The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1903-11-26
At Lone
Elm Ranch
BY Thomas P. Montfort
Copyright. 1905. by Daily Story Pub. CO..

ana prosperous. 10 all outward ap-
pearances he should have been one of
the happiest of men. He was, how
ever, anything but that.
Back at his home in the east he had
met Mary Morgan and fallen in love
with her, and, though not a word had
passed between them on the subject,
he was confident that she understood
his feelings and reciprocated them.
Under ordinary circumstances there
should have been nothing distressing
IN this; but, unfortunately, the cir
cumstances were not ordinary.
Mary was the wife of another man.
One day, five years after Conard
came west he rode slowly across the
broad brown plain. He was thinking,
with his head bent, and his thoughts
were of Mary. He thought of her
beauty, her loveliness of character and
her sweet disposition; and of her hard,
grinding life with a cruel, drunken
husband. With all his heart he wished
that he might have the right to pro-
tect and shield her, and devote his life
to making her happy.
But it can never be-" he told him
self. Never now"
Before COnard there was an aban-
doned claim" with a little cabin on
it. The cabin had long been vacant,
out now, when he raised his head, he
saw that it was occupied. He fell at
once to wondering what kind of peo-
pie the newcomers we're, and think
ing how pleasant it would be to have
them for neighbors if they were nice
Presently a woman came out into
the yard and, placing one hand on the
fence, stood looking pensively away to
the east, her face in full view. Conard
pulled his horse up short and stared
in doubt and amazement. For a mo-
ment an electric shock numbed him.
then the blood rushed unanimously
and great wave of joy swept over
him.
My God!" he cried, cts Mary"
He started forward and just then
she turned and saw him. Invol-
unfairly she stretched her hands out
toward him and gave a little, glad cry
which he did not hear If he had ever
had a doubt of her love for him he
had it no longer.
But suddenly there came a shock
that sent his blood cold. A man in
the cabin had heard her cry and had
come out to her and put his arm about
her prOtectingly. Conard saw and
stopped short. For a little while his
face was dark with anger, then it
grew white with pain.
Her husband" he murmured Il
had forgotten"
He whirled his horse about and
rode hastily away The man called
after him and Mary tainted but, all
unmindful of these things, he went on,
never stopping and never looking
back.
At the ranch he dismounted and
went in. There was no one there ex-
cept the cook, a dissipated wretch
whom Conard had taken in and pulled
through a spell of fever. Who this
cook was, and where he hailed from,
no one knew. He had come to the
ranch unlabeled and the cowboys had
stamped the word "Chucky" on him
for name and let it go at that.
Conard hastily gathered few things
in a travelling bag and then wrote
note of instructions to his foreman
He had taken up the bag and turned
toward the door when the cook came
in from the kitchen and asked for a
moment Of his time. Conard whirled
about and said shortly:
We'll, what is it,"
Il see you are going away" the cook
replied. do you expect to be away
long?"
Yes. Perhaps forever. Why?"
Nothing l only wanted to thank
you for ali your kindness to me. L"
Conard eurned away impatiently.
You must not bother to speak of
that" he said. at was nothing, and
it is all right. l am in a hurry now,
for l must reach the station in time
for the train. Goodeby."
He hurried out threw himself into
the saddle and dashed away toward
the little station which lay ten miles
distant.
lhere was more-Very much more
the cook would have said, and it would
have been of great Importance tc
Conard. 1t was something he had been
for long time intending to say, but
he had delayed because he had found
it cruelty hard to speak.
Conard was scarcely a mile away
when man came breathlessly to the
ranch from the opposite direction. 1t
was the man Conard had seen with his
arm about Mary. AS he came around
a corner of the building he stood face
to face with the cook. Both men
started, then stared blankly at each
other.
"You!" the cook finally gasped.
you here?"
And the other merely repeated:
You here?"
There was a long pause and the
cooks head dropped until his gaze
rested on the ground. In low. hesi-
tating tones he said:
Il have been here a long time, but
Conard don't know. He has been good
to me. 1 meant to tell very
thing, but Well, it takes courage.
He is a good man, and | like him. I