Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1917-08-02
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had been carried FROM the makeSh1Tt
operating table in the commissary to
Williams cot In the Office shack.
"How about 1t, Doc?" asked the
mine owner bluntly.
The surgeon shook his head doubt
fully.
81 can't say. He'll be rather lucky
Il he doesn't make 1t, won't hep
Starbuck remembered that the doc
tor had come out In the auto with the
police captain and the two plain
clothes men.
"Hackerman has been talking" he
Queried.
The surgeon nodded. "He told me
on the way out. IF were In Smiths
place, I'd rather pass out with a bull
let In my lung. Wouldn't your"
Starbuck was frownIng sourly.
Suppose you make 1t a case Of sus-
pended judgment, Doc" he suggested.
1.-THE few Of US here who know any
thing about 1t are giving John the
benefit Of the doubt. They'll have to
show me, and half a dozen Of US, be-
fore they can send him over the road"
she knew they were after h1m?"
"Sure thing; and he had all the
chance he needed to make his get
away. He was shot while he was
trying to get between and stop the
war and keep others from getting
killed"
"It's a pity" said the surgeon, glanc
ing across at the police captain to
whom Colonel Baldwin was appealing.
They'll put him in the hospital cell
at the Jail, and that will cost him
| whatever slender chance he might 9th
erwise have to pull through
Starbuck looked up quickly. "Tell
'em he can't be moved, Doc DAN" he
urged suddenly. And then: you're
Dick MaIwell's family physician, and
Colonel Dexter's, and mine. Surely
you can do that much for us?"
81 can, and I WILL" said the surgeon
promptly.
|
Three days after the wholesale ar
rest at the dam, Brewster gossip had
fairly Outworn itself telling and re-
telling the story Of how the High Line
charter had been saved; of how Craw-
ford Stanton's bold ruse Of hiring an
ex-train-robber to impersonate a fed
eral-court officer had fallen through
leaving Stanton and his confederates,
ruthlessly abandoned by the I'M
named principals, languishing bailless
| in jail; of how Smith, the hero Of all
these occasions, was still lying at the
point of death in the office shack at
the construction camp, and David Kin
Zie, once more in keen pursuit of the
loaves and fishes, was combing the
market for odd shares Of the stock,
which was now climbing swiftly out
of reach. But at this climax Of ex-
haustion-or satiety-came a distinct
ly new set of thrills, more tittllating,
If possible than all the others COM
bined.
It was on the morning Of the third
day that the Herald announced the
return of Mr.. Josiah HIGHLANDER from
the Topaz: and in the marriage no.
tees Of the same issue the breakfast
table readers of the newspapers
learned that the multimillionaire's
daughter had been privately married
the previous evening to Mr.. Tucker
Jibbey. Two mining spectators were
chuckling over the news in the Hophra
House grill when third man came
in to join them.
"What's the joker queried the new
conner; and when he was shown the
marriage item, he nodded graVely.
That's an right; but the Herald man
didn't get the full flavor Of it. 1t was
sort of runaway match, 1t seems /;
the fond parent wasn't invited or con-
suited"
ST don'tssee that the fond parent has
any kick coming" said the one who
had sold Jibbey a promising prospect
hole on Topaz mountain two days ear
ner. 1.-THE young fellows got all kinds
Of money"
81 know" the land broker put in.
"But they're whispering 1t around that
Mr.. HIGHLANDER had other plans for
his daughter. They also say that Jib-
hey wouldn't stay to face the music !;
that he left on the midnight train last
night q few hours after the wedding,
so as not to be among those present
when the old man should blow H."
"What?"-in q chorus Of two-"left
his wife?"
That's what they say. But that's
only one of the new and startling
things that isn't in the morning papers.
Have you heard about Smith?-or
haven't you been up long enough YETI"
II heard yesterday that he was be-
ginning to mend" replied the break
faster on the left.
you're out OF date" this from the
dealer In ranches. "You know the story
that was going around about his be-
ing an escaped convict, or something
Of that sortH It gets its local color
this morning. There's a sheriff here
from back East somewhere-came In
on the early train, names Macauley,
and he's got the reQuisition papers.
But Smiths fooled him good and
plenty"
Again the chorus united In an eager
query.
Howl"
HE died last night-a little past
midnight. They say they're going to
bury him out at the damon the job
that he pulled through and stood on
Its feet. One OF Williams Quarrymen
drifted in with the story just little
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