A DREAD DISEASE AND ITS REMEDY.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 8316, 15 May 1905, Page 4

A DREAD DISEASE AND ITS REMEDY.

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owner and stooped to pluck a blazing twig from the fire. " Been expecting a visit ever since the note came due. You've had it yi for me ever since I beat you to those bank-robbers. And, grinned genially as he applied the twig — " when you mounted the rise up there on that horsß you loomed up like the Bartholdi statue!" . , "Thought you was ten mile farther down," explained the sheriff, sheepishly. "L was yesterday. Moved up here this morning. Signs look better/ 7 "Prospectin'P" Wilmer nodded. "Any luck?" . f '*N6ne worth mentioning," the giant answered moodily. The sheriff slowly filled a pipe, then glanced furtively above the little blaze that he held to the bowl. " They've struck it rich at Nugget Bend," he observed carelessly. " D'olks is pourin' into camp, an' the store's coinin' 'money." Wilmer took th*> pipe from his lips, leaned slightly forward, and peered down into the sheriff's impassive face. "Been there lately, Randall?" he asked, eagerly. " Sure. Lookin' for you." "See— her?" The sbei'iff nodded. " Didn't let her know you had a warrant for me, did you?" There was a mensce in the deet> bass voice. The sheriff looked up defiantly. "What if 1 did?" he challenged. The giant's riaht hand dropped to the weapon at his side. "As if ,'he hadn't trouble enough without that!" he exclaimed savagely. " I tHnk T'll end your career right now. Mr Sheriff!"

The sheriff's hand stole from his pipe toward the handle of the bowie just within the collar of his flannel shirt ; his eyes measured the distance to Wilmer's broad breast.

" I think not, Jack,** he said coolly. "You're goin' back with me, you know. I've got a warrant. A gleam of admiration shone in the giant's handsome dark eyes. " You've got the same "old nerve with you,", he said. "Go back? Do you think I'd go back with that cursed note against me — and a devil like you for sheriff? There aren't enough men in Almeda County to take me back — alive!"

"Is that the only note you've — forged, Wilmer?" • "The only one; and I'd give half my life if I hadn't " "It won't cost you that much, Jack. Here it is. ;)

• The giant clutched at the ol>]ong slip of paper that the sheriff was holding toward him ' "Why, it's stamped 'paid'!" he gasped.

The sheriff smiled and rose to his feet.

'* "Sure. I paid it; — after I'd seen the little woman. Remembered all about signin' it, then. Ugly-lookin' piece of paper' ain't' it? Hadn't you better light your pipe, Jack? It's gone out."

Wilmer lighted the note at the fire and held it to the pipe. Its charred fragments fell from his fingers, as the smoke from the pipe wreathed lazily upward and floated away oh the soft night- wind. , • '

"•Let it be the pipe of peace, Josh," said the giant, a faint tremolo in the deep voice.

" Not unless you obey my warrant," answered the sheriff sternly. " And have the bank prosecute me on oral evidence ? Why did .they swear out a warrant when you — -r-". " The bank didn't swear out no warrant. A little woman drew this one "vp — a little woman that's pinin' her life Out for an ornery pup that hadn't grit enough to stay by her an' fight poverty like a man, but sneaked off, nobody, knowed where, till I tound him. Hjere's the warrant 11 ;' I stole it ; from the little woman's basket. Read what it says, Jack Wilmerl" . "

He laid something across the young grant's trembling palm — something fluffy and soft and white, with two tiny sleeves, and. a little neck-band of cheap ribbon, yet unfinished, whose wavering stitches told of unskilful but patient and, loving fingers. WilmerV chin dropped upon his chest ; his deep breathing sounded above the crackling of the fire.

" You said all the men in Almeda County couldn't take you back alive," the sheriff went on. " Perhaps they couldn't. But in a Book I've read somewhere it says, '■ A little child shall lead them.' Is the warrant good, Jack Wilmer?" / The giant slowly raised his head ; tears were in the handsome dark eyes. " Get your horse," he said gently. " Mine's close by. The warrant's good!" '