Crittenden record-press. [volume] (Marion, Ky.) 1909-191?, 1911-08-03
CdvanaQI1.
The Great Conserva-
ton Novel
CHAPTER ~
WITH THE AID or THE PRES

- reau. III IMAGINATION she wa
able to look back and down upon tn.
Fork as II she had been carried int,
another world-a world that was a
once primeval. yet peaceful: worli
OF dreaming trees. singing streams ano
silent peaks; a realm in which Law
and order reigned. maintained by on.
determined young man whose power
was derived from the president him
self She felt safe-entirely safe-for
just across the roaring mountain tor
rent the two intrepid guardians of the
forest were encamped One OF them.
1t is true, came of Swedish parentage.
and the other was native OF Eng.
land. but they were both American in
the high sense of being loyal to the
federal will. and she trusted them
more unquestioningly than any other
men in all that west save only Red.
field. She had no doubt there were
others equally loyal, equally to be-
trusted, but she did not know them.
She rose TO n complete understand
ing Of Cayanagh's love for THE high
country" and his enthusiasm for the
cause, cause which was able to
bring together the student from Yale
and the graduates of Bergen and OF
Oxford and make them comrades Ia
preserving the trees and streams OF
the mountain states against the en-.
croachmentS of some of their own citi.
zens. who were openly. shortsightedly
and cynically bent upon destruction
spoliation and misuse
She had listened to the talk Of the
forester and the supervisor and she
had learned from them that Cavanagh
was sure Of swift advancement now
that he had shown his courage and
his skill. and the thought that he
might leave the state to take charge
OF another forest brought her some
uneasiness. for she and Lie had plan
ned to go TO sulphur City. She had
consented TO this because it still left
to her the possibility Of occasionally
seeing or hearing from Cavanagh. But
the thought that he might go away al
together took some Of the music out of
the sound of the stream and made the
future vaguely sad.
For the next two days Cavanagh
slept but little. for his patient grew
steadily worse. As the flame OF his
fever mounted. Wetherford pleaded
for air The ranger threw open the
doors. admitting freely the cool. sweet
mountain wind. He might as well
die of draft as smother" was his
thought. and by the use of cold cloths
he tried to allay the itching and the
pain.
With the coming of the third night
Wetherford was unconscious and I'M
recognizable to any one who had
known him in the days of 1.-THE free
range" He was going as the wild west !
was going. discredited, liberated. poi
soned, incapable of rebirth. yet carry
ing something fine to his grave He
had acted the part of a brave man:
that shall be said of him. He had |
gone TO the rescue of the poor Basque |
instinctively. with the same reckless |
disregard Of consequences TO himself |
which marked his character when az
COW boss on the range he had set
aside the most difficult tasks for his
own rope or gun. His regard for the
ranger into whose care he was now
about TO commit his wife and daugh.
ter persisted in spite Of his suffering
In him was his hope. his stay. Once
again. In lucid moment, he reverted
to the promise which he had dra wn
from Cavanagh.
IF j go you must take care-of my
girl-take care of Lie too. Promise
NE that Do you promiseT be insist
ed.
81 promise-on honor" Ross repeat
ed, and, with faint pressure Of his
hand $50 slender and weak, Wether-
ford sank away into the browse which
deepened hour by hour. broken now
and then by commissions, which wrung
the stern heart of the ranger till his
hands trembled for pity.
The day was well advanced when the
sound Of rafting pebbles on the hill
back Of his cabin drew his attention,
and few moments later a man on a
weary horse rode up to his door and
dropped heavily from the saddle He
was a small. dark individual, with
,pectacles, plainly Of the city.
Beware! Smallpox called Ross as
MS visitor drew near the door
The newcomer waived his hand con
"Tve had it, Are you
Ross Cavanagh"
81 am"
"My name is Hartley. I represent
he Denver Roundup I'm interested
n this sneep nerder KIiiing-merely
8 a reporter" he added, with feet
ng smile. Did you know old man
Dunn Of Deer Greek had committed
uicideY'
Cavanagh started and his face set.
No"
They found him shot through the
eek and dying-this morning. AS he
7as gasping his last breath he said.
The ranger knows and when they
sked, What rangerr he said, 'Cava-
agh.' When heard that jumped |
orse and beat 'em all over here. Is ,
,ie trua7 Did he fell Won who the | ,