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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, July 27, 1912, Image 13

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The sun casts its rays over the
sleeping little western town of
Neenan. One by one the huts
show signs of awakening occu
pants. Miners with their pack
trains start on the arduous jour
ney towards the mountains. Here
and there men hurry to work.
Suddenly a gunshot is, heard upon
the frosty air. A prisoner has es
caped from jail.
Along the mountain trail a man
and horse rush onward, striving
to gain the distant sheltering
hills. The man urges-the lagging
horse along. Feebly the tired
animal responds to whip and
A typical winter afternoon in
the west. Along the same trail
another man and horse leisurely
make their way. The man peers
ever to' right and, left. He is the
sheriff of Neenan.
.The full moon shines down on
a lonely cabin in the mountains.
Through the shadows cast by the
silent trees creeps a man. After
one last long crawl he reaches the
side of the cabin. He pauses;
then cautiously raising his body,
peers in the small dusty window.
A look of pleasure comes over his
face. His quarry is run to cover.
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JP dim in the firelifht. Tn the har.k-
ground the figure of a man kneels
by the side of a rough bed. On
the bed IiEs a woman, worn by
sickness. At her side a wee new
born babe makes the air ring with
its new-found powers of voice.
As the woman's glance rests on
he man, a smile of contentment
appears on her face. She mur
murs over and over again: "I
kno'd you'd come, Jim. I kno'd
you'd come."
The man at the window hesi
tates. An air of determination
comes over him. He starts for
the door. Again he pauses. He
takes from his pocket a worn
telegram and reads: "Son born
last night. Mother dangerously
ill." He brushes away a tear and
the tall form of the sheriff is
swallowed by thelump of moun
tain trees.
The midday sun casts its light
upon a posse leaving Neenan for
the mountain trail. At a turn of
the trail they suddenly halt. The
sheriff looms into view alone!
With set jaws and head thrown
back he acknowledges defeat.
Outwardly he is beaten; inward
ly he feels a bigger man than he
was ever before. His hearers
curse him, clamoring for the
blood of his fprmer prisoner. He
shakes his head decidedly.
The next day in Neenan. The
sheriff hands in his resignation to
the little group of miners, ranch
men and cowboys.
The afternoqn sun shines on
Neenan ex-sheriff as his broncho
picks its way along the trail that
led back to the ranch from which
its rider had come five years ago
to become sheriff.
In the rider's ears sounds the
cooing of a new-born babe, his
eyes once more see the smile of
happiness on a woman's face.
"They say you done shirked your
duty, ole man, but God above
knows you was in the right,"

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