Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1890-04-18
TWO WOMEN.
BY RE3EOOA HARDING DAVIS.
CHAPTER I.

Col. Marshall did not dlSmOunt, but
paced his old nag impatientlv up and
down on the grass. over which the dew
was still differing. The morning was
not vet fairly awake: the fops Law in
gray OPAQUE rivers in the valleys below:
but the sun shone warmly about the
great stone farm house lone of the old
est in Nirginial. HIGH M on the noun
tain side. with its massive front. its
kitchens and stables crowding conf
dcntially into view. and the Gigantic
oaks which soomed to have found their
way from the forest below to be sociable
and comfortable nnoror tie hosnitable
warmth. 4 strarplinc line Of yellow
billed ducks. muddy from the barn ward.
came ouarkino and bitino at tbo horses
feet. here and there q prirninp LlacL
face was thrust out of the Windows. OK
pectant If the coloners usual halloo.
| Tom had trottcd ont after Sacundus. b,,t
the colonel did not even notice Tom.
Presently a short. st0utlv hrilt man.
whose black nustache and military ear.
riaqe gave him the air OF a soldier. came
out. "Whr. Marshall. what are YOU do
! ing there: ColTee's on the table"
Not this morning. Jecms. l want to
see You alone Run in, Tom"
"Hvah, Mas Tom. Yer not TO hear
dat arr Soc,;ndus hurried IN to Ton.
to catch some dropoings of the secret
himself. But tie colonel and Mr.. Vogdes
spoke in n whispcr. plancing now and
tIcn nnyiouylv down the valley in fine
direction of the coal miners villages.
There can be no doubt as to the
disease" said Vogdcs. when thev were
alone.
mo. 1t is yellow fever unmistakably.
And the mortality is as great as tell
YOU. Tho worst is, the wretches have
no physician. Poor Junes-that Young
Sawbones who lived By the mine, YOU
remember?-was one of the first victims
and Campion, who went down on Tues
day from the hill, died last night. There's
no chance for man going out of a pure
atmosphere There's been q terrible
want of drainage there l don't know
whats to be done"
NO. ! don't know irresolutcly.
"Nou see, there's Lowe-he's phvsi-
clan for the county poor; it seems nutur-
ally to fall to Lowe. But he has a vile
anu lOiL tlllI'AI II.
"Certainly, Lowe is out of the ques-
ton.
And tordyce. But fordyce isn't the
man TO make martyr of himself. Fool
if he did, with his prospects. The man
death warrant Is signed that goes. Yet
one feels as if somebody ought to do
something.
'Ot course-of course and after a
short pause, Its internally annoying.
Yes. it is Both men were kind and
charitable enough. But to have the
drowsy country routine of every day,
the cheerful breakfasts and sociable din
nerS, the leiSurcly ride down to their vii
lagc offices and long drawn gossip. cigar
in mouth, over business, more leisurely
than all, suddenly disappear, and this
pit OF death and rocking corruption gaEe
open at their feet. was, as Mr.. Vogdes
mildly put il, annoying. Il told that
Yankee contractor how it would be. '
growled the colonel, when he first
ripped over the hill, and brought that
swarm of railroad Irish there. Steady,
Dick. | knew it was the beginning of
trouble
i
myself"
"Nou? What the devil, Jeems.' aghast
for a minute Il forgot that you had
ever prncticed medicine or | should never
have como 10 YOU with this story" Both
men were silent for awhile. Nordes me-
chanicallv stroking Dicks flank.
III go. Marshall" looking up pres,
emily. Come in and have some some
coffee. This fog is chilly"
1T will never do. old fellow" with a
good deal of feeling in his tone LEI
tho cursed Irish alone. We can't buy
their lives at that price"
II don't know ANYBODY who could be
better spared than l." looking around as
if he would be remarkably GLAD TO LIGHT
on n substitute. Il have no wife and few
ties"
You have Tom"
"ron? Yes" Ho stopped short al
that. Tut. tut. There's no use talking
about II. There's no danger. Come in