Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1918-05-15

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within him. He intended to see that
his enemies paid to the last ounce. he
would hurry them to the gallows II
money and influence could do It.
None the less, his doubts persisted.
1f they had planned the bank robbery,
why did they wait 80 long to buy sup
plies for their escapei Why had they
not taken the river instead Of the hill
trailf The story that his enemies told
hung together. 1t had the ring Of
truth. The facts supported it.
One piece Of evidence In their favor
Macdonald alone knew. It lay buried
In the deep SHOWS Of the hills. he
shut his strong teeth In the firm re-
solve that 1t should stay there.
q;
The weather had moderated good
deal, but the trail was protected
forest one. The two teams now going
down had come up, SO that the path
was packed fairly hard and smooth
Holt lay propped on his own sled
against the sleepiag-bags. Sheba
mushed behind Gordon. She chatted
with them both, but ignored entirely
the existence Of Macdonald, who fol-
lowed with his prize-winning Siberian
dogs.
Though she tried not to let her lover
know 1t, Sheba was troubled at heart.
Gordon was practically the prisoner Of
q man who hated him bitterly, who be-
lieved him guilty Of murder, and who
would 60 through fire to bring punish
ment home to him. She knew the
power of Macdonald. With the money
back Of him, he had for two years
fought against and almost prevailed
over a strong public opinion in the
United States. He was as masterful In
his hatred as in his love. The dominant,
fighting figure in the Northwest, he
trod his sturdy way through opposition
like Colossus.
Nor did she any longer have any
illusions about him. He could be both
ruthless and INSCRIPTIONS when it
suited his purpose. AS the day wore
toward noon, her spirits dropped. She
was tired physically, and this reacted
upon her courage.
The warmer weather was spelling
the trail. 1t became so soft and nushy
that though snowshoes were needed,
they could not be worn on account of
the heavy snow which chung to them
every time foot was lifted. They
wore mukluks, but Sheba was wet to
the knees. The spring had gone from
her step. Her shoulders began to sag.
For some time Gordon's eye had
been seeking good place for day
camp. He found 1t In a bit Of open
timber above the trail, and without
word he swung his team from the path.
'.sWhere are you geingf" demanded
Macdonald.
''Going to rest for an hour" was FL
liOt's curt answer.
Macdonald's jaw clamped. He strobe
forward through the snow beside the
trail. "We'll see about that"
The younger man faced him angrily.
Cant you see she is done, man? There
10 not another mile Of travel in her I'M
Ill she has rested"
The hard, gray eyes Of the Alaskan
took in the slender, weary figure lean
ing against the sled. On soft and
Imushy trail like this, where every
footstep punched hole in the loose
snow, the dogs could not traved with
any extra weight. A few miles farther
down they would come to main-trav.
eled road and the going would be bet
ter. But till then she must walk. Mac
donald gave way with gesture Of his
hand and turned on his heel.
At the campfire Sheba dried her
mukluks, stockings, caribou mitts and
short skirts Too tired to eat, she
forced herself to swallow few bites
and drank eagerly some tea. Gordon
had brought blankets from the sled
and he persuaded her to lie down for
d few minutes.
you'll call me soon If I should
Sleep" she said drowsily, and her eyes
were closed almost before the words
were OF her lips.
When Macdonald came to order the
start half an hour later, she was still
asleep "Give her another thirty min
utes." he said gruffiy.
Youth is resilient. Sheba awok0
rested and ready for work.
While Gordon was untangling the
dogs she was left alone for minute
with the mine-owner.
The hungry look In his eyes touched
her. Impulsively she held out her
hand.
you're going to be fair. aren't you,
Mr.. Macdonald? Because you-don't
IKE him-y0u WON'T"
He looked straight into the dark,
appealing eyes. 'Tm going to be fair
to Robert Milton" he told her harsh
~. "Tm going to see his murderers
hanged If it costs me every dollar
have in the world"
"None Of us objects to Justice" she
told him proudly. "Gordon has moth
ing to fear ii only the truth is told"
'Then why come to me?'' he de-
manded.
She hesitated then with wistful
little smile, spoke what was in her
heart. "Tm afraid you won't do JUS
tice to yourself. You're good-and
brave--and. strong, But you're very
willful and set. I don't want to lose
my friend. want to know that he is
all have believed nina great man
who stands for the things that are fine
and clean and just"