Greenfield Evening Republican, Greenfield, Hancock County, 22 June 1895 — Page 4

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Xiio doctor certainly was taxn.g a most extreme view of his duty in this situation, which he had found so much worse than could haAre been expected. There is no doubt as to Hilgard's symptoms. They had been of a nature calculated to shake far more than the doctor's boasted faith in his tough heart edness. Ee had no objection to the young lady. A perfect lamb, he said to himself, and yet with a spirit of her own in those steady gray eyes under the wide low arch of the soft eyebrows. But she was allied to a masculine element in the camp the nature of which the doctor understood better than Hilgard. It was evident that his warnings had been thrown away on that headstrong youth. He must see what could be done with the fair Shoshone. There was no way left but to traduce Hilgard, blacken his character, deal with him remorselessly and make her afraid of him. George might think the treatment of his symptoms a little rigorous, but he would live to be thankful for it. The doctor would shrink from nothing where the safety of his "boy" was concerned. "He can talk about his dime novels," he soliloquized gloomily, "but the state of tilings here is not much better. It's mediieval, that's what it is. "There's that young Hilgard," he began violently. As if the word had been a blow the color answered in the young girl's cheek. She had expected that name some time in the course of the conversation, but was not prepared for it in this connection. "G-eorge Hilgard was a perfect specimen of young manhood when he first came from the east. He was like Saul among his brethren."

The unhappy blush deepened until it had quite obliterated the fire glow. "I don't know what can have got into that boy unless it's the altitude. He needs more atmospheric pressure—the more pounds to the square inch the better for a chap like that. I've been foolish enough to let in a sneaking kind of fancy for that young limb but, upon my soul, if he's got any friends in the east they'd better send for him. They'd better get him out of this camp."

The young girl looked steadily at her work without speaking, while a paleness about her lips spread slowly backward over her cheeks. "I'm sure I don't know what time he got to bed last night. He came tramping up my stairs long after midnight to talk over his troubles with me. I knew he was getting into some scrape or other. That boy has got to get out of the camp."

The doctor concluded, from the victim's expression, that he had gone far enough. He had not indeed intended to go quite so far, but the effort his words had cost him had given them an impetus which surprised himself. Miss Conrath's head was bent very low over her knitting, and the white wool slid over her fingers with a fitful, uncertain movement. He now proceeded calmly to give his remarks a more general tendency. "That's a very pretty thing you're working on. Looks as white and soft as a fresh snowfall. Hope it will keep white longer than the snow that falls in this dusty camp.''

With her needle between her tremulous fingers Cecil held out the corners of the handkerchief. "I keep it folded in this," she said. "Ah, yes," the doctor murmured abstractedly, "that's a good way too. Ridiculous idea for an old fellow like me to be dwelling on, but if I had a young sister or daughter in this camp I dare say I should be inclined to keep her as you keep your white wools—folded away from the dust.''

He paused a moment, awaiting some comment from Miss Oonrath. But none came. She took along breath and rested her ajrms on her lap, looking down into the fire. The doctor derived great satisfaction from her attitude and the long sigh, as of one who rests a moment after pain.

She began to wince—poor little thing! He would give one more turn to the screw and then let her breathe again. It was absolutely necessary that she end Hilgard should not be running across each other at balls every fortnight or so. George would easily find means to reestablish himself in her eyes, if he had the chance. The doctor would do what a devoted friend might to deprive him of that chance. "Now, that ball of the Younger Sons," he went on. "They claim to be very exclusive, poor fellows I I'm one of them myself, so far as the name goes, but I don't pride myself on it. A younger son is no better than an older one, sometimes not half so good. What did you think of the ball, Miss Conrath? Did it strike you as being very exclusive?"

Miss Conrath lifted her eyes a moment, but without looking at the doctor. "I do not think those who went to the ball are the ones to criticise it," she said "Surely not," the doctor cordially assented, "but, on the other hand, those who did not go are hardly the ones! You and I have been, Miss Conrath, and if I may judge by your expression, rather than your words, you find yourself not quite acclimated to the pitch of gayety required to enjoy a camp ball." "My brother was not there, as I expected," Cecil protested. "Ah, yes, of course that makes a difference, but it makes more difference here than it would anywhere else. Here there is no classification. You have to pick your way among all the people who are crowding you elbow to elbow. What is a young girl to do? You are no judge of character, Miss

Conrarn. nope you are not "ax your age. You are perfectly defenseless here the moment you get outside your door. So is any young girl.

Miss Conrath rose suddenly, as if her endurance had reached a limit. "It is true," she said, '"I must be defenseless when strangers give themselves the right to take my brother's place—and in his own lion.se.''

The doctor rose, too, .smiling at her with invincible composure. He was well satisfied with the effect of his desperate measures. To make all sure for the future he would not spare the final blow. "Neither Hilgard nor I dared to be perfectly frank with you about that exchange of partners last night. Shall I make a clean breast of it and tell you the facts?" he asked.

Cecil faced him her soft eyes expanded with a pained brightness. "I will hear nothing more. You have been too frank already," she exclaimed indignantly. "Please to have some re-

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"George Hiljard's the finest young fellow in this camp."

gard for me, if you have none for your friend. I have heard things to Mr. Hilgard's discredit from others who did not profess to like him, but it is his friend who has no mercy on his character and no respect for his confidence.''

The doctor was instantly and mightily roused at the thought of these "others," less disinterested detractors, at work upon Hilgard's character. His was the only hand that could be trusted to administer the blackening touches, and even his began to tremble remorsefully at the picture he had faintly sketched of his boy, a prey t-o the cheap temptations of the camp. He sat down again, bent on investigating this unexpected aid which had anticipated him in the work of defamation. "I should like to know," he burst forth, "who has been warning you against George Hilgard 1 Perhaps your brother has been enlarging on him for your benefit You needn't pay the least attention to that sort of tiling. Your brother and Hilgard are engaged just now in a discussion of their boundary lines. Half the mines in the camp are doing the same thing. Their opinion of each other is likely to be more picturesque than edifying. What has your brother got to say about Hilgard i"' "I have not mentioned my brother's name!" "Of course you haven't You appear to have more sense than most girls, but you may take my word for it, Miss Conrath, that when you hear anything to the discredit of George Hilgard it's invented by the person who brings it to you, I don't care who he is! Of course, your brother has got to keep Hilgard at a distance. The chief of the Led Horse can't be clnusseing back and forth across the gulch with the sister of the Shoshone You can't be putting a man's ore in your pocket with one hand and asking him to dinner with the other." "Mr. Godfrey!" "Oh, I know I'm in your brother's house. I'm only expressing the general sentiment down in the camp. I don't know anything about their squabbles! I only know that George Hilgard's the finest young fellow in this camp. He'd be one of the ten who would save the city, if he could find the other nine!" "I don't know whom you are defending him from. You yourself have said die worst things," Cecil protested "What have I said? I said he was in trouble. So he is! So he is! Or if he isn't he's in a fair way for it. It's easy enough to see the beginning"—he looked menacingly at the bewildered girl— "but theie is no telling where it will end! I've done what I could There's not a young fellow living for whom I'd have done what I've done for him today! But I give it upl" The doctor spread out both his palms with a hopeless gesture.

Cecil began to feel a little afraid of her eccentric visitor, who did not seem to be out of his mind, nor yet altogether in it She was troubled by a suspicion that he must have some motive for his grotesque outburst of confidence with regard to Hilgard She could hardly take it as a wanton impertinence toward herself. 'I mast ask you to excuse me from any more discussion of your friend What he is or is not cannot concern me. My brother will be at home soon, I think, if you like to wait for him.

She felt that her discourtesy had been well deserved, and without further apology she left the room.

The doctor remained sitting for some time alone. He looked down at the prints of his dusty feet on the carpet, then at the heap of white knitting the girl had dropped "Well, if women aren't the very"—

At that moment the maid entered with a jingling tray of glass and silver, wtfiich she proceeded to arrange on the sideboard at the farther end of the room. The doctor took out a card and scribbled a few words on it. "Will you give this to Miss Conrath?" he said, handing it to the maid The words were: ., "Forgive me if I have made you uncomfortable. You need not renlember anything I have said Any inconsistencies you may have noticed in my remarks I will commend to your charity for an old fellow who was kept up much too late the night before!"

The doctor was obliged to confess to himself, as he rode back .to the camp,

that tne $4 lie nad spent tnat arternoon for horse hire were entirely thrown away, so far as it was ever likely to benefit Hilgard "It all conies of the missionary spirit," ho grumbled to himself. man never goes out with that spirit en him that he isn't sure to poke himself into some place where lie's no business to bo."

After ru.-.et of tlio same day Cecil Conrath was walking back and forth on the hillside above the gulch, following an unfrequented trail, screened by the quaking aspens from view on the side of the Led Horse and sheltered from the winds by the crest of the hill. The miners, observing tl^it the young girl often walked here alone, had, with tacit courtesy, left this trail to her exclusive use.

Today she ventured farther than usurl into the gulch, attracted by the. flutter of a red flag among the parting leafage. It was planted in tlio center of a cluing of young trees, aspens of larger growth and slender, branchless pines growing in the bottom of the gulch. The ominous signal, awaiting some unknown issue in this lonely spot on the debatable ground between the two mines, gave Cecil a curious shock of apprehension. The air was full of rumors of incipient trouble. The situation had never been explained to her. She knew that Hilgard was the accuser and her brother the defendant, and that the affairs of the accuser were at a low ebb. while those of the defendant prospered amain. More than this she had only her forebodings, which had not been allayed by the tone her brother invariably used in speaking of his neighbor.

Venturing nearer, she saw that the trees which stood around the signal flag were each defaced by the hacking of a largo piece of bark from the trunk and bore an inscription deeply cut in the white, exposed wood. The leafy covert, where the shadows, stealing down between the hills, made an early dusk, might well have served for a try sting place, but these were no amorous records which the young girl deciphered as she went from tree to tree, tracing the indc intaglio, unless indeed the lovers had concealed their mutual vows under an arithmetical formula.

The red flag drooped in the failing breeze. Cecil now observed that it was planted between two narrow, flat stones, partly driven into the ground, side by side. The stones bore the same mysterious formula? with which the tree trunks were branded

What had happened in this secluded spot, with these young trees standing about like mute witnesses, each bearing its scar for a token, and what coming event was this red signal beckoning on?

She heard a man's footsteps striding rapidly down the trail behind her. She waited under the blazed threes until they should pass. They did not pass, but came near and paused, and Hilgard's voice, low and a little disturbed by rapid heart beats, gave her "Good evening. "Is it very strange for me to be here?" she asked, instinctively summoning him to her own defense. "I never come down into the gulch, but I saw this flag from the liilL I could not think what it meant!"

His presence had changed her unaccountable panic into a definable dread lest, when she looked in his face, she should see there records, unobserved before, of that deterioration, or capacity for it, which Mr. Godfrey had ruthlessly depicted and then recklessly denied. She lifted her eyes doubtfully to his.

As if he felt the subtle question in them, his own met hers with their manly answer. It was enough and more than enough. She had not asked for all the assurances that she read in his eyes.

It is altogether so very strange here,'' she said, looking about restively at the encircling trees.

Has anything frightened you or troubled you?" "Oh, no, it is only the place! Why are the trees all cut and marked, and these little stones? What has happened here? Do you know?"

Hilgard could not forbear a smile. Only a very little tiling happened nere a year and a half ago. The southwest corner of the Led Horse and the southeast corner of the Shoshone were located here. The end lines of the two claims are identical. These stones are the corner monuments, and the numbers of the corner and of the official survey are marked on them and on the trees. Did it seem so very mysterious to you?" "I thought these stones marked the grave of some one buried here." "Tlio graves of a good many fortunes are marked by such stones as thesa But they do not usually mean anything more tragic." "And what does this flag mean? "It has been used for a survey that was made today along the line. The flag was placed here for what is called a 'back sight,' to insure keeping the line ahead straight." "Then it does not mean danger of any kind?" "I hope not, I am sure," Hilgard replied "Are you a little sensitive perhaps about danger?" he suggested, smiling. "When one is alone a good deal, one is apt to get morbid,'' she admitted

He looked at her wistfully, thinking of his own loneliness, which he had not been conscious of until she became his neighbor. "And the direction one's morbidness takes depends on temperament, I suppose. My morbidness takes the direction of various kinds of happiness I might have, but never expect to," he said "I should think you might be quite happy in your little kingdom over there." Her clear accents struck with thrilling sweetness on the stillness. "You will have a kingdom of your own some day. I hope you will like it better than I do mine."

She turned her cheek toward him, with a movement of attention, but without looking at him. "Will you tell me if I am on our side nf the'line?' she asked

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