Cavanagh, Forest Ranger: A Romance of the Mountain WestGarland, Hamlin
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Cavanagh, Forest Ranger: A Romance of the Mountain West
Garland, Hamlin
Forest rangers -- Fiction; Western stories
Lee followed, and they faced each other in such intimacy as the
shipwrecked feel after the rescue. The house was still astir with the feet
of those to whom the noises of the night had been a terror or a lure, and
their presence, so far from being a comfort, a protection, filled the
girl's heart with fear and disgust. The ranger explained the outcome of
the turmoil, and sent the excited folk to their beds with the assurance
that all was quiet and that their landlady was asleep.
When they were quite alone Lee said: "You must not go out into the streets
to-night."
"There's no danger. These hoodlums would not dare to attack me."
"Nevertheless, you shall not go!" she declared. "Wait a moment," she
commanded, and reentered her mother's room.
As he stood there at Lize Wetherford's door, and his mind went back over
her brave deed, which had gone far to atone for her vulgarity, his respect
for her deepened. Her resolute insistence upon law showed a complete
change of front. "There is more good in her than I thought," he admitted,
and it gave him pleasure, for it made Lee Virginia's character just that
much more dependable. He thrilled with a new and wistful tenderness as the
girl opened the door and stepped out, close beside him.
"Her breathing is quieter," she whispered. "I think she's going to sleep.
It's been a terrible night! You must be horribly tired. I will find you
some place to sleep."
"It has been a strenuous campaign," he admitted. "I've been practically
without sleep for three nights, but that's all in my job. I won't mind if
Higley will 'soak' those fellows properly."
She looked troubled. "I don't know what to do about a bed for you;
everything is taken--except the couch in the front room."
"Don't trouble, I beg of you. I can pitch down anywhere. I'm used to hard
beds. I must be up early to-morrow, anyway."
"Please don't go till after breakfast," she smiled, wanly, "I may need
you."
He understood. "What did the doctor say?"
"He said mother was in a very low state of vitality and that she must be
very careful, which was easy enough to say. But how can I get her to rest
and to diet? You have seen how little she cares for the doctor's orders.
He told her not to touch alcohol."
"She is more like a man than a woman," he answered.
She led the way into the small sitting-room which lay at the front of the
house, and directly opposite the door of her own room. It was filled with
shabby parlor furniture, and in one corner stood a worn couch. "I'm sorry,
but I can offer nothing better," she said. "Every bed is taken, but I have
plenty of blankets."
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