her
ald, translated some phrases of the
printing room and enabled her to grasp
the amount of matter needed to fill an
When Parker finished the three in
competents sat watching the little fig
ure with the expression of hopeful and
trusting terriers. She knit her brow
for a second, but she did not betray an
instant's indecision.
"I think we should have regular
market reports," she announced ear
nestly. "I am sure Mr. Harkless would
approve. Don't you think he would?"
She turned to Parker.
"Market reports!" Mr. Fisbee ex
claimed. "I should never have thought
of market reports, nor do I imagine
would either of mymy associates. A
woman to conceive the idea of market
The editor blushed. "Why, who
would, dear, if not a woman or a spec
ulator, and I'm not a speculator, and
neither are you, and that's the reason
you didn't think of them. So, Mr.
Parker, as there is so much pressure,
and if you don't mind continuing to act
as reporter as well as compositor until
after tomorrow, and if it isn't too wet
you must have an umbrellawould it
be too much bother if you went around
to all the shopsstores, I meanto all
the grocers and the butchers and the
leather place we passed, the tannery,
and if there's one of those places where
they bring cattle, would it be too much
to ask you to stop thereand at the
flour mill, if it isn't too far, and at the
dry goods storeand you must take a
blank book and a sharpened pencil, and
will you price everything, please, and
jot down how much things are?"
Orders received, the impetuous Par
ker was departing on the instant when
she stopped him with a little cry, "But
you haven't any umbrella!" And she
forced her own, a slender wand, upon
him. It bore a cunningly wrought
handle, and its fabric was of glisten
ing silk. The foreman, unable to de
cline it, thanked her awkwardly, and
as she turned to speak to Fisbee he
bolted out of the door and ran down
the steps without unfolding the um
brella, and then as he made for Mr.
Martin's emporium he buttoned it se
curely under his long Prince Albert,
determined that not a drop of water
should touch and ruin so delicate a
thing. Thus he carried it, triumphant
ly dry, through the course of his re
portings of that day.
When he had gone the editor laid her
hand on Fisbee's arm. "Dear," she said,
"do you think you'd take cold if you
went over to the hotel and made a note
of all the arrivals for the last week and
the departures too? I noticed that Mr.
Harkless always filled two or three'
sticks, isn't it?with them and things
about them, and somehow it 'read' very
nicely. You must ask the landlord all
about them, and if there aren't any, we
can take up the same amount of space
lamenting the dull times, just as he
used to. You see, I've read the Herald
faithfully. Isn't it a good thing I al
ways subscribed for it?" She patted
Fisbee's cheek with her soft hand and
laughed gayly into his mild, vague old
eyes. "It won't be this scramble to 'fill
up' much longer. I have plans, gentle
men, and before long we will print
news and we must buy 'plate matter'
instead of patent insides and I had a
talk with the Associated Press people
In Rouen, but that's for afterwhile.
And I went to the hospital this morn
ing before I left. They wouldn't let me
see him again, but they told me all
about him, and he's better, and I got
Tom to go to the jail, and he saw some
of those beasts, and I can do a column
of description besides an editorial about
them, and I will be fierce enough to
suit Carlow, you may believe that And
I've been talking to Senator Burns
that is, listening to Senator Burns,
which is much stupiderand I think I
can do an article on national politics.
X'm not very well up on local issues
yet, and I" She broke off suddenly.
"There, I think we can get out tomor
row's number without any trouble. By
the time you get back from the hotel,
father, I'll have half mymy stuff
written'written up,' I mean. Take
your big umbrella and go, dear, and
please ask at the express office if a
typewriter has come for me."
She laughed again with sheer delight,
like a child, and ran to a corner and
got the cotton umbrella and placed it
in the old man's hand. As he reached
the door she called after him, "Wait!"
and went to him and knelt before him
and, with the humblest, proudest grace
in the world, turned up his trousers to
keep them from the mud. Ross Scho
field had never considered Mr. Fisbee a
particularly sacred sort of person, but
he did from that moment. The old
man made some timid protest at the
girl's action, but she answered: "The
great ladies used to buckle the Cheva
lier Bayard's spurs for him, and you're
a great deal nicer than the Chev
You haven't any rubbers! I don't be
lieve any of you have any rubbers!"
And not until both Fisbee and Mr.
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Office in Carew Block,
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A fine line of Tobacco and Cigars.
Main Street, Princeton.
Dealer in
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Telephone 51.
Princeton. Minn.
Will.takei full charge of dead bodies when
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always in stock. Also Springfield metalics.
Dealer In Monuments of all kinds.
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at the place where you can buy right.
buy right if you buy for cash and you
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all times if you buy at
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to call and see us.
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Princeton, Minn.
and wagon makers.
Wagons and Buggies manufactured
and repaired.
Satisfaction also guaranteed in all other
lines of our business.
Shops next to starch Factory.
Princeton, Minn.
Great Northern Railway.
Le Milaca Princeton Elk River
Ar. Anoka
Ar. Milaca
Duluth. 6
BroOk Park.. 9
Mora 9
Ogllvie 9
Milaca 10:20
Pease (f) 10:30
L. Siding(f).10:40
Brickton (f).10
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Zimmerman. 11:
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Ar. S Paul. 1:05
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35 a.m.
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Minneapolis. 3::05
Anoka 3
Elk River.... 4
Zimmerman. 4
Princeton.. 4
Brickton (f). 4
L. Siding (f). 4
Pease (f).... 5
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Ogilvie 5::45
Mora 6
Brook Park. 6::25
Ar. Duluth.. 9::25
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Weston 4:54 p. 5
Ar, Milaca 5:00p.m.
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TO^enlar communications 2a and 4th
ib Wednesday of
JOHN A. GBAHEg, j^***". C. C.
T? r,
A CKE, W. M.
W. E J. GRATZ, Sec'y.
N O. 93, of
Regular meetings every Tuesday eve
ning at 8 o'clock.
Hebron Encampment.
No. 42,1.0. O.P.
Meetings, 2nd and 4th Mondays
at 8 clock pc. MSATJSSEB, C.
Jos. CRAIG. Scribe.
NO.208,I.O. O.
Ft.7:80a e^ning
W r,
fr* Saturdays of
W. G. FBBDRICK,a R. Sec.
CHAS. A. OAKES, Clerk.
^U at Brick-
yards.v&V Visitin members cordially invited.
Princeton, Minn.
Single and Double Rigs
at a floments' Notice.
CommercialTravelers' Trade a Specialty
Erick Heglund has started a black
smith and repair shop in the old Pe
terson & Nelson shop north of the
Sadley mill and is prepared to do all
kinds of blacksmithing and repair
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