The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1914-11-25

Wis. IL can't shout. want .
Observation-Disclosures Of q girl on |
the table beside my bed. Will you
get 1t for me?"
"Of course will" said Hanson
cheerily. Now. you lie still, Davis.
and Ill be back as soon IS 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 1t was =
stir climb among the crags and loose |
boulders which strewed the slope, and
In that fog II would take the better /!
part Of an hour to go there and return.
Hanson did not spare himself. The
fog was still dense. and it was almost
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 Aanson's eyes. What
q fate! What q fate! Better his own,
q 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 tho stars that
appeared through the rift in the clouds
gave promise Of brilliant night The
| potnpu thopofo~o tka no
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 unconsciousness.
Already he had assembled the last
elevation and could see the cabin In
the distance when q shout beneath
him sent him upon his face in instinct
i've alarm. Then other shouts fol-
} lowed, and Hanson perceived half q
} 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-
, BILE for US"
There was no sound within the
cabin.
, Hanson, then. II you like that name
better" the sheriff continued. Come
} along. boy. or we'll burst in the door
for you. Which is it to be?"
: There was not the slightest re-
spouse within. A moment OF silence
followed. Then the sheriff applied
, his shoulder to the himsy door.
I 1t cracked and splintered, yielding 20
a suddenly that it precipitated him sud.
. denly upon his face inside.
Come along. boys, here he II"
!. yelled the sheriff in triumph. and
}, sprang to his feet, followed by the
= whole half dozen Of his assistants.
Q Hanson. covering among tho 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 trooping out
, again.
Dead for a ducat!" the sheriff NUT
tered. Poor devil! It's . mean way
to die, amt It. boys!"
They came slowly toward the spot
where Hanson lay
well, boys" the sheriff said. there
amt nothing to be done. l guess. ex
cept to bury him. We've identified
Hanson, or Hart, for sure from bis
photograph. and we'll get the reward
We cant keep him above ground until
, the detectives come from the East t.
identify him themselves"
That's right. JIM" answered one
Of the men.
Then let's finish the job" said thu
sheriff, hating. Il saw a spade out
side the shack There's no use com
ing back again from San Antonio"
II The two men went back slowly, fol
lowed by the rest. They almos
brushed against the rock behind which
c. Hanson lay concealed. As the sheriff
g. passed, Hanson recognized him. HI
was a man from San Antonio, fiv'
t. miles over the mountain. village int
n which Hanson had sometimes gone fo1
provisions, taking snort cut tnrouet
y. the hills. San Antonio did not com
Id prise part of the secluded valley be
low. The news Of the fugitive's dealt
Id would be flashed across the continen
~ long before It filtered into the isolated
ii community among which Myr'
er dwelled.
X It was more than an hour befor'
I the party returned. They passed 81
ID lently and went upon their way. Thel
Hanson arose and ran toward tn
er cabin. Outside, where there was
b small space of deep soil among tn
rocks, was a newly-made grave. TIT
e, cabin was empty.
'e It seemed incredible to Hanson tina
ie his friend lay there. buried from sigh
until the Judgment day. His footprints
q | xs;n ,,-1o ha turf. tharQ WA