Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1909-02-04

are going to begin acheTe qCe left off,"
want your judgment on the plans. An.
lston Is hanging Oh your condition,
Harry" he went on. '"There's a small
CARLOAD of visiting cards downstairs
for you. But 1 imagine you haven't
begun to receive yet, eh?"
I-I've seer nobody" Hugh spoke
hurriedly and hoarsely. "Tell the doc
tor to let no one come-no one but
you. I'm not up to it.'
"Why, Of course not" said the bish-
op quickly. "You need quiet, and the
people can wait"
The bishop chatted awhile of the par
ish, Hugh replying only when he must,
and went away heartened. Before he
left Hugh saw his way to hasten his
own going. On the next visit the seed
was dropped in the bishops mind so
cleverly that he thought the idea his
own. That day he said to the sur
geon in charge:
"He is gaining so rapidly l have been
wondering if he couldn't be taken
away where the climate will benefit
him. Will he be able to travel soon?"
II think So" answered the surgeon.
"We suspected internal injury at first,
but imagine the worst he has to fear
is the Disagreement. Mountain or sea
air would do him good" he added re-
fectively. "What he will need is tonic
and building up"
The bishop had revolved this in his
mind. He knew a place ON the coast,
tucked away in the expresses, which
would be admirable for convalescence.
He could arrange Il special car, and he
himself could make the journey with
him. He proposed this to the surgeon
and with his approval put his plan in
his going fully settled.
The idea admirably fitted his neces-
sity. The spot the bishop had selected
was quiet and retired and, more, was
near the port at which he could most
readily take ship for South America.
Only one reflection made him SILVER
the route lay through the town Of
Smoky Mountain. Yet who would
dream of looking for a fugitive from
the law in the secluded car that carried
a sick man? The risk would be small
enough, and it was the one way open.
On the last afternoon before the de-
parture Hugh asked for the clothes he
had worn when he was brought to the
hospital, found the gold pieces he had
snatched in the burning chapel and
tied them in a handkerchief about his
neck. They would suffice to buy his
sea passage. The one red counter he
had kept-it was from henceforth to be
a reminder of the good resolutions he
had made so long ago-he slipped into
a pocket Of the clothes he was to wear
away, a suit Of loose, comfortable
tweed.
Waiting restlessly for the hour Of
his going, Hugh asked for the news
papers. Since the first he had had
them read to him each day, listening
~fearfully for the hue and cry. But
today the surgeon put his request
aside.
after you are there" he said, '1f
Bishop Ludlow will let you. Not now.
You are almost out of my clutches, and
l must tyranniZe while I can"
A quick look passed from him to his
assistant as he spoke. for the newspa-
pers that afternoon had worn startling
headlines. The sordid affairs Of a
mining town across the ranges had lit.
tie interest for Aniston, but the names
OF Stires and Moreau on the clicking
Wire had walked 1t thus late to the sen.
sation. The professional caution of the
tinker Of human bodies wished, how.
ever, that no excitement should be
added to the unavoidable fatigue of his
patients departure.
This fatigue was near to spelling de.