Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1911-02-13

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body had TO- lsad ! hand. I couldn't
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b SnT3e1. se;Iysl ~ jobs"
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wsarile tAs same clothes you've ~
ear
~Yss, but I vsed . slieksr whils
working aroand The body"
GOOD kinsr' The sweat broke out
On TIE mans 1ace. "You ought to b
arrested"
1oss took 4 sssp toward him. I'm
Ct your service"
Keep orr shouted the sheriff.
Rsss smiled. then became very %
sieus. II took every prscaution. Mr..
Deputy. destroyed everything that
could possibly carry the disease. I
burned every utensil. including the
saddls-everythiug but the mans
horse and bis dog"
The oflicer caught up bis hat and
coat and started for tho door. cts
No for the opsn air." said he.
Al the men withdrew Ross followed
them and. standing In his door. de-
livered his dnal volley. III this stlte
does not punish those sends every de-
cent man should smisTats out Of It,
turning the land over to the wolves.
the wildcats and other beasts OF prey"
0reEg az he fetreated called back:
that's all right. Mr.. Ranger. but
you'd better keep to the hills for .
few weeks. The settlers down below
won't enjoy having man with small.
pox chassaying around town. They
might rope and tie you"
wetherford came. out Of his hiding
place with 4 grave face.
They're right about our staying
clear Of town." said Cavanagh.
They'll quarantine us sure"
Wetherford now that the danger Of
arrest was over was disposed to be
srimly humorous. 'There's no great
loss without some small gain. ldou't
think wen b troubled BY any more
visitors. not even BY sherif1s or doc
tors. reckon you and are IN for
couple Of months Of the quiet life-the
kind We read about"
Cavanagh now that hs was de6nite-
y out of the forest service perceived
the weight Of every objection which
his friends and relatives had made
against his going into 1t. It was q
lonely life and must ever DO 90. It
was al very well for a young unmar-
RED man who loved the woods and
hills beyond all things else and who
could wait for advancement, but 1t
was q sad place for one who desired
wife. The rangers place was on
the trail and in the hills, and to bring
a woman into these high slences. into
these lone reaches OF forest ana fell.
would be cruel. TO bring children int
them would be criminal.
All the next day, while Wetherford
pottered about the cabin or the yard.
Cavanagh toiled at his papers. resolv-
ed to leave everything in tho perfect
order which he loved. Whenever he
looked round upon his belongings, each
and all 80 redolent Of the wilderness.
be found them very dear. His chairs.
which he had rived out Of slabs; his
guns. his robes. his saddles and their
accouter1ne,,rs--ail meant much to
him. GO them must 80 With
me" he said. "and when am settled
down In the old home I'll have ono
room to myself which shall be % COM
pletely Of the mountain America that
when am within 1t can fancy my
self back in the camp"
He thought Of South Africa as pos
sibility and put It aside. knowing well
that no other place could have the
same indennable charm that the Rocky
mountains possessed for the reason
that he had come to them at his most
impressionable age. Then, too. the
United States, for all its faults, seem
ed merely an extension Of the English
form Of government.
Wetherford was also moving in deep
thought and at last put his perplexity
into . question. What am to do?
I'm beginning to feel queer. reckon
the chances for my having smallpox
are purity fair. Maybe I'd better drop
down to Sulphur and report to the au--
thorities. I've got a day or two be-
fore the blossoms win begin to show
on me-"
Cavanagh studied him closely. 'Now.
don't get to thinking you've got II. I
don't see how you could attach a
germ. The high altitude and the
winds up there ought to prevent in
lection. I'm not afraid for myself.
but II you're able perhaps we'd better
pull out tomorrow"
Later in the day Wetherford express
ed deeper detection. 81 don't SEQ any
thing ahead Of me anyhow" he con.
fessed. III go back to the pen I'll
die Of hung trouble, and I don't know
how I'm going to earn a living In the
city. Mebbe the best thing could do
would be to take the pox and go I'M
der. I'm afraid Of big towns" he con-
tinued. II always was. even when I
had money. Now that am old and
broke daren't 60. No city for me-
Cavanagh's patience gave way. "But,
man, you can't stay here! I'm pack
ing up to leave. Your only chance
Of getting ont Of the country Is to 60
when 60 and In my company" His
voice was harsh and keen, and the old
man felt its edge, but he made no re-
ply, and this sad silence moved Cav
anagh to repentance. His irritability
warned him OF something deeply