Rogue River courier. (Grants Pass, Or.) 1886-1927, 1907-05-10

you mean by coming here to tell me
what | ought TO do? II you want tC
know, I'll tell you what I'm going tc
do. am going to hound you and that
precious son of yours out of this part
Of the country"
The old man Strengthened up again
as Ryder spoke. The restraint of years
dropped from him in a twinkling. He
told him he was a scoundrel, and he
prefaced 1t with an oath, slip he did
not notice in his excitement.
"Hey! What's that?'
you're q scoundrelw repeated Roger
Oakley, white with rage. He took q
step around the table and came nearer
the editor. IL don't know but what
ought to break every bone in your
bodyl You are trying to ruin my son!'
He hit the table a mighty blow will
his cllnched fist and, thrustlng his head
forward, glared into Ryder's face.
"You have turned his friends against
him. Why, he amt got none left any
more. They have all gone over TO the
other side. And you done 1t. you done
it, and it's got to stop"
Ryder had been taken aback for the
moment by Roger Oakley's fierce an
ger, which vibrated In his voice nnd
flashed In his dark, sunken eyes.
Get out of here." he shouted. los
ing control of himself. Get out or III
kick you outr'
when I'm ready to go I'll leave" re
torted the old man calmly, 'and that
will be when I've said my say"
You'll go now" And he showed him
In the direction of the door. The shove
was almost a blow. and as 1t fell on
his broad chest Roger Oakley gave
hoarse, lnarticulate cry and struck
out with his heavy hand. Ryder stag
gered back. caught at the end Of the
table as he plunged past 1t and fell his
length upon the hoor. The breath
whistled sharply from the old mans
lips. There" he muttered, you'll
keep your hands or"
Ryder did not speak or move. All
was hushed and still In the room.
Suddenly nervous chill seized the old
convict He shook from head to heel
81 didn't mean to hit you" he said,
speaking to the PROSTATE figure at his
feet. Here, let me help you"
He stopped and felt around on the
noor until he found Ryder's hand. He
released It instantly to take the lamp
from the table. Then he knelt beside
the editor. In the corner where the
latter lay stood rusty wood stove. In
his fall Griff's head had struck against
II.
The lamp shook In Roger Oakley's
hand like leaf In gale. Ryder'S
eyes were open and seemed TO look
into his own with a mute re1rolch
For the rest he lay quite limp. h.S head
twisted to one side. The old mSn fel;
of his heart ono or two u.aG:rs
elapsed I,l5 bearing was o., of tc
vcrish Intensity. he haa.d t,r,r ral
Io,'rr by on the stree; aal tl, so4Ad
II C. CIR footf"is Cir or ~ Hr e. s.alcc
'ut ryt'r'~ hear, l1a ccasol to heat
Eu.!y ccuviucrl q. o.. r' r'c~.rd
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+, o.. cH.f. hy i.., .o5r @, .,-.. -.
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,e'cl hlr. rgr s"l,J h.u, Pom. l.,
oor boy, ! til1t go ojo i..'
Presently Hc 90, uY aal u.lt 500.
nl examination. r' uaa ves t,l'
'ost every toa't lis frs, H ..s.
'aS 90 surrender nw'eN - '' 'avN
.''r hlL as be h"d CoNe .' leor,
'.or Similar cIr'emse@''s
tH'n he though of HN
NJ. he mNSt es'ln'. and n'rllNs I,
would nevcr he known who laI klll.l
'yIer Ills death MS c.." 5e ut
1inuted to an accident In his excite.
.cut he forgot the boz a, had met NJ
-, door. That inrifert lal r,...-' g..
t'~a,y from his mini ..,1 =, 1,1
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tt,h.
80" p''n u'''''E 'Ei,.creut o. ~
+. wa """S''' oV' now NE 'ti'NsTiN'd
..' l".hp ana made his way c3v, otSly
.,',' 'h' outer room and r,'Wl into
tue street. As he crouc0nd "a ,hc darl.-
N'+s hy the door he heard tha town bon
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