The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1910-08-31

rNcI new nluIy ~ ulYlnc love Htse were
questions Father Walsh put squarely to himy
sslf again and again; none realized better
than he that crisis impsIidsd In the bear
ing " Tie lncn be could tsad thr struggle
ZiegIzr and bis henthmen weIe sullsnly
mutincus, but they were ID the minority
strange 10 relate And stranger still Lewis,
the gambler, led the cohorts which ranged
themselves On the priests side lie found an
able assistant Id Pink Perry. On the Tues
day preceding the opening, the split became
20 wide thai actual conflict between the forces
ior nervousness aud the followers Of Nam
mon va. imminent As for Doghole, any IN
habisant oi that blot on earth's surface who
dared 10 show hirnself within tiye miles Of the
town, took his life In his hands.
Father Walsh came and went, and none
could have guessed from his demeanor that
he sensed tic strain, 10 boyish was his en-
thusissm He supervised the placing Of the
cross on the tower, trembling as the men
made il fast, and then he Strengthened, his
chubby face grave with high resolve. AT that
moment he grew in stature before the eyes OF
the onlookers; glimpsing the unquenchable
spirit that burned in his eyes, they forgot that
he was FIVE feet five and plump, that he was
too tolerant Of backsliders, and consequently
OF nature soft. A radiance transtigured him,
the same indomitable zeal that drove the
Jesuits through wilderness and torture in
quest for souls.
Wednesday broke with soft sunshine and
velvet breeze. The old-iimers stood with
feet wide apart in the middle OF the road, and,
cooking an eye, recalled just such a day in
1850, and aagured fair weather for the Sab
bath, with touch Of heat AT i've O'Clock, 4
brigade Of slouds masscd on Che bills, and at
six dehge drove down On yeadcye sen,iing
the inhabitants scuryiIlg to staled protection
Long forks II lightning licked aungrily fron
tl, black press and the yalltv qpaked TO the
thunder A huge cottonwood, he towns
sole natural .hade, was rent al 4 -.roke and ,ell
With shrie. across the yeri o Ziegler's
place - ais omen the knowing shook their
heads
Came a rider from Dogholc, drrnched,
heavy with mud and exhausted, his horse
steaming ia front Of the porch with dropping
head and believing nosrils and one foreleg
crippled Where was the priest' They led
him across, through the binding sheets Of
rain, 10 the Eating Houae Black Hans Was
dying, smashed to pieces in a cage at the
mines, and he leaged 70 iae7 the BEYOND IN
shriyen He adjured Father Walsh, BY a..
the VOWS of his priesthood to come TO him.
This message the Doghoie man delivered,
standing 4wkwardly on the threshold, the
water seeping from his clothes . he floor
Get me horse, said Walsh 70 Riordan,
and be moved to don a slicker
Sure, father you cant be goin' the night
It's your death it would be, an not hoss is
there ia town The burro huh
Zieglsr has one Hurylp He was al
ready hall enyeloped in the oilskin Riordar
threw out his hands
It's nineteen miles You could not gel
there, father An besides Black
: Hans he will 60 10 he'll anyway
Kiordan pleaded made bold by genuine
concern.
"Riordan!" exclaimed the priest sharply
and the giant ceased, abashed
That hoss Of Ziegler's is a bronc, Father
Walsh He'll pitch hare, interjected one o
the group which choked the doorway
8 | cannot help ii. Hurry"
What can't you helpf What will pitcl
hard Where are you goin2!" 1t wa
Lewis. who shouldered his way into the room
Il ride tonight for soul, y said Fathe
Walsh
Ire gambler oeerei nto the priests fac