New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1912-01-10
CHAPTER XIV.
PLAGUE AND MURDER.

fLAGOL AMI AOADA@Ass
Y UPON leaving timber line Cav
anagh and Wetherford entered
upon a wide and sterile slope
~ high on the rocky breast Of
the great peak whose splintered crest
lorded the range. Snow fields lay all
about. and a few feet higher up the
CANYONS were filed with ice. 1t was
savage and tempest swept spot IN
which to pitch tent. but there among
the rocks shivered the minute canvas
home of the shepherd, and close be-
side 1t, guarded by lone dog and ~
ing like thick spread flock Of rimy
powders almost unnoticeable in their
silent immobility) huddled the sheep.
There's your house." shouted Ross
to Wetherford.
The older man, with white face Of
dismay, looked about him, unable to
make reply. fs
"Hello, therew shouted Ross, won
dering at the absence Of human life
about the camp. "Hello, the housed!
Receiving no answer to his hail, he
turned to Wetherford. Looks as If
Ambro has pulled out and left the col
lie to tend the flock. Hes been kind OF
seedy for some days."
Dismounting, he approached the tent.
The collie, who knew him, seemed to
understand his errand, for he leaped
upon him as If to kiss his cheek. Ross
put him down gently. You're almost
too glad to see me, old fellow. won
der how long you've been left here
alone" .~
Thereupon he opened the tied flap,
but started back with instant percep-
ton of something wrong, for there, on
his pile of ragged quilts, lay the
Basque herder, with flushed face and
rolling eyes, crazed with fever and en-
tirely helpless. You'd better not come
in here, Wetherford," Ross warned.
Joe Is here, horribly sick, and I'm
afraid it's something contagious. 1t
may be smallpox"
Wetherford recoiled . step. "6mall-
pox! What makes you think that?'
well, these Basques have bssn hav-
ing It over In their settlement, and, be-
sidsa it smells like, it" Hs listened =
moment I'm afraid Joss IN for it.
HsS Grassy With 4 But ~ . human
being, and We can't let him dc here
alone. You rustic sous wood Tor the
stove, and III ~ what eaA 70 for
him"
Wetheeforo was old and wasted and
thin blooded, but he had Rs@sr been q
coward, and in his heart there still
burDed q small name Of has youthful.
reckless, generous daring. Pushing
Cavanagh one side, he said with arm !
decisioa: you keep out Of there. I'm
the one to play nurse. TA6 = my
job"
Nonsense! am yoanEsr and
stronger than you"
Get awayv' shouted the older man.
Gregg hired me to do this work. and
it don't matter whether l live or die.
But you've got something to do in the
world. Ny girl needs you. and she
don't need me, so get out Of here and
SLuy OUT. w UlluS AS IA"s "ooA "ho
I'll 60 in and see " hats the matter"
Cavanagh looked him in the face an
instant. Every WELL" said he, "Ill do
as you say. There's no use OF our
both taking chances" -..
It was beginning to rain, and the
tent was dark and desolate, but as the
fire in the little stove commenced to
snarl and the smoke to pour out OF
the pipe the small domicile took on
cheer. Wetherford knew how to care
for the sick and in the shelter Of the
canvas wall developed unforeseen Wig
or and decision. 1t was amazing to
Cavanagh to witness ks change OF
manner.
Soon a pan Of water Wa SCANNING.
and some hot stones w0S q the suf-
fersr's feat, and wh0 W0o1 A.