The Marshall republican., 1911-07-20

ITS no use. T can't join you In THIS,
nj least not now"
But you'll give me the names which
Dunn gave Your
mo: ] can't do that. I sbnil tell the
supervisor. and he can act as he sees
ut. For the present I'm locked up
here
The --her man looked the dissp-
pointment he felt. I'm sorry you
don't feel like opening M. You know
perfectly well that nothing will ever
be done about this thing unless tho
press insists upon II. It's up to you
and ne (mc representing tho con-
science Of the east here he winked
an eye-"and you federal authority 10
do what we can 10 bring these men to
their punishment. Better reconsider.
I'm speaking new as n citizen as well
as n reporter"
There was much truth IN what no
said. but Cavanagh refused to 20 fur
Their In the matter until he had con-
suited with Redhcld.
Very WELL" replied Hartley. that's
settled. BY the way. who IL your pa
tientT'
Eloquently. conciscly. Ross told the
story. "Just a poor old mounted hobo,
a survival Of the cowboy west" he
said. but he had the heart Of a hero
In him. and I'm doing my best 10 save
him"
Keep him In the dark-that's the
latest theory-or under a red light
White light brings out the ulcers"
"He hates darkness. That's IN rea-
o why I've opened the doors and
windows"
"Ail wrong. According TO Finsen,
he wouldn't pit In the dark. However.
Il doesn't matter on a cowboy. You've
n great story yourself. There's q iine
situation here. which I'll play up II
you don't object"
Cavapagh smiled. Would my OBJ
lection have any weightr"
The reporter laughed. mot much.
i've got to carry back some sort Of
game. Well. so long. ! must hit the
trail over the hill"
Cavanagh made civil answer aud re-
turned 10 his patient more than half
convinced that Hartley was right.
The 'power Of the press" might prove
to be a very real force In this pursuit.
As the journalist was about to
mount his horse he discovered Lee
Virginia on the other side OF the
creek. "Hellow said he. IL wonder
what this pretty maiden means"
And. dropping his bride rein again.
he walked down 10 the bridge.
Swenson interposed his tall figure.
what do you wantT' he asked blunt
ly. "You don't want to get too close.
You've been talking to the ranger"
Hartley studied him coolly. Are you
a ranger toof"
"No. only n guard"
"why are you leaving Cavanagh to
play II alone In thereY'
Lee explained. "He won't let any
Of us come near him."
"Quite right" retorted Hartley
promptly. "They say smallpox has
lost Its t~errors, but when you're EIGHT
hours hard trail from a doctor or a
hospital it's still what I'd call a for.
midable enemy. However, Cayanagh's
immune. 80 he says"
1--WE don't know that" Lee said.
and her hands came together In a
spasm Of fear. "Are you a doctor?"
mo; I'm only a newspaper man, but
I've had a lot Of experience with
plaques Of all sorts-had the yellow
fever In Porto Rico and the typhoid In
South Africa; that's why I'm out here
ricochetting over the hills. But who
are you. may ! askf You look like the
rose Of Sharon"
my name IL Lee Wetherford," she
answered. with childish directness. for
there was something compelling In the
mans voice and eyes. "And this q
my mother" she indicated Lie, who
was approaching.
sYou are not out here for your
health" be stated. rather thoughtful
u. How happens II you're, hersr
II was bora hsre--in the Fork"
Hb facs remained stp~rsssionlsss.
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