Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1916-02-02
CHAPTER xxxv.

CHAPTER xxxVI.
People in the mountains still talk
Of how, while Anse Havey lay on
white cot in the little hospital, young
Milt McBriar set out toward Peril. He
stopped for moment at the house Of
Bad Anse Havey, and within twenty
minutes the hills were being raked.
Young Milt killed horse getting to
Jeb McNash's cabin on Tribulation
and Jeb killed another getting to
Peril. Then from Lexington came two
surgeons as fast as special train
| could bring them, and. thanks to
logged life spark, they found Anse
Havey still lingering on the margin.
When they removed him from the
| operating table back to his cot and
he opened his eyes to consciousness.
| the sun was coming through the shad-
ed window, but even before he knew
| that, he saw her face bending over
| him and felt cool fingers on his fore
! head.
| AS his eyes opened her smile greet
| ed him. and she brushed his lips with
her own. Then, in a tone of COM
mand, she said: You mustn't talk.
The doctors say you may get well If
you obey orders and fight hard. It's
partly up to you, Anse.'
Once more there lowered around
the mans lips that occasional boyish
smile
Il reckon" he said slowly, they'll
have the hell of a time KILN me
now!" Then he added in tone of
more grimness: Besides, there's q
score or two to settle
The girl shook her head and smiled.
Her fingers rested caressingly on the
dark hair that fell over his forehead.
mo, Anse," she told him. 81 settled
most of them myself"
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| Even the detachment of the murder
squad that had played it's part in the
woods and started for Peril before
the five turned back did not reach
| their destination, but scattered into
the hillsides When morning brought
| the news of their attempt they tried
| to make their escape across the noun
tains to Virginia.
But there was a grim and relentless
system about the NOV oment of two
posses that set out to comb the TIM
| Der. Daring to approach no house for
| food, the fugitives united and took up
their stand in a stanch log cabin
which had been deserted, and died
there, grimly declining to surrender.
| OF course the railroad came up Trib-
ulation and crossed through the notch
in the mountains at the gap, but the
i railroad came on terms quite different
| from those which Mr.. Trevor and his
ilk had planned.
! One day there rode away from the
| college a gay little procession on its
way to the McBriar domain. At it's
| head rode Young Milt, and on a pill
| lion behind him, as mountain brides
| had always ridden to their own
houses, sat Dawn McBriar That was
| some years ago, and at the big log
house there is q toddling, tow -headed
young person now whose Christian
name is Anse Hayey, though his Ia
| Their insists he is to be ultimately
known as bad Anse" McBriar
/ One autumn day, when the air was
as full of sparkle as champagne, and
| the big sugar tree just outside the
hospital window was flaming in an &c
| stasy of color, Miss Dawn Havey
opened her eyes on the world and
found 1t acceptable.
Jeb McNash was riding through the
country that October seeking election
| to the legislature.
He drew his horse down by this
fence.
! "Anse," be said In his slow drawl,
"it's pity she's gal now, hain't It'll"
| Ansa shook his head. II reckon"
he said, she's got more chance to be
| like her mother Her mother made
these hills better for being here, and
besides"
| He looked cautiously about and
dropped his voice, as If speaking of q
forbioden subject, yet into it crept q
note of pride Besides, young Teller,
have you got any more notches on the
stock of your gun than she has?"
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