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: 1 4..:. B2 Front ntleman 1 a. ?J ZSOOTH TSl'Z.KJJGTOJ1 o. CepyrijLi. I ODD, by "Dovbtcday SSL McClure nJo. Ccpyrigbt. 1002. by McClure. ThiUipj YZL Co. A pun spat fire from the higher ; almost instantly, and the smoke, unit-j the momen. that would have been too late. The all heard him. They all knew, too, that he was not trying to save the Crossroads as a matter of duty, because he had given that up tie fore the mob left Plattville. Indeed, it was a question if at the last he had not tacitly approved, and no one feared indictments for the day's work. It I would do no harm to listen to what he had to say. The svork could wait. It &I? i would "keen"' for five minutes-. They w 1 . .. 1 began to gatuer arounu mm, auh. flushed, perspiring and smelling of smoke.. Hartley Bowlder, won by Uge desperation and intrepidity, was helping the latter tie up his head. No one else was hurt. "What is it?" they clamored inipi- fore the two of 'em got away with him. lie's so shot and hacked up his mother wouldn't know him if she wanted fa At least that's what they say out here. We haven't seen hhn. He's called Jer ry the Teller, and one of my sergeants found him in the freight yard. Knew stepped forward, but Tom Meredith, with a loud cry of grief, threw him self on his knees beside the cot and seized the wandering fingers In his own. "John'." he cried. "John, Is it you? The vciie went on rapidly, not heed- it was the Teller, because lie was stow- j ing him. "Ah. you needn't howl! Well, ed away in one of the empty cars that I laugh away, yen Indians! If it hadn't ground, :aul Willetts dropped where ' ing with that now rolling out of every he stood, but was up again in a second, window of the saloon, went up to heav- witli a red line across his forehead j en in a cumbrous, gray column. tiently. "Speak quick!" There w:-s another harmless shot from a fugitive, and then the Crossroaders, divinirg where the ball-had grazed .his temple. ! As the names began to spread there j that the diversion was in their favor. Th mob spread, out like a fan, the j.was a rapid fusillade Irom tue rear 01 men cnuiuing me ience anu uegin.uing the advance through the fields, thus closing on the ambuscade from both sides. Mr. Watts, wading through the high grass .in. the field nortli of the road.-' perceived the barrel of a gun 'shining from the fence some distance in front of l.im and the same second, although'' no weapon was seen in his hand;' discharged a "revolver at the clump of grass and weeds behind the gun. Instantly ten or twelve men leaped from their hiding places along the fences of both fields and, firing hurriedly-and harmlessly into the scat tered ranks of the oncoming mob, broke for the shelter of the houses, .where their fellows were posted. Tak J cn on the Hanks and from the rear, there was but one thing for them to the house, and a hundred men and more, who had kpt on through the fields to the north, assailed it from be came from Plattville 'last night. And Slattery that's his running mate, the one we caught with the coat and hat owned up that they beat their way on that freight. Looks like Slattery let the Teller do all the fighting, scratched. We've been at been for this ankle but it seems to be my chest tint's hurt and side not that it. matters, you know. The sopho more's just as good or tetter. It's on ly my egotism. Yes, it must be the lie ain't ; side and chest and head all over, I Slattery I believe, I'll try again next year next Do, you want to go in with us?" "Yes," said Meredith simply, and a young surgeon presently appeared and secured themselves nv their decrepit L led them down a wide corridor and up pretty hard, but he won't open his year I'll make it a daily. Helen said. head, and we hope to get something not that I should call you Helen I out of this one. He's delirious, but mean Miss Miss Fisbee no, Sher- they saj- he'll come to before he dies. wood but I've always thought Helen fninpsses and held their tire. Mean while the flames crackled cheerful y in Plattville ears. No matter what tie lett 'saloon and homestead were goD?, and Bob Skillett and one other wou d be sick enough to 1? good for awhile. "Listen!" cried Warren j Smith, ant, rising in his stirrups again, read tb? 1 hind. Their shots passed clear through ( prosecutor had to say, at least the Sk 1- the flimsy partitions, and there was a screaming like beasts' howls from with in. The frontr-door was thrown open. and a lean, nerce eyeu gin, wnu a cast knife in her hand, ran out in the face of the mob. At sound of the shots in the rear they had begun to advance on the house a second time, and Hartley Bowlder was the nearest man to the girl. With awful words and shrieking inconceivably she made straight at Hartley and attacked him with the knife: She struck at him again and again, and in her anguish of hate and fear she was so extraordinary a specta cle that she gained for her companions do to keep from being hemmed In and the seconds they needed to escape from was badly damaged. !. nnnnlntinn rontered homing Ins law on 111s laee v im i! iV i'"' i,!... ... , hands. The girl turned anu speu unci. them. She was over the fence almost as soon as they were, and the three ran In single file, the girl last. She was ei ther magnificently sacrificial and fear shot or captured. (They excessively pre ferred being shot.) With a wild, high. joyous yell, sounding like the bay Of vomig hounds breaking into view of their nuarry, tthe Plattville men fol lowed. The most eastward of the debilitated edifices of Six Crossroads was the, sa loon. It. bore the painted legends, on the west wall, "Last Chance-," on the east wall, "First Chance." Next ' to this and separated by two or three acres of weedy vacancy from the cor ners. thickest. . stood if one may so predi cnte of a -building which leaned in sev- enTrireet ions the house of Mr. Rob ert Skillett. the proprietor of the sa-J loon. Both buildings were shut up as tight. as their state of repair pcrmit-j ted. As they were farthest to the east, they formed the nearest shelter, and to them the Crossroaders bent their fiight, though they stopped nof here, but dis appeared behind Skillett's shanty, put tin: it between them and their pur suers, who.? guns were beginning to sneak, the fugitives had ;i good start, and. being the picked runners of the Crossroads, . they crossed tlie open, weed v acres in safety and. made for their 'homes. Every house had become a fort, and the defenders would have to be fought; and torn out one by one. Vs the guns sounded, a woman in a 'shanty near the forge began to scream and kept on screaming. . ( n f-nmo the farmers and the men o. Plattville. They , took the saloon fit a ' run, battered down tin? crazy, doors with a fence rarl and swarmed iusau ' like busy insects, making the place hum like a hive, but with the hotter industries of destruction. It was.emy.j of life as a tomb, but they beat and tnm nnd battered and broke and ham- me'red and shattered like madmen; they reduced the tawdry interior to a mere chaos and came pouring forth laden with trophies of ruin, and then there was a charry smell in the air, and a slender feather of smoke floated .up from a second story window. t tbo same time Watts led au as sault on the adjoining house, an assault - .hiPii rnmo to a sudden pause, for from cracks in the front wall a squirrel Vifle and a shotgun snapped nut binned, and the crowd fell back in dis w TTomer Tibbs had a hat blown Va way. full of buckshot holes, while Mr. Watts solicitously exaraun-u. the house. As she hurled herseir aione at the oncoming torrent they sped from the door unnoticed, sprang over the fence and reached the open lots to the west before they were seen by Willetts from the"roof . "Don't let 'em fool you!" he shouted. "Look to your left. There they go! Don't let 'em get away!" The Crossroaders were running across the field. They were Bob Skillett and his younger brother, and Mr. Skillett He seemed to be t I, .,'!, II . fi . f- K NJ 1 11 1 I a narrow hall, and they entered a small, quiet ward. There was a pungent smell of chem icals in the room. The light was low. and the dimness was imbued with a thick, confused murmur, incoherent whisperings that came from a cot in the corner. It was the only cot in use in the ward, and Meredith was con scious of a terror that made him dread to look at it, to goxear it. Beside it was" the prettiest name in the world you'll forgive me? and please tell Tarker there's no more copy and won't be I .wouldn't grind out another stick to save his immortal she said ah, I never made a good trade no unless--they can't come seven miles but I'll finish you, Skillett. -first; I know you! I know nearly all of you. Now let's sing Annie Lisle'" He lifted his hand as if to beat the time for a chorus. "Oil, John. John!" cried Tom Mere dith, and sobbed outright. "My boy, my boyold friend V The cry of the a nurse sat silent, and upon it feebly classmate was like that of a mother, tossed the 1 racked body of him whom Barrett had called Jerry the Teller. The head was a shapeless bundle, so ! swathed it was with bandages and j cloths, arid what part of the face was visible was discolored and pigmented with drugs. Stretched under the white sheet the man looked immensely tall as Horner saw with vague misgiving and he lay in an odd, inhuman fash ion, as though he had been all broken to pieces. His, attempts to move were onstantly soothed by the nurse, and le as constantly continued such at- empts, and one hand, though torn nd bandaged, was not to be restrained rom a wandering, restless movement hat Meredith felt to be pathetic. He ad entered the room with a flare of for it was his old idol and 'hero who lay helpless and broken before him. Two nnirs nf carriage lamns SDarkled in front of the hospital in the earliest of the small hours, these subjoined to two deep hooded phaetons, from each of which quickly descended a gentle man with a beard, an air of eminence and a small, ominous black box, and the air of eminence was justified by the haste with which Meredith had sent for them and by their wide rer pute. They arrived almost simulta neously and hastily shook hands aa they made their way to the ward down the long hall and up the narrow corri dor. They had a short conversation with the surgeon and a word with the ate for the thug whom he had come , nVi then turned the others out of the She made straight at Hartley. missive in his hand, a Western Union telegraph form. "Warren Smith, Fiatt- less or she. cunningly calculated that viue Avas the direction, the regulators would take no chances Found both sheii men. Police familiar of killing a woman-child, for she kept with both, and both wanted here. One between their guns and her two com- arrested at nopc" panions, trying to cover and shield the J'JLt inHor with' Knr frnil hnilv. K. . iw T-Tori-ipw last nierht. i ton. whom he know. "I feel as if I 11" v-. .......- m? - JliiVt; UtC 11 Ul 11 UJ j.xai'v ' "Shoot Lio" called Watts. "If we s tains on lining believed blood. Secondman aa aone thefellow to death myself, fire from here we'll hit the girl. Shoot!" found later at freight yards in empty .f were &n Qut Qf gear l know Willetts and Ross Schofleld were still beSVn? ! " hov IIen felt r-the great ooTlino- on tbo roof at the edpre out , Vnadft hard fierht. Hurt man taken to ; uisard. How tall he looks! That of the smoke, and both fired at the hospital unconscious. Will die. Other iggt seem to me like a thug's hand. same time fr see die and who had struck down ie old friend whose nearness he had kver known until it was too late. But It first sight of the broken figure he it all (animosity fall away from him. nly awe remained and a growing aitorous pity as he watched the long hite fingers of the Teller pick at the verlet. The man was muttering ipid fragments, of words and sylla- es. "Somehow I feel a sense of wrong, ay," Meredith whispered to the sur- 1 4-n c?r tar IlPI K rill Y ! 'jl The fuiritives did not turn, man tJ-K5? : V"C; -x f.nTttliih-r tuey-mtl 1Ttt trT Come over on 9:15 accommooa- t lUCJ iV, 1 . v." ct. I . I - - f&s. a mistake to be made you can 1 .r, tlol SU P or lUe rtinn. v-ol1- ll,. uim uia scifauia tu field when suddenly, without any pre- The telegram was signed by Horner, mJ it. I doubt. if this is their man. monitory gesture, the elder Skillett the shcriff. and by Barrett, tne supei- j dropped flat pn his face. The Cross- intGndent of police at Rouen. j roaders 'tood by each other that day, .Its all a mistake, boys,," the lawyer j far four or live men ran out of the said a3 he handed the paper to Wags j 1. intn tbo nnpn. IltteU tne Tnrlror fnr msnection. xiie iduiea YV he thd nearest suaniy nuu mt- 1 anu iumi .. Ot,,,to r.P-nvp from the ground and nt thp iudse's were mistaken, that s all be-an to carry it back with them. But and this proves it. It's easy enough to ci.mAf nlive. His curses weie -(iprstand. lney weie hoard above, all other sounds. Lige the st0rm. and watching a fence .a and Schofleld fired again, and one of (marter of a mile away, by flaslus or the rescuers staggered. Nevertheless pining any one would have been s the two men slid down'f rom the roof collfused and imagined all the horrors the burdened Crossroaders were seen on eart&. 1 con r ueu, uuu 3; A. 1 1- o run nnd at tnat, win l i overt it tor awune, uuu. 1 v.j v. j mother veil, fiercer, wilder, more joy- but the. Crossroads is pretty tough, but 1 N on the a" v' firt the riattville men UnnVe done a good deal here already .brightly OUS lililli I ' . , . j.: , o 1 I TU. 1 s 1 they found him, what clothes ore were torn and stained, but had been good once, especially thlinen." i rett bent over the; recumbent fjg- uii' See here, Jerry," he said. "I want tollk to you a little. Rouse up. will yd 1 want to talk to you as a frjl." incoherent muttering continued, fe here. Jerry!" repeated Barrett mi sharply. "Jerry! Rouse up, will yo) YV e don t want any fooling, un demd that, Jerry!" He dropped his on the man's shoulder and shook followed today, anQ we re saeu m m,-T-oii run? loudly in tne ears 01 mistake tnat wouiu .t.:,. Tfirt Vinri rpmnined back hnuhtv bnd. This settles it. Horner got OlU V llKeiSUlJ, nuu I me," said Gay and swiftly in- ed. Bending over the cot, he said deasant voice: Tt's all right, old it's all right Slattery wants to in the road, and at the same instant R wire to go soon as they got track 01 III iue iuhvi, uuu . , . , . . I .. j rri, tiros tcIipti we s:n he heard another shout oemnu mu. menrsi muu. i,i the nttnek: but. him on the Rouen accommodation. exoal 1 preoccupied with his own his- A slightly cracked voice, yet a. huski- k what you did with that man, Sonic affaTrs, was proceeding alone you got t .1GI " ' nf fnr the unhaut)v on the air from the roadside, where an tlth with him. He can't remember. mi tne Diiie. kal-cui kji yellow mongrel still dragged along. hy the rope, and alternating," as was; hjs natural wont, from one fence to the other, crouching behind every bush to tire an imaginary rifle at the dog and then springing out with . triumphant bellowings to fall prone upon the terri fied animal. It was after one of these victories that a shout of warning was raised behind him, and Mr. iiKerson, by grace of the god Bacchus, rolling out of the way in. time to save his life, snw ji "horse. dash by him, a big, black horse whose polished flanks were drip r.in.r with lather. Warren Smith was the rider. He was waving a slip of yel lnw naner high in the air. He rode up the slope ana are w rem bevond the burning buildings just ihefld of those foremost in the pursuit. He threw his horse across the road to oppose their progress, rose in m sur rups and waved the paper over . his head. "Stop!" he roared. "Give me one minute! Stop!" He had a grand voice and. he was known in many narts of the state for the great bass o voiimv rtnr sat in the at? thinks there was monev left on dust together, the latter reprieved at j m &iauer s neau .was nurt. lie the last moment, his surprised head j ca-emember. He'll go shares with rakishly garnished with a hasty wreath . yjien he gets it. Slattery's going to of dog fennel daisies. stijy you if he can get the money." John Brown's body lies' aimoldering in! U-eiier oniy tnea to move nis tree me suuuwcr xairtii uau siiaK- t Vna trrnund. While we go marching on." Three-quarters of an hour later the inhabitants of the Crossroads, saved, they knew not bow; guilty, knowing nothing of the fantastic pendulum of opinion which, swung by the' events of the day, had marked the fatal moment of guilt now on others, now on them who deserved it-tnese natnes uuUj refugees, conscious of atrocity, dum founded by a miracle, thinking the world gone mad, hovered together in a dark, fagged mass t the crossing corners, while the skeleton of the rot ting buggy in the.slougn rose oeumu them against the face 01 me u They peered with stupefied eyes through the smoky twilight. From afar, faintly through the to neir tery wants to know." repeated tains sunreon. crentlv movinir the ck upon the sheet. "He'll divvy n he gets it. He'll stand by you. Oil." Id you please not mind," whis- he Teller faintly "would you. p lot mind if you took care not to b gainst my shoulder again?" urgeon drew back, with an ex f on, but the Teller's whisper gd strength, and they heard him tring oddly to himself. Mere Qbved forward, with a stariled "What's that?" he said. s to be trying to sing, or some-. said Barrett, bending over to 'eller swung his arm heavilv They uere cmilng. aperture in the skirts of his brown coat. The house commanded the roaa, auu the rush of the mob into the village was checked, but only for the instant. A rickety woodshed which formed a portion of the Skillett mansion closely Joined the "Last Chai.ce" side of the family place of business. ,Syircely had the guns of the defenders , sounded M 11 tdonmins:. came mourntui parts or tne state tor . u - - the many voiced refrain, fainter, ct side of the cot, the fingers nev- roar with which he startled his juries gEteT m Aig their painful twitching. The To be hearu at a uisiauvc "jw- .xitii rf their voice. Smith lowereil his an octave or two, and tne jQhn Brwn.s lies a-moldering in the ground, John Brown's body lies mold we go march on. result was like an earthquake playing an organ in a catacotnb. "Stop!" he thundered. "Stop!" In answer one of the flying Cross roaders turned and sent a bullet whis tling close to him. The lawyer paused long enough to bow deeply m-satincai response; then, flourishing the paper, iaili Ltri. . II. Tnhn Tirown's body lies a-moldering in a leaned down and gently moved - 1 a& ., ... Vtis so tnat tne wmte, scarred I have news! CHAPTER X. T the city hospital in Rouen that night a stout young man introduced himself to Bar- rett, superintendent 01 po- be roareu um. r nrnc- eriff Ston. I say! liorner nas uce; Han " of Cariow. ne siok m a wliciL.witna louasnout. L.igE-iw,o-- , that 1 "Mv name is Mereaitn, u &uiu. jw. leaped from an upper window on that V" "v woa . fpnt, for TTnrkless was an old and-and-" He side of the burning saloon and landed tempesiuou.u - " A - - . - . a momouL The Plattville on the woodshed mid. immediately him .J?"' . intprpst the nnr. men ncdded solemnly. "An old and climbing the roof of the mansion itself. iaiei u,xu " M onMh to ' d en r friend of mine," he went on, with applied a brand to the dry, time worn suem at find the woni difficulty, and Warren Smith took clapboards. Ross Schofleld dropped on make tnen a thp; word and J silently by the hand. 1 the woodshed close behind him, his ( - " -V o vehemently im-' You can come In and see this man. l.winrrlv infnlrtimr h cflllon lug Oi I u) fc"1-"" . . ' UIU1 V. " r C7 " J ... . i ..rpniin with naif von like. Mr. Mer- ...... ...r-j ' ... 1 i nii imnmnnff Tfi kiuu uiciu tiitf iciici, j , whisky, which he emptied (not without But he did it He edith." said the superintendent. "Your evident regret) upon the clapboards as was a sUii moment before friend made Jt veryforMm.be T.iire flre.1 tbem. Flames burst fortn naa coiueaj . .it ire free. They moved steadilv. "temed to be framing the sem- f an old ballad that Meredith he whisper grew more distinct. e a rich but broken voice, and rd it singing like the sound of halting minstrelsy: illows murmur waters golden ants smile. Ejmusic cannot waken lovelv I Lisle." ' gave an exclamation daged hand waved jauntily feller's head. "Ah, men," he st clearly, and tried to lift his arm, "I tell you it's a m we have this year! There ttle left of anything that trust them. It's onr chain ed you see Jim Romley ride in this afternoon?" ice grew clearer the sheriff room by a practiced' innuendo of man ner." They stayed a long time in the room without opening the door. Meredith went out on the steps and breathed the cool night air. A slender taint of drugs hung everywhere about the building, and the almost impercep tible permeation sickened him. It was deadly, he thought. To him it was im bued with a hideous portent of suffer ing. The lights in the little ward were turned up, and they seemed to shine from a chamber of horrors, while he waited as a brother might have waited outside the inquisition, if jndeed a brother would have been allowed to wait outside the inquisition. Alas, he had found John Harkless. He had lost track of him as meri some- Tmres vm-'iusc 'iiucfc.- ot meir1 esr,"ue- loved, but it had always been a com fort to know that Harkless was some where, a comfort without which he could hardly have got along. Like oth ers, he had been waiting for John to turn up on top, of course he had such ability, ability for anything, and people would always care for him and believe in him so that he would be shoved ahead no matter how much he hung back himself; but Meredith had not expected him to turn up in Indiana. He remembered now hearing a man wlfo had spent the day in Plattville on business speak of him: "They've got a young fellow down there who'll be gov ernor in a few year3. He's a sort of dictator. Runs the party all over that part of the state to r-uit his own sweet will just by sheer personality. And there isn't a man In the district who wouldn't cheerfully lie down In the mud to let him pass over dry. it's that young Harkless, you know. Owns the Herald, the paper that downed Mc Cune and smashed those imitation 'White Caps' in Cariow county." ' He had been struck by the coincidence of the name, but he had not dreamed that the Cariow Harkless was his friend until Helen's telegram had reached him that evening. He shivered. His name was spoken from within, and Horner came out on the steps with the two eminent sur geons, and the latter favored him with a few words which he did ' not under stand. He did understand, however, what Horner told him. Somehow the look of the sheriffs Sunday coat, wrin kling forlornly from his broad, bent shoulders, was both touching and sol emn. He said simply: "He's conscious and not out of his head. They're gone in to git his antemortem statement" And they re-entered the ward. continued. ruture Improvement m tie hsr- of agriculture will lie in the improvement of methods rather than in improved facilities. About all that can be done has been done in the line of improved machinery. The monarchial herd of Europe needs new blood. 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