The Huttig news., 1914-07-11

| WIS. II can SnOul. want 2 l photograph-p of a girl or the table beside my bed. Will you get it for me?"
 of course I will,' said Hanson cheerily. Now. you lie still, Davis and I'll be back as soon as possible.
 God bless you!" Davis muttered grasping Hanson's hands between his own.
 Hanson hurried away upon his mis sion, Davis shack was only short distance, but the way to it was a stiff climb among the crags and loose in that fog it would take the better part of an hour to go there and return. Hanson did not spare himself. The Cog was still dense, and 1t was almost 1 by instinct that he picked his way among the crevasses until he saw the outlines of Davis shack loom indis- tinctly before him. Then he entered.
 Upon the little table was the pho tograph of a beautiful English girl, evidently Davis sweetheart. The tears rushed into Hanson's eyes. What fate. What fate! Better his own, a thousand times!
 He took the photograph and start ed back. Although he had stayed only few minutes inside the cabin, the fog was lifting, and the stars that appeared through the rift in the clouds gave promise of brilliant night. The return was therefore easier than the start. Hanson hurried through the pines, leaping from rock to rock. all his efforts bent upon returning to his shack before Davis lapsed into the final inconsistencies.
 Already he had ascended the last elevation and could see the cabin in the distance when shout beneath him sent him upon his face in instinct i've alarm. Then other shouts fol lowed, and Hanson perceived half a dozen men spring up from the under brush and surround the cabin.
 Come out, Hart" yelled the leader, the sheriff, evidently, big man wear ing a brace of revolvers in his belt. We've got you fair, Hart, and you'd best come out and not make any trou- ble for us.'
 There was no sound within the cabin
 Hanson, then, if you like that name better" the sheriff continued. Come along, boy, or we'll burst in the door for you. Which Is 1t to be?''
 There was not the slightest re- sponse within. A moment of silence followed. Then the sheriff applied his shoulder to the flimsy door. It cracked and splintered, yielding so suddenly that it precipitated him sud- denly upon his face inside.
 Come along, boys, here he is,' yelled the sheriff in triumph, and sprang to his feet, followed by the whole half dozen of his assistants.
 Hanson, covering among the rocks, heard their shouts of surprise. Then followed period of silence, intermin- ably long to the crouching man, but in reality of only few seconds du- ration. The men came treoping out again
 Dead for ducat," the sheriff nut tered. Poor devil! It's a mean way to die, ain't it, boys!"
 They came slowly toward the spot where Hanson lay.
 Well, boys," the sheriff said, there ain't nothing to be done. I guess, ex- cept to bury him. We've identified Hanson or Hart, for sure from his photograph, and we'll get the reward. We can't keep him above ground until the detectives come from the East to identify him themselves"
 That's right. Jim.' answered one of the men.
 "Then let's finish the job," said the sheriff, halting. q saw 8 spade out side the shack. There's no use com ing back again from San Antonio
 The two men went back slowly, fol lowed by the rest. They almost brushed against the rock behind which Hanson lay concealed. As the sheriff passed, Hanson recognized him. He was man from San Antonio. five miles over the mountain, a village into which Hanson had sometimes gone for provisions, taking a short cut through the hills. San Antonio did not com- prise part of the secluded valley be- low. The news of the fugitive's death would be flashed across the continent long before 1t filtered into the isolated community among which Myra dwelled.
 It was more than an hour before the party returned. They passed si- lently and went upon their way. Then Hanson arose and ran toward the cabin. Outside, where there was a small space of deep soil among the rocks, was a newly-made grave The cabin was empty.
 It seemed incredible to Hanson that his friend lay there, buried from sight until the judgment day. His footprints were still upon the turf there was the chair in which he had Sat, and the impress of his body upon the bed. And in his hand Hanson still held the photograph
 Stopping down he threw some spade fuls of earth aside and placed the pho tograph, face downward, above the T I'M