The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1909-06-20


many on the range, Dicksie, that have
no respect for life or law or anything
else, and they naturally hate a man
like Whispering Smith"
But Marion. he killed
i know. He killed a man named
Williams a few years ago, while you
were at schOol-One of the worst men
that ever infested this country. VIII
iians Cache is named after that man;
he made the most beautiful spot in all
these mountains a nest of thieves and
murdeTers. But did you know that
Williams shot down Gordon Smiths
only brother, a trainmaster. in colo
blood in front of the Wickiup at Medl-
cine Bend? No, you, never heard that
in this part of the country, did your
They had a COW thief for sheriff then,
and no officer in Medicine Bend would
go after the murderer. He rode in
and out of town as If he owned it, ami
no one dared say a word, and, mind
you, Gordon Smiths brother had never
seer the man in his life until he
walked up and shot him dead. Oh, this
was a peaceful country a few years
ago! Gordon Smith was right-ofway
man in the mountains then. He buried
his brother and asked the OFFICERS
ting the murderer. They laughed at
him. He made no protest except to
ask for a deputy United States
marshais commission. When ne got II
he started for Williams Cache after
Williams in a observation-disclosures OF it,
Dicksie-and didn't they laugh at him!
He did not even know the trails, and
imagine riding 200 miles in a buck
board to arrest man in the noun
tains! He was gone six weeks, anu
came back with Williams body
strapped to the blackboard behind
him. He never told the story; all he
said when he handed in his commits
sion and went back to his work was
that the man was killed I'm a fair fight.
Hate himl No wonder they hate him
the Williams Cache gang and ali
their friends on the range. Your cousin
thinks it policy to placate that eIe-
ment, hoping that they won't steal
your cattle if you are friendly with
them, l know nothing about that, but
I do know something about Whisper
ing Smith. 1t viii be d bad day for
Williams Cache when they start him
up again. But what has that TO 90
with your trouble? He will not eaJ
you up if you go to the camp, Dicksle.
You are just raising bOgies."
They had moved to the front porch
and Marion was sitting in the rocking
chair. Dicksie stood with her back
against one of the pillars and looked
at her. As Marion finished Dicksie
turned and. with her hand on her lore
head. looked in wretchedness of mini
out on the valley. AS far, in many Gi-
TectiOns, as the eye could reach the
sunshine across the lOwlands. There
was a moment of silence. Dicnsie
turned her back on the alarming sight.
Marion, I can't do it,"
"Oh, yes. you can if you want 10,
Dicksie!" Dicksie looked at her with
fearless eyes. 1T is only a question
Of being plucky enough" insisted
Marion.
Pluck has nothing to do with it,
exclaimed Dicksie, in fiery tones. -
should like to knox why you are al
ways talking about my not having
courage, This isn't a question or cOur-
age. How can I go to a man that 1
talked to as I talked to him IN your
house and ask for help? How can l
go to him after my cousin has threay-
ened to kill him, and gone into cour,
to prevent his coming on our land!
Shouldn't I look beautiful asking help
from him?"
Marion rocked with perfect COM
pOsure. NO. dear, you would not
look beautiful asking help, but you
would look sensible. 1t is so easy 70
be beautiful and so hard to be sensI-
bic"
You are Just as horrid as you can
be, Marion Sinclair"
Il know that, too, dear. All I
wanted to say is that you would LOOK
very sensible just now in asking help
from Mr., McCloud-"
Il don't care-I won't do It. 1 will
never do it, not if every foot of the
ranch tumbles into the river. I hope
it will Nobody cares anything about
me. 1 have no friends but thieves and
outlaws"
'Dicksie!" Marion rose.
That is what you said"
Il did not I am your friend. How
dare you call me names?" demanded
Marion, taking the petuiant girl in her
arms. Don't you think I care any
in this country that you have never
seen who know you and love you al
most as much as I DO. Don't let any
silly pride prevent your being sensible,
dear" Dicksie burst into tears. Mar
ion drew her over to the settee, and
she had her cry out. When 1t was
over they changed the subject Dicksie
went to her room. It was a long time
before she came down again, but Mar
ion rocked in patience; she was re-
solved to let Dicksie fight II out her
self.
When Dicksie came down Marion
stood at the foot of the stairs. Inc
young mistress of Crawling Stone
slowly. Marion" she said simply, =
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