The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1911-03-12

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that meeting bseatlAe: Dasafagh h&A
seed Virginia hardy fh6fs EAan q sesFe
Of tiiaes, ana Set NE Efiea 1is thought;
confused his piafis; 4aaking Of his bgaiH
b fiaes Of dsubk ana hesitation: Fsr
hef sake he haa eiitefed upon a Plaza
10 shiAa 4 criminal; to iafbef an g.
eapea e5akiet: Il was q no avail to
argue thA{ he was H4evea t5 shield
WetheE6B4a beeause ct his heroic ae-
Hsn % the peaA: Hs knew perfectly
vel thaf Il E&s beeaHss he e6atd hot
See tRat faif. bEA<e gifi farther ais
kraeed By the discovery Of hef fatAeFs
identity, for IN the searching inquiry
which would surely follow his secret
would develop.
To marry her, knowing the character
Of her father and her mother, was
madness, and the voice within him
warned HIM OF bis folly. "Pure wa
ter cannot be drawn from corrupt
sourees," # IL said Nevertheless the
thought Of having the girl with him
IN the Wilderness 61led him with d.
vine reekSessness. While st1il he de-
bated, alternately 6ushed with resolve
to be happy and chilled by some
strange detection, be met swenson, the
young guard who guarded the forest
on the South Fork.
As he rode up Cavanagh perceived
IN the other mans face something pro-
foundly serious. He did not smile In
greeting. 10 was usual with him, and,
taking some letters from his pocket,
passed them over IN omtnous silence.
He had q face Of such bitterness that
It broke through even the absorbed
and selfish meditation into which Cav
anagh had been thrown
whats the matter, Swenson? You
look as II you had lost friend"
II have" answered the guard short
". land 80 have you The chief is
out"
swhatT"
They've got himF' he exclaimed.
Hes out"
CaVanagh sprang up. 81 don't be-
neve It! For what reason7 WhyT"
sDun't that1etter tell you? The whole
town II chuckling. Every criminal and
plug ugly IN the country is splitting in
our faces this morning. Yes, Sr, the
president has fred the chief-the man
that built MP this forestry service The
whols works is going to h., that's
what It Is. Wen have all the coal
thieves, water power thieves, poachers
and free grass pirates piling In on us
In mobs. They'll eat up the forest. 1
see the finish Of the whole business.
They'll put some western man In
somebody they can work. Then where
win we bef'
Cavanagh's young heart burned with
indignation. but he tried to check the
other mans torrent OF protest.
'T can't believe IT. There's some
mistake. Maybe they've made him
the secretary Of the department or
something"
''No, they haven't. They've thrown
him out. They've downed him be-
cause he tried to head or some thlev-
cry Of coal mines In Alaska" The
man was ready 30 weep with chagrin
and indignant sorrow. His voice
ehoked, and he turned away to con-
ceakhis emotion.
Cavansgh put the letter back into
his pocket and mounted his horse.
''WeQ, so on back to your work.
Swenson- I'm going to town to get
the supervisor on the wire and find
out what It all means"
He was almost as badly stunned by
the significance Of Swenson's news as
Swenson himself. Could 1t be possible
that the man who had built up the
field service OF the buReau-the man
whose clean handed patriotism had
held the boys together, making them
every year more clearly a unit, lit
tie army Of enthusiasts-could It be
possible that the originator, the or
ganizer of this great plan. had been
stricken down just when his influence
was Of most account? He refused to