Perth Amboy evening news., 1911-02-24
The Great Conserva-
ton Novel
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the strangers face and eyes, and. not
w~ithstanding his calm, almost languid
movement, restless energy could be
detected In his voice.
.eWhat is your plan3' the ranger
asked.
Get ourselves deputized by the
court and jump these men before they
realize that there's anything doing.
They count the whole country on their
side, but they're mistaken. They've
outdone themselves this time, and a
tremendous reaction has set in. Every
body knows you've held an even hand
over these warning Picts and Scots,
and the court will be glad to depudze
you to bring them 20 justice, The old
sheriff is paralyzed. Everybody knows
that the assassins are prominent cat
tie ranchers, and yet no one dares
move. It's up to you fellows, who
represent law and order. to act quick"
Cayanagh followed him with com
plete comprehension, and a desire to
carry out the plan seized upon him.
I'D do 1t If / could" he said, but 1t
h6ppens / am nursing a sick man. I
am perhaps already exposed to the
same disease. l can't leave here for a
week or more. 1t would not be right
for me to expose others
Don't worry about that. Take n
hot bath. fumigate your clothing,
shave your head. I'll fix you up, and
III get some one to take your place."
Catching sight Of Swenson and Lie
on the bridge, he asked: who are
those people? Can't they take your
nursing jobf'
mo" answered Cavanagh bluntly.
'It's no use. l can't join you in this.
at. least not now"
"But you'll give me the names which
Dunn gave your"
"No; I can't do that, 1 shall tell the
supervisor, and he can act as he sees
fit. For the present Pm locked up
here"
The other man looked the dIsap-
pointment he felt. Tn sorry you
don't feel like opening up. You know
perfectly well Cnat nothing Will ever
be done about this thing unless the
press insists upon 1t. It's up to you
and me (me representing the con-
science of the east here he winked
an eye-"and you federal authority to
do what we can to bring these men to
their punishment. Better reconsider.
I'm speaking now as a citizen as well
as a reporter"
There was much truth In what he
said. but Cavanagh refused to go fur
Their In tho matter until he had con-
suited with Redfield.
Every WELL" replied Hartley. That's
settled. By the way, who is your pa
fient2,
Eloquent conciseIy, Ross told the
story. Gust a poor old mounted hobo,
J q survival of the cowboy west" he
said,"but he had the heart of q hero
In him, and I'm doing my best to save
him"
Keep him In the dar~k-that's the
latest theory-or under a red light
White light brings out the ulcers"
"He hates darkness. That's n rea-
son why I've opened the doors and
windows"
HAIl wrong. According to Finsen,
he wouldn't pit in the dark. However,
1T doesn't matter on a cowboy. You've
a great story yourself. There's a fine
situation here, which I'll play up If
you don't object"
Cayanagh smiled. "Would my OBJ
lection have any weightT'
The reporter laughed. mot much.
xyra zok 60 ~ hocH Soma uorf 0f
game. Well, 30 long. l must hit the
trail over the hill"
Cavanagh made civil answer and re-
turned to 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 vas about to
mount his horse he discovered Lee
Virginia on the other side Of the
creek. "Helloi" said he. 81 wonder
what this pretty maiden means"
And, dropping his bride rein again.
he walked down to the bridge.
swenson i~nterposed his tail figure.
"What do you want?' he asked blunt.
ly. You don't want to get too close.
1Uu We DStA taLhAuS W thC iahBtA'
Hartley studied him coolly. "Are you
a ranger tooY'
"No, only a guard"
sWhy are you leaving Cavanagh to
play 1t 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 ~terrors, but when you're eight
hours hard train from a doctor or q
hospital it's still what I'd call a for
midable enemy. However, Cavanagh's
immune, 80 he says"
1--WE don't know that" Lee said,
and her hands came together in a
gpasm of fear. "Are you a doctorf"
"No; 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 Pm out here
ricochetting oYer the hills. But who
are you, may l ask7 You look like the
rose OF Sharon"
my name is Lee Wetherford," she
answered. with childish directness. for
there was something compelling In the
mans voice and eyes. "And this is
my mother" She indicated Lie, VIII
was approaching.
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