Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1917-02-02

business. Why, Lawson won't sleep Of
nights now. He an LOngstreth have
always been after me-
Laramie, what are your eyes f0rY'
demanded Duane watch out. AnG
now here. See your friend Morton.
Tell him this game grows hot. To-
gether you approach four or five men
you know well and can absolutely
trust. l may need your help
Then Duane went from place to
place, corner to corner, bar to bar,
watching, listening, recording. The
excitement had preceded him, and
speculation was rife. He thought
best to keep out of 1t. After dark
he stole up to Longstreth's ranch.
The evening was warm; the doors
were open; and in the twilight the
only lamps that had been lit were in
Longstreth's big sitting-room, at the
far end of the house. When buck
board drove up and Longstreth and
Lawson alighted, Duane was we'll
hidden in the bushes, so well screened
that he could get but a fieeting
glimpse of Longstreth as he went In.
For all Duane could see, he appeared
to be calm and quiet man, intense
beneath the surface, with an air Of
| dignity under insult. Duane's chance
to observe Lawson was lost. They
went into the house without speaking
and closed the door.
At the other end of the porch, close
under a window, was an offset be-
tween step and wall and there in
the shadow Duane hid. So Duane
waited there in the darkness with
patience born of many hours of hid
ing.
Presently a lamp was lit; and
Duane heard the swish Of skirts.
Something's happened surely,
Ruth" he heard Miss Longstre&h say,
anxiously. Papa just met me in
the hall and didn't speak. He seemed
pale, worried"
cousin Floyd looked like
thunder-cloud," said Ruth. "For once
he didn't try to kiss me. Something's
happened"
"Oh, dear! Ruth, what can we dor
These are wild men. Fleyd makes life
miserable for me. And he leases you
unmer-"
81 don't call it teasing. Floyd wants.
to SPOON" declared Ruth, emphati-
cally. He'd run after any woman"
"a fine compliment for me, Cousin
Ruth" laughed Ray.
II don't care" replied Ruth, stub
bornly. ITS so. He's mushy. And
when he's been drinking and tries to
kiss mel hate him"
There were steps on the hall floor
'Hello, girls" sounded out Law
sons voice, minus its usual gayety.
"Floyd, what's the matter?" asked
Ray, presently. II never saw papa as
he is tonight, nor you $3.50 worried
Tell me, what has happened?"
eve had to submit to a damnable-
outrage" replied Lawson, passionate
ly, as lf the sound of his voice aug
mented his feeling. Listen, girls; III
tell you about it." He coughed, clear
ed his throat in way that betrayed
he had been drinking.
Duane sank deeper into the shadow
Of his covert, and, stiffening his
muscles for a protracted spell Of
rigidity, prepared to listen with all
acuteness and intensity. Just one
word from this Lawson, inadvertently
uttered in moment of passion, might
be the word Duane needed for his
} clue.
at happened at the town hail." be-
gan Lawson, rapidly. "Your father
and Judge Owens and l were there
in consultation with three ranchers
from out of town. Then that damned
ranger stalked in dragging Snecker,
the fellow who hid here in the house.
He had arrested Snecker for alleged
assault on a restaurant-keeper named
Laramie. Snecker being obviously in
nocent, he was discharged. Then this
ranger began shouting insults. Law
was a farce in Fairdale. The court
was a farce. There was no law. Your
father was afraid of the rustlers,
highwaymen, murderers. He was
afraid or-he just let them alone. He
! used his office to cheat ranchers and
, cattlemen in lawsuits. All this the
ranger yelled for everyone to hear
, A damnable outrage. Your father,
; Ray, insulted in his own court by a
rowdy ranger ~
, "Oh!" cried Ray Longstretb, in
mingled distress and anger.
. "The ranger service wants to rule
western Texas" went on Lawson
'These rangers are all a low set.
This is one of the worst of the lot.
He's to be feared. He would kill. II
: your father had made the least move
, he would have shot him. He's a
l cold.nerved devil-the born gunman.
My God, any instant l expected to
- see your father fall dead at my feet y
"Oh, Floyd! The unspeakable
l ruffianw cried Ray Longstreth, pas
sionately.
/. "What do you care for the insinua-
} lions of such man" said Ray Long