The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1911-01-26

and take some bread to the
= = dog. | can't 50 away and
leave him there without saying hello"
LET me do that suggested Wether-
ford. "I,m afraid to go down to the
Fork. reckon I'd better 90 back and
tend the sheep till Gregg sends some
one up to take my place.
THAT might be too late to see Lie.
Lees Voice showed great anxiety. she
may be on her deathbed. No; you'd
berter so down with me today" he
urged. And at last the old man CON
scented!
Putting some bread In, his pockets,
Ross rode of up the trait TO see how
the dog and his tiock were faring. He
had not gone far when be heard the
tlnkle Of the bells and the murmur of
the lambs, and few moments later
the collie came toward him with the
air Of a boy who, having assumed to
disregard the orders OF his master, ex-
poets soothing Hef plainly said:
1--WE brought my sheep to you because
i was lonesome. Please forgive me"
CavanagIi called to him ctieerily and
tossed him A. piece of bread. which he
caught in lsiss teettE but did not swal-
low. On the contrary. he held SC while
.leaping for, Joy OF the praise he heard
In his new found masters voice.
Turning the dock upward toward the
higher peaks. the ranger commanded
the collie to their heels anu so. having
redeemed his promise. rode back to the
cabin, where lie found Wetherford sad.
died and ready for his momentons trip
to the valley. He had shaved away
his gray, beard, and had Ross been I'M
prepared for these changes he would
have been puzzled to account for this
decidedly military figure sitting statu-
esQuely on his pony before the door.
you can prove an nlIbi.' he called
as he drew near. Gregg himself would
never recognize you now"
Wetherford was in no mood for iok-
ing. Lie will. I wore mdstache in
the old days, and there's a scar on my
chin"
AS be rode he conI1ded this strange
thing to Cavanagh. IT know, said he.
''thut Lie is old and wrinkled. for I've
seen her, but all the same i can't re-
alize it. That heavy set woman down
there is not Lie. My Lie is slim and
straight. This woman whom you know
has stolen her name and face. that's
all. I can't explain exactly what
feel, but Lee Virginia means more to
me now than Lice
II think understand you" said
Cavanagb. with sympathy in his voice.
The nearer Wetherford came to the
actual meeting with his wife the more
he shook. At last he stopped in the
road. II don't believe can do it,
he declared. ''I'll be like ghost to
her What's the use OF It? She'll only
be worried by my story. ! reckon I'd
better keep dark to everybody. Let me
so back. I'm plum scared cold"
While sim he argued two men on
horseback rounded sharp turn in
the trail and came face to face with
the ranger. Wetherford's face went
suddenly gray. There's the deputy"
Keep quiet. I'll do the. taking
commanded Cavanagh. who was In
slant in his determination, to shield the
man. Good morning, gentlemen = he
called cheerily. You're abroad early!'
The man IN front was the deputy
sheriff Of the county; his companion
was q stranger
"That was a horrible mess you stun
bled on over on Deer creek" the dep
uty remarked.
ut certainly was. Fave any arrests
been made?"
Not yet. but we're on n clew. This
Is Marshal Haines Of Dallas. Mr.. Cav
anagh," pursued the deputy. The two
men nodded In token OF the introduc-
ton. and the deputy went on. 'You
remember that old cuss that used to
work for Gregg
Again Cavanagh nodded.
We'll. that chap IL wanted BIZ the
Texas authorities Mr. HaIneS here
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