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At the annual convention at Blair in October, 1900, Mrs. Catt, now national president, was present. Mrs. Clara A. Young of Broken Bow was elected State president, relieving Mrs. Mary Smith Hayward of Chadron, who had pressing business obligations. Her section of the State, however, remained one of the suffrage strongholds and she was always one of the largest contributors.
"The hurt that gives me my misery is where it can't be seen," he said. "Where are you goin', Banjo, with the country riled up this way, and you li'ble to be shot down any place by them rustlers?" Mrs. Chadron asked, looking at him appealingly, her apron ready to stem her gushing tears. "I'll go over to the mission and stay with Mother Mathews till I'm healed up.
"There's only one way to go towards the rustlers' settlement," Mrs. Chadron grimly returned. She was over her hysterical passion now, and steadied down into a state of desperate determination to set out after the thieves and bring Nola back. She did not know how it was to be accomplished, but she felt her strength equal to any demand in the pressure of her despair.
You told me she was all right a little while ago, and I tell you I don't like " "Miss Chadron was as bright as a redbird when I saw her this afternoon," King assured him, calmly. "She has suffered no harm at the hands of Macdonald and his outlaws." "He'll dance in hell for that trick before the sun goes down on another day!"
I'll leave here before another hour passes by, and I'll never set a boot-heel inside of your door ag'in as long as you live!" "Oh hell!" said Chadron, spurring forward into the road. Chadron's men rode away after him, except five whom he detailed to stay behind and guard the ranch.
But if there are any among the settlers up our way we don't know it and I think we'd pretty soon find out." They turned and walked back toward the house. "I don't see why you should trouble about it; this plainly isn't your place," she said. "First, I refused to be driven out by Chadron and the rest because the thing got on my mettle.
She stooped, a little sound in her throat between a sob and a cry, jerked one of the guns out, wheeled upon Chadron and fired. The lieutenant struck up her arm in time to save the cattleman's life. The blow sent the pistol whirling out of her hand. "They will go off that way, sometimes," said the young officer, with apology in his soft voice.
Chadron sat in her old place and watched him until he passed beyond the last hill line and out of her sight. Her last glimpse of him had been in water lines through tears. Now she reached for her basket and took out her unfinished knitting. Broken off there, like her own life it was, she thought, never to be completed as designed. The old days were done; the promise of them only partly fulfilled.
"I carry my court right here with me," said Chadron, patting his revolver. "I deny its jurisdiction," Macdonald returned, drawing himself up, a flash of defiance in his clear eyes. Chadron jerked his head in expression of lofty disdain. "Go on! Git out of my sight!" he ordered. "The road is open to you," Macdonald replied. "I'm not goin' to turn my back on you till you're out of sight!"
"That would be squarer, and more to my liking, than hiring somebody else to do it for you, Mr. Chadron. Ride on I don't want to stand here and quarrel with you." "I'm goin' to clear you nesters out of there up the river" Chadron waved his hand in the direction of which he spoke "and put a stop to your rustlin' before another month rolls around.
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