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I have now been living several days in the same hotel with Jacob Fuller. I have his scent; I could track him through ten divisions of infantry and find him. I have often been near him and heard him talk. He owns a good mine, and has a fair income from it; but he is not rich. He learned mining in a good way; by working at it for wages. He is a cheerful creature, and his forty-three years sit lightly upon him; he could pass for a younger man; say thirty-six or thirty-seven. He has never married again; passes himself off for a widower. He stands well, is liked, is popular, and has many friends. Even I feel a drawing toward him; the paternal blood in me making its claim. How blind and unreasoning and arbitrary are some of the laws of nature; the most of them, in fact! My task is become hard now; you realize it? you comprehend, and make allowances?; and the fire of it has cooled, more than I like to confess to myself. But I will carry it out. Even with the pleasure paled, the duty remains, and I will not spare him.
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Denver, April 3, 1897.
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Extracts from letters to the mother:
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And for my help, a sharp resentment rises in me when I reflect that he who committed that odious crime is the only one who has not suffered by it. The lesson of it has manifestly reformed his character, and in the change he is happy. He, the guilty party, is absolved from all suffering; you, the innocent, are borne down with it. But be comforted; he shall harvest his share.
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Silver Gulch, May 19.
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I placarded Form No. 1 at midnight of April 3; an hour later I slipped Form No. 2 under his chamber door, notifying him to leave Denver at or before 11.50 the night of the 14th.
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Some late bird of a reporter stole one of my placards, then hunted the town over and found the other one, and stole that. In this manner he accomplished what the profession call a scoop; that is, he got a valuable item, and saw to it that no other paper got it. And so his paper; the principal one in the town; had it in glaring type on the editorial page in the morning, followed by a Vesuvian opinion of our wretch a column long, which wound up by adding a thousand dollars to our reward on the papers account! The journals out here know how to do the noble thing; when there's business in it.
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When Fuller came in he had the Notice to Leave; folded up; in one hand, and the newspaper in the other; and it gave me more than half a pang to see him. His cheerfulness was all gone, and he looked old and pinched and ashy. And then; only think of the things he had to listen to! Mamma, he heard his own unsuspecting friends describe him with epithets and characterizations drawn from the very dictionaries and phrase-books of Satans own authorized editions down below. And more than that, he had to agree with the verdicts and applaud them. His applause tasted bitter in his mouth, though; he could not disguise that from me; and it was observable that his appetite was gone; he only nibbled; he couldn't eat. Finally a man said:
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At breakfast I occupied my usual seat; selected because it afforded a view of papa Fullers face, and was near enough for me to hear the talk that went on at his table. Seventy-five or a hundred people were in the room, and all discussing that item, and saying they hoped the seeker would find that rascal and remove the pollution of his presence from the town; with a rail, or a bullet, or something.
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Ah, dear, it was pitiful the way Fuller winced, and glanced around scared! He couldn't endure any more, and got up and left.
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It is quite likely that that relative is in the room and hearing what this town thinks of that unspeakable scoundrel. I hope so.
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During several days he gave out that he had bought a mine in Mexico, and wanted to sell out and go down there as soon as he could, and give the property his personal attention. He played his cards well; said he would take $40,000; a quarter in cash, the rest in safe notes; but that as he greatly needed money on account of his new purchase, he would diminish his terms for cash in full. He sold out for $30,000. And then, what do you think he did? He asked for greenbacks, and took them, saying the man in Mexico was a New-Englander, with a head full of crotchets, and preferred greenbacks to gold or drafts. People thought it queer, since a draft on New York could produce greenbacks quite conveniently. There was talk of this odd thing, but only for a day; that is as long as any topic lasts in Denver.
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I was watching, all the time. As soon as the sale was completed and the money paid; which was on the 11th; I began to stick to Fullers track without dropping it for a moment. That night; no, 12th, for it was a little past midnight; I tracked him to his room, which was four doors from mine in the same hall; then I went back and put on my muddy day-laborer disguise, darkened my complexion, and sat down in my room in the gloom, with a gripsack handy, with a change in it, and my door ajar. For I suspected that the bird would take wing now. In half an hour an old woman passed by, carrying a grip: I caught the familiar whiff, and followed with my grip, for it was Fuller. He left the hotel by a side entrance, and at the corner he turned up an unfrequented street and walked three blocks in a light rain and a heavy darkness, and got into a two-horse hack, which of course was waiting for him by appointment. I took a seat (uninvited) on the trunk platform behind, and we drove briskly off. We drove ten miles, and the hack stopped at a way-station and was discharged. Fuller got out and took a seat on a barrow under the awning, as far as he could get from the light; I went inside, and watched the ticket-office. Fuller bought no ticket; I bought none. Presently the train came along, and he boarded a car; I entered the same car at the other end, and came down the aisle and took the seat behind him. When he paid the conductor and named his objective point, I dropped back several seats, while the conductor was changing a bill, and when he came to me I paid to the same place; about a hundred miles westward.
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From that time for a week on end he led me a dance. He traveled here and there and yonder; always on a general westward trend; but he was not a woman after the first day. He was a laborer, like myself, and wore bushy false whiskers. His outfit was perfect, and he could do the character without thinking about it, for he had served the trade for wages. His nearest friend could not have recognized him. At last he located himself here, the obscurest little mountain camp in Montana; he has a shanty, and goes out prospecting daily; is gone all day, and avoids society. I am living at a miners boarding-house, and it is an awful place: the bunks, the food, the dirt; everything.
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We have been here four weeks, and in that time I have seen him but once; but every night I go over his track and post myself. As soon as he engaged a shanty here I went to a town fifty miles away and telegraphed that Denver hotel to keep my baggage till I should send for it. I need nothing here but a change of army shirts, and I brought that with me.
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Silver Gulch, June 12.
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I can trust him to remain here until we disturb him. Since you insist, I will banish him again, but I do not see how he can be unhappier than he already is. I will go back to Denver and treat myself to a little season of comfort, and edible food, and endurable beds, and bodily decency; then I will fetch my things, and notify poor papa Wilson to move on.
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The Denver episode has never found its way here, I think. I know the most of the men in camp, and they have never referred to it, at least in my hearing. Fuller doubtless feels quite safe in these conditions. He has located a claim, two miles away, in an out-of-the-way place in the mountains; it promises very well, and he is working it diligently. Ah, but the change in him! He never smiles, and he keeps quite to himself, consorting with on one; he who was so fond of company and so cheery only two months ago. I have seen him passing along several times recently; drooping, forlorn, the spring gone from his step, a pathetic figure. He calls himself David Wilson.
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I will take the night train back to-morrow.
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They miss him here. They all hope he is prospering in Mexico, and they do not say it just with their mouths, but out of their hearts. You know you can always tell. I am loitering here overlong, I confess it. But if you were in my place you would have charity for me. Yes, I know what you will say, and you are right: if I were in your place, and carried your scalding memories in my heart;
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Denver, June 20.
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God forgive us, mother, we are hunting the wrong man! I have not slept any all night. I am now waiting, at dawn, for the morning train; and how the minutes drag, how they drag!
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Denver, June 19.
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This Jacob Fuller is a cousin of the guilty one. How stupid we have been not to reflect that the guilty one would never again wear his own name after that fiendish deed! The Denver Fuller is four years younger than the other one; he came here a young widower in 79, aged twenty-one; a year before you were married; and the documents to prove it are innumerable. Last night I talked with familiar friends of his who have know him from the day of his arrival. I said nothing, but a few days from now I will land him in this town again, with the loss upon his mine made good; and there will be a banquet, and a torch-light procession, and there will not be any expense on anybody but me. Do you call this gush? I am only a boy, as you well know; it is my privilege. By and by I shall not be a boy any more.
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Mother, he is gone! Gone, and left no trace. The scent was cold when I came. To-day I am out of bed for the first time since. I wish I were not a boy; then I could stand shocks better. They all think he went west. I start to-night, in a wagon; two or three hours of that, then I get a train. I don't know where I'm going, but I must go; to try to keep still would be torture.
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Silver Gulch, July 3.
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Think of the difficulties! And there would be none if I only could advertise for him. But if there is any way to do it that would not frighten him, I have not been able to think it out, and I have tried till my brains are addled. If the gentleman who lately bought a mine in Mexico and sold one in Denver will send his address to (to whom, mother!), it will be explained to him that it was all a mistake; his forgiveness will be asked, and full reparation made for a loss which he sustained in a certain matter. Do you see? He would think it a trap. Well, any one would. If I should say, It is now known that he was not the man wanted, but another man; a man who once bore the same name, but discarded it for good reasons; would that answer? But the Denver people would wake up then and say Oho! and they would remember about the suspicious greenbacks, and say, Why did he run away if he wasn't the right man?; it is too thin. If I failed to find him he would be ruined there; there where there is no taint upon him now. You have a better head than mine. Help me.
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Of course he has effaced himself with a new name and a disguise. This means that I may have to search the whole globe to find him. Indeed it is what I expect. Do you see, mother? I is I that am the Wandering Jew. The irony of it! We arranged that for another.
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I have one clew, and only one. I know his handwriting. If he puts his new false name upon a hotel register and does not disguise it too much, it will be valuable to me if I ever run across it.
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San Francisco, June 28, 1898.
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You already know how well I have searched the States from Colorado to the Pacinc, and how nearly I came to getting him once. Well, I have had another close miss. It was here, yesterday. I struck his trail, hot, on the street, and followed it on a run to a cheap hotel. That was a costly mistake; a dog would have gone the other way. But I am only part dog, and can get very humanly stupid when excited. He had been stopping in that house ten days; I almost know, now, that he stops long nowhere, the past six or eight months, but is rest-less and has to keep moving. I understand that feeling! and I know what it is to feel it. He still uses the name he had registered when I came so near catching him nine months ago; James Walker; doubtless the same he adopted when he fled from Silver Gulch. An unpretending man, and has small taste for fancy names. I recognized the hand easily, through its slight disguise. A square man, and not good at shams and pretenses.
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I told you; it seems ages ago, now; how I missed him at Melbourne, and then chased him all over Australasia for months on end.
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They said he was just gone, on a journey; left no address; didn't say where he was going; looked frightened when asked to leave his address; had no baggage but a cheap valise; carried it off on foot; a stingy old person, and not much loss to the house. Old! I suppose he is, now. I hardly heard; I was there but a moment. I rushed along his trail, and it led me to a wharf. Mother, the smoke of the steamer he had taken was just fading out on the horizon! I should have saved half an hour if I had gone in the right direction at first. I could have taken a fast tug, and should have stood a chance of catching that vessel. She is bound for Melbourne.
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Hope Canyon, California, October 3, 1900.
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You have a right to complain. A letter a year is a paucity; I freely acknowledge it; but how can one write when there is nothing to write about but failures? No one can keep it up; it breaks the heart.
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I am taking a rest, now; modified by searchings for the lost trail. I was tired to death, mother, and low-spirited, and sometimes coming uncomfortably near to losing hope; but the miners in this little camp are good fellows, and I am used to their sort this long time back; and their breezy ways freshen a person up and make him forget his troubles. I have been here a month. I am cabining with a young fellow named Sammy Hillyer, about twenty-five, the only son of his mother; like me; and loves her dearly, and writes to her every week; part of which is like me. He is a timid body, and in the matter of intellect; well, he cannot be depended upon to set a river on fire; but no matter, he is well liked; he is good and fine, and it is meat and bread and rest and luxury to sit and talk with him and have a comradeship again. I wish James Walker could have it. He had friends; he liked company. That brings up that picture of him, the time that I saw him last. The pathos of it! It comes before me often and often. At that very time, poor thing, I was girding up my conscience to make him move on again!
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Well, then, after that I followed him to India; almost saw him in Bombay; traced him all around; to Baroda, Rawal-Pindi, Lucknow, Lahore, Cawnpore, Allahabad, Calcutta, Madras; oh, everywhere; week after week, month after month, through the dust and swelter; always approximately on his track, sometimes close upon him, yet never catching him. And down to Ceylon, and then to; Never mind; by and by I will write it all out.
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I chased him home to California, and down to Mexico, and back again to California. Since then I have been hunting him about the State from the first of last January down to a month ago. I feel almost sure he is not far from Hope Canyon; I traced him to a point thirty miles from here, but there I lost the trail; some one gave him a lift in a wagon, I suppose.
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Hillyers heart is better than mine, better than anybodys in the community, I suppose, for he is the one friend of the black sheep of the camp; Flint Buckner; and the only man Flint ever talks with or allows to talk with him. He says he knows Flints history, and that it is trouble that has made him what he is, and so one ought to be as charitable toward him as one can. Now none but a pretty large heart could find space to accommodate a lodger like Flint Buckner, from all I hear about him outside. I think that this one detail will give you a better idea of Sammys character than any labored-out description I could furnish you of him. In one of our talks he said something about like this: Flint is a kinsman of mine, and be pours out all his troubles to me; empties his breast from time to time, or I reckon it would burst. There couldn't be any unhappier man, Archy Stillman; his life has been made up of misery of mind; he isnt near as old as he looks. He has lost the feel of reposefulness and peace; oh, years and years ago! He doesn't know what good luck is; never has had any; often says he wishes he was in the other hell, he is so tired of this one.
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