The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1911-08-24
(oopyright, A. c. Mcclurg a Co, islo,)
CHAPTER XIV.
A Temperance Of the General.

morhihe, out hau the body properly
prepared for burial and devoted the
remainder of the night to searching
for General Waite. and. incidentally.
for both Hawley and Scott. Both
Hickock and Fairbain assisted in this
EFFORT to learn the whereabouts of the
dead boys father. but without the
slightest result. nor did Keith's inves-
legations reveal the gambler at any of
his accustomed resorts, while Scott
had apparently made complete get
away These disappearance merely
served to convince him as to the truth
of his first suspicions Scott might
have departed for good. but Hawley
would certainly reappear just as soon
as assured his name had not been
mentioned in connection with the
tragedy. To Neb alone did the plains
man candidly confide his belief In the
guilt OF these two. and when other
duties called him elsewhere. he left
the negro securing the town for any
possible temperance OF either
Heavy-eyed from lack OF sleep.
heavy-hearted with his message, yet
fully decided as to what advice he
should offer, Keith returned to the
hotel. and requested an interview with
Hope. Although still comparatively
early, some premontion of evil had
awakened the girl. and IN very few
moments she was prepared to receive
her visitor. A questioning glance into
his face was sufficient to assure her of
unpleasant news. but, with one quick
breath, she grasped his arm as though
his very presence afforded her
strength.
How tired you look! Something
has occurred to keep you out all night
-and-and | know you have brought
me bad news. Don't be afraid TO tell
me; | can bear anything better than
suspense. Is 1t about father"
mo, Hope" and he took her hand,
and led her to chair. Bending above
her he gave her the whole story of the
night. and she scarcely interrupted
with question. sitting there dry-eyed.
with only an occasional sob shaking
her slender form. As he ended she
looked up into his face, and now he
could see mist of unshed teals in
her eyes.
What shall do. Captain Keith?
am all alone with this. except for
you"
II have considered that. Hope he
answered. gravely, and 1t seems to
me your present duty Is more to the
living than the dead. You should re-
main here until we learn something
definite regarding your father, aud
discover the truth of this conspiracy
formed against him. II Fred could
know the trouble his chance words
have caused, he would wish you to do
this. With him gone, we are going to
find the unravelling harder than ever.
II is my judgment. Hope, your broth
er should be buried here"
She shuddered, her hands pressed
to her eyes.
oh on that horrible 'Bovts HIP >"
only temporarily. little girl" his
voice full of deepest sympathy I'm
few weeks, perhaps 1t could be re-
moved East"
She was silent for what seemed TO
him a long while; then she looked up
into his face, clinging to his arm.
Yes" she said. that will be best
That same afternoon, the sun low
In the west. they placed the dead boy
In his shallow grave on Boots Hin"
1t was a strange funeral in a strange
environment--all about the barren, de
serted plains; far away TO the east
and west. the darker line marking the
railroad grade, and just below, nestled
close In against the foot of the hill,
the squalid town OF tents and shacks,
There We're not many to stand beside
the open grave, for few in Sheridan
knew the lad, and funerals were not
uncommon-some cronies, half-drunk
and maudlin, awed somewhat by the
presence of the marshal, Doctor Fair
balm, Keith and Hope, That was all
excepting the post chaplain from Fort
Hays who, inspired by a glimpse OF
the girls unveiled face, spoke simple
words of comfort. II was all over
with quickly, and with the red sun
still lingering on the horizon, the little
party slowly wendell their way back,
down the steep trail into the one long
street of Sheridan
At the hotel Neb was waiting the
whites OF his eyes shining with eX-
element, his patomime indicating Inn
portant news, As soon as he could
leave Hope, Keith hurried down to
interview his dusky satellite who APP
peared about 20 burst with restrained
Information As soon as unCorked
that individual began to flow yolubly:
81 sho' done seed 'em, Massa jack
done seed 'em both"
Both? Both who?"
"Massa Waite, sab, an dat black
debble dat we was huntin' for. It
was mos surprisin' circumstance,
sah--a mos surpHsin' circumstance"
Well go on; where did you see