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man's shoulder.
“He did that for foe once. Joe,” he
spoke quietly. “He dropped his hand
on my shoulder like that, and I never
forgot the weight of tt. You watch
him, JoS—watch him closely for
awhile, because—because, you see, a
man does stray along once in so often
who’s so badly bewildered and trail
weary, so tired of trying and—and hurt
in soul that the thought of such a
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CHAPTER VIII.
•I Mean to Marry Him.”
It turned much colder with
| nightfall on the day of the
I party. A sharp Wind with
J the tang of autumn was blow-
off the river when Barbara, muf-
jm throat to ankle in a sapphire
one leg dangling over the pummel of
the aaddle. everything else forgotten
in that preoccupied endeavor to review
each moment she bad shared with him.
When the higher morning snn found
her far beyond the rolling pasture
land, miles fn tne Deary tnnoer, an?
IWwhirled. /8o swiftly that It took
her breath he was out of the saddle
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“Blessings, my children," ho sailed te
the two in tho shadow.
rested." TeArniny nxua, upon mere •
brown face. Instantly be looked away,
fllnchingly, and met Fat Joe’s volumi
nous grin—and looked back again, cun-
ningly cautious. Finally be reached
out a timid, blue veined, pitifully un ,
steady hand and plucked at Steve’s
blue flannel sleeve. And his words
were an echo of those which Stephen
O’Mara had heard before that night
from other lipa.
“Then you—are you,” be framed the
words laboriously. “I wasn’t sure-
even when I knew It must-be.”
And Garry Devereau tried to smile
his slow smile of sophistry.
“Greetings, Sir Galahad!” be falter-
ed. “And how are you. Steve—and
who might your—fat friend be?”
CHAPTER IX.
Doctor and Patisnt.
AT JOE leaned over and drew
a blanket a little higher
across the sleeping man’s
shoulder, while Steve contin-
ued sjjently to study Garry’s face.
Even in unconsciousness a faintly
crooked smile of skepticism still clung
to the lips.
“It was like him,” Steve-remarked
at last very soberly. “Somehow the
minute he began to speak I knew it
was exactly the sort of thing I expect-
ed him to say. The probability of
death is a much more amusing pros-
pect to some yen, Joe, than the per-
plexity of living.”
\ Fat Joe flashed a swift, half puzzled
glance at his chiefs face, He started
|o ask a question, then scowled and
checked himself and tdrned instead to
kindle a Are in the stove of the lean-
to kitchen of the cabin. But a half
hour later he was still murmuring the
last phrase over to himself perplexed-
ly when Steve came leading the horse
Bagtime up to the open door. Saddled
and with reins a-trail, the animal had
been wandering throughout the night
about the upper end of the construc-
tion camp clearing. At the sound of
hoofbeats outside Fat Joe left the
stove and the half cooked breakfast
he had set ‘Himself to prepare.
“So that’s the way one of ’em come,"
he murmured. “I was wondering
some. Last night I didn’t notice the
horse, being a mite too hurried to give .
ample attention to details, as it were
But ain’t—ain’t this one of Allison’s
horses?’’ v
“No, Joe.” Ste’fo answered heavily.
“He Is from Allison’s stables, but we
have him to thank, just the same,
along with Garry, for our blue prints
and estimates. It was Mr. Devereau
whom he brought up here last night
and in fairly good time, I should judge,
too. from the pace at which they/set
out Garry turned him into the hill
road, and he must have stuck to it
blindly until he struck our fork.”
And, after a longer .pause, “The horse
is Miss Allison’s own property.” he
added quietly.
wipe out You take care of him, and if i
he wakes before I get back explain to
him a little just how he came here,
and thank him a lot for what he did.
Ask him to wait until I come back
from Morrison, will you?”
For a moment Joe, just |tood and
blinked, dumfounded.
“Huh!” he blurted at last “Huh:
So that’s what you been hintin’ at all
the time, is it? I didn't just get you
right until now. But do you know It
did seem to me once or twice while we
were working over him—once or twf
when the goln’ was pretty bad—tl
his spirit wasn’t heaving real hearty
Into the traces. And, say. ain’t that
For Less .
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< sion.
“We'tre very sorry that Mr. O’Mara
could not cotne,” she hesitated. “I had
badinage loosed i
after the unmasking by Dexter Alli
son’s perfectly cadenced announcement
of his daughter's engagement. All fn
a breath the huge room had become
stifltogly oppressive, C _ __
afterward, alone In her
n the last treble note had
And now perhaps the chance dismounted, there where the high
>me to even nh the arore a HttU”l
breath taking sweep of country, and
was sitting cross legged upon the trunk
of a fallen tree at the road edge.
Then suddenly Stephen O’Mara in
the flesh appeared before her astride
Ragtime and leading her roan, which,
contentedly cropping the bush tops,
had disappeared a full quarter of an
hour before.
The girl gasped at the suddenness
of his coming. She half started to rise
before she remembered the ^stability
of her perch and then crouched even
lower than before when she saw that
be was not yet aware of her nearness.
She waited, eyes gieOfolly bright, until
he was almost opposite her before she
coughed, ever so faintly. Then she
tilted her nose aloft in enchanting
mimicry of his lean and forward thrust
face.
“We never speak,” she confided dole-
fully to the empty air in front of her-
“t bays been subject to severe
headaches for about seven yean.
My bead would ache so badly at I
“I’ve just asked Mr. O'Mara'to come
to my dance. Miriam.’’ Barbara said,
“and how did you know him, pray?
I’ve asked him, but be is unflatteringly
“Know him?” Miriam echoed. “Know
him! Ob. Mr. O’Mara and I have met
before. I think before the fall of the
Roman empire, wasn’t it Mr. O’Mara?
Weren’t they dragging me in at the
wheel of a chariot one afternoon when
you were dealing out a gold piece to
each of your legionaries?”
She laughed dryly, and Barbara felt
smaller and more forlorn and lonelier
stilt
“No doubt Mr. O’Mara hasn't time to
be flattering, Bobs.” she commented.
“But you will have time to come Fri-
day for a little while, won’t you?” she
asked. . I
Steve glanced down at the band
> of her
1 more’n two precious, priceless weeks.
I’m only hopin’ now that when- our
other caller, who seems to want them
more than we do, calls again. I’ll be
. here myself to entertain him with tea
or somethin’. I’d plumb bate to seem
so Inhospitable as not to be home,
twice hand runnln’. to visitors.”
“Maybe that"was a tidy little battle
while it lasted,” Fat Joe continued,
“but It ain’t deuce high alongside this
fight we’ve got on our bands right
now. For he’s just as near over as I’d
care to see a man, unless It was some
one Td a little prefer dead! It ain’t
that scratch on the bead that* s got
him slippin*, either.’*- Joe paused and
turned to address Garry Devereau’s
still white face itself. "Yon sat in an’
backed my game like a gentleman
borb.” he said, “and now Fm a-goln’
to play yourn, blue chips and white
and yeilo'.”
And while be talked he worked, for
it was Fat Joe who gave the orders
that night He called for ammonia, for
brandy, for a half dozen drugs from
the camp hospital chest and each of
them Steve brought in an automatic
fashion that finally penetrated even
Fat Joe’s professional pleasure In the
struggle. J . >
“Friend of yourn?” he asked In an
interval while they rested.
to the slope. “Watch things’.”
voice drifted up from below clear and
eager. “And drive’em .Joer-drlve’em
—drive ’em from daylight tllldark.
From the threshold Fat Joe watched
him until horse and rider disappeared
beyond the line of timber.
Barbara Allison’s presence upon the i t did just the same. I thought she bad
dusty hill road that morning was thrown you. I’d already made up my
the soft nose of the black horse stand-
ing there with reins a-trait »It was
Ragtime, wet with lather and caked
with dust But even then he was not
prepared for the sight which met him
when he entered the shack. Seconds
must have passed while he stood star-
ing from the threshold, for Fat Joe
came puffing back from his fruitless
chase In time to see him bend and lift
a black robed, lifelessly limp body
from the floor and stagger with it to-
ward a bunk. Fat Joe’s steady flow of
profanity, oddly, double vicious in bis
thin, complaining voice, was checked
short. He. too, stood and stared from
the doorway—stood and lifted his nose
and sniffed.
“Seems
be remarl
say, this one’s got a peach of a load.”
Then Garry Devereau’s head rolled
over, ghastly loose and slack, and the
plump one caught sight of a ragged
gash in the senseless man’s temple.
“So-o, that’s it?” he droned, and his.,
complaining voice was deadly again.
“So that’s it! But he wasn’t so far
gone that be couldn’t put up a tidy llt-
tle battle, was he? Funny about that
too. bnt I could always do my best lit-
tle jobs of man handling when I was
about half over myself.”
His pale eyes swept the floor. He
pounced forward and recovered a sheaf
of blue prints from a comer.
"This; I take it” he muttered, “was
what they was arguing about when we
busted in. Steve, them’s our bridge es-
timates—and there wa’n’t no copies of
’em either. It wouldn’t take us more’n
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- And then at those words his face
\ [ changed. All in one fleet second, in
' spite of the whole morning's quirk intl-
macy of mood and the spirit of com-
panionship which to her had seemed a
delightfully new yet time tried thing,
■ Barbara found that she could not read
P an inch behind those grave gray eye%
R ' She found bis quiet countenance as un-
■ readable as that of the utmost stranger
M might have been. And while she walt-
ed. not entirely certain bow displeased
she was at his deliberation, a blackest
of black'horses soared splendidly over
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Steve
“If I can,” and he
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The night before as soon as she had you—and—and facing the actual post! i
■ hurriedly the glowing l«lge 1 bllity df it Was I—fairly tragic?” The KNOWING HOW, is what
pon the hill the impulse na<*
Joe pursed his lips. Instantly at the.
mention of the girl’s name he felt him-
self better equipped to understand
both the lack of immediate action and
the seeming preoccupied indifference
of his superior which, in the face of
the night’s developments, would have
been otherwise utterly unaccountable
that morning. -
The probable nearness of him who
had gone bounding away empty hand
ed from the lighted shack was of far
less moment than the-possible identity
of the one who bad furnished the In-
spiration Of that night raid. And to
Steve the need of assuring that tall
girl with the vivid Ups and coppery
hair of Garry Devereau’s safety bulk
ed quite as important as did the ad-
visability of seeking immediately an
Informal interview with Dexter Alli- j
son, such as /he latter himself had so 1
genially suggested. • 1
“I happened to run'into Harrigan”
this morning,” Fat Joe said in an un-
concerned manner.
As disinterestedly as had Joe, Steve!
now drained tfs coffee cup and waited. I
“He was downjto the cook shanty,” |
Fat Joe ramblerf on. “It’s an hour ! .
since he’d ought to have been ourthere [
with the powder squad in the north
cut, and when I asks him if he was
feelin* indisposed this morning he says
no, but the supply teams was going out
and one,of the drivers bad told him
that I was sending hinxjilong to .help
with the loadin’. He ha'd such a nice,
frank, open faced way of lying that I j
couldn’t bring myself to'correct him. i
I just let it stand that way and told
him such .was the arrangement." Joe i
saw swift satisfaction play across
Steve’s lace. “He had a bandage
around bls head not much different
from this one our friend here is wear-
infe. But be sgid he .was scratched by
a twig."
The room was very quiet for a
breath.. That thin note had crept into
Fat Joe’s tenor voice—thin and ehill
and menacing. And there as abruptly
ing in, oi
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fur, edged wjap. slipped in at the door j t^at terribly pale, terribly drawn face.
Garry Devereau rocked a little in the
saddle and waved a gracefully un-
steady hand. .
“Blessings, my children,” he called to
the two in the shadow, and His tongue
was not thick, but only wavering. “My
felicitations. And. e’en though I know
not your identity, still I may sense
your fond confusion. And yet why
blush, dear unknowns? Tis in the air
dtonlght. Even I myself have yielded
To spirit of frivolity. Two hours ago I
appeared masked in these dingy rest-
in ments as Lore’s Young Dream, but
with me the mood has passed. Fellow -
romancers, you have witnessed a meta
morphosls. You are now gazing Upon
the Wrath of God about to thunder
forth upon a coal black charger. I
merely paused to bid you haste inside
lest you: miss the crux of the evening.
| When I Withdrew the Hon. Archie was
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i metit at his shamefaced grin.
"I found your horse rolling.” he ex- '
plained, and his gravity was dogged in I
i the fnr-o of hpi* hria-hrnMA T i
bareheaded girl, lifted her crop in sa-
lute as she caught sight of them.
“My friend. Miriam Burrell,” the girl
murmured in explanation to Steve, and
something had gone from her voice and
left It conventionally impersonal.
“She’s riding Ragtime, and isn’t he a
beauty —almost as muck"a baauty as
she Is herself r
The horse came on, to be reined up
at last directly in front of the two at
the roadside. Stephen O’Mara met for
a moment the level, measuring glance
of its rider before Miriam Burrell turn
ed to Barbara*
"I’ve enjoyed exceedingly our morn-
ing canter. Bobs,” her alto vpice
drawled. ,.
Then, before Barbara could reply, she
threw one booted leg from the stirrup
and dismounted. With the reins looped
over her elbow she faced the man in
blue flannel and corduroy, a tall lithe
figure with coppery red hair and whit-
est skin and doubly vivid lips.
"You’re Stephen O’Mara,” she said.
“You’re Stephen O’Mara, for a thou-
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come.
_ Miriam nodded her head with brisk
— finality.
“If you can.” she agreed,
no doubt has been telling you about
Garret Devereau, hasn’t she? Yes,
come if you can. I have heard. Mr.
O'Mara, that you have once or twice
fought your way out of the dark when
everybody else had lost hope. I want
an opportunity to.talk with a specialist
in such campaigns.”
Stephen O’Mara had read a meaning
in the words of that contained, often
abrupt, straigbtly tall girl of which
Barbara Allison had not even dreamed.
He stood hatching them when they
turned up the driveway, the horse
Bagtime muzzling the woolly white
sweater and following like a dog. But
he wasn’t thinking of Miriam Burrell
or of Garry Devereau. He was won-
dering about Archie Wickersham—the
Hon. Archie—thinking about that fun-
ay brawl of years before, which had
not been so funny after all, wondering
if- /
| Late that night, before she slept
I Barbara asked Miriam this question.
I “Should I have told Mr. O’Mara that
my engagement to Archibald Wicker-
sham was to be announced at the
partyr
»i “.Why should you have?" Miriam
— j crisply replied.
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of the Hunter home, having stolen
away ostensibly to display to the In-
Utnss that I could scarcely stand I
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shook bls head,
hatless, wind t
head to the tips of the absurdly small
rice ,x>ot8 tucked up beneath her he scan
bed her slim body. Barbara realized
that he was trying to speak snd find
ing the effort hard. Slowly be remov-
. I ed bis hat ar)d passed one band across
a poor idea for a guy to get into his [ forpl]e1(]
“Man.” he ejaculated fervidly to him
self, “but that’s the longest hundred
yards you’ve ever traveled on foot or j
■ horseback!" and- abruptly, accusing I
I ly to bar. “Do you know that I’ve been
months and years and ages/rounding
that bend to—to And you a little crum-
pled upkheap in the road?"
“I’m sorry.” she murmured humbly.
* “I’m sorrv to—disappoint you: but. you j
swung to the saddle and put Ragtime ' j didn't know”—
i She laughed at him. Her Ups cnrle£.
J petal-lfke, In ■ gurgling peal of enjoy- i
“Is that truer Steve
Sbe made no move to
“la that-truer his low and gentle
voice commanded this time. “You still
mean to—marry—hfanr
“What I have done tonight 1 can
never hope to explain,” she answered,
recovering herself. “I can only hope
that some day I may cease to despise
myself as utterly as you have taught
me to at thia minute. And since you
choose to regard it now as your right
to ask that question I’ll answer it for
you. I mean to marry him. I shall
be proud to be his wife.”
The light that streamed over her
shoulder feU full upon his face. She
saw the blood pour up, staining throat
and cheek and brow, and then ebb
away. Sbe gave him time to answer,
but he did not speak, and suddenly she
knew what acene of another day he
was remembering. Her ayes dropped
to her imprisoned hand.
“You are detaining me,” she said.
He released her immediately, and yet
sbe did not move. And while she wait-
ed he turned and stooped and turned
to her again. She stood like stone
while he wrapped her fur edged
sappphire cloak about her and fas-
tened it close beneath her uptllted
chin. He waited, bare of head, in the
hedge gap until sbe had crossed the
lawn to the house that lay a sprawling
glowworm in the darkness. A tumult
of voices leaped out to him when be
opened the door—a lilting crash of
syncopated melody. And then it was
quiet again.
After a glimpse of his chiefs eyes
that night Fat Joe essayed not so much
as one facetious protest against turn-
ing the fagged team homeward with
scarcely any rest at all. He remained as
quiet as that too quiet man beside him.
He fell to whistling later, and almost
immediately his thin tenor was rolling
ahead of them through the black alley
between the pinch, to continue in soul-
ful reiteration until thp construction
camp clearing loomed 4fp ahead. Sud-
denly Fat Joe tightened the reins above
the fagged team; then he ehot forward
and laid the whip across their tired
flanks as they cleared the breastwork
of trees.
Steve’s bead was jerked backward
by the abruptness of their first plunge,
and then he saw what Fat Joe had
seen a second before. High up on the
hillside there was a light glowing from
the windows of the shack which served
the chief engineer of the East Coast job
a^boffice and domicile too. While Fat
Joe laid on the whip a man came hur-
tling past the outflung door, sprang to
his feet and. running low to the
ground, disappeared into the blackness
of the brush. Joe swung the horses up
in a galloping curve and with one cat-
like leap, incredibly light for a man of
bis chunky build, was down from the
seat and crashing through the bushes
on the trail of 'that fugitive whose
noisy flight had already become a faint
crackle in the distance. r
Flame poured from Fat Joe’s revolv-
er. Two whiplike reports shattered* the
night quiet before Stephen O’Mara
moved. Then he lifted himself heavily
from the seat Something nuzzled his
shoulder while he stood listening to the
diminishing tumult of the pursuit and
even before he turned be knew what
It was. He paused a moment to stroke
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vein. Only a few hours before she I and n'*“,n‘r c*‘*ft “■ • *"
had seen that same cold fear in MlrtanrJ
Burrell’s eyes, apd yet not the same. I
either, for bers had been a panic of
lost hope, and the gleam In the man’s i
eyes was already only partly dread of •
disaster and partly a great and unmis i
takable glow of thankfulness. Bar j
bare remembered then, with a twinge
of guilt that she could have forgotten [
it so completely, the black robed figure .
that had gone thundering off on the
same mount which Stephen O'Mara i
was riding now. Sbe half lifted both I
hands to him apprenheysively.
“You aren't going to tell me, are I DENTON FA
you,” she a’sked, “that anything dread Craddock Bldg.
i ful has happened to Garry?” ’. fl
Dumbly, but most reassuringly, 8tev< |
i the top of her
brown crowned
CHAPTER X.
“Not ■ Cha neo In tho World."
■KT^F course rqu’ve found Gar-
J j ry?” She hastened to swing |
IffM the conversation to a less
■ml personal quarter. “Is he- 1
will you tell me about it please?”
R v One small, gauntleted baud made an I
■ | glmost Imperceptible gesture toward i ____ __
■ i the unoccupied space beside her on the ai j pk... HA ’
■ fallen tree. But he chose the ground ***•
■ at per feet. And after hC had dlspos-
■I ed his tong length to his liking he an- ~
W i swered her hurried question—answered We have jll8t reCfl
b it with an amiably lazy deliberation nine lot of
■ that promised a sure return jo a topic *
M of his own choosing, in his own good HE/LTJ
i “Ncr." be stated, and there was some
fl thing lc„ u brio us in the baldness of the S4.26 up
I statement. “He found me. And It I When vnn wnnt!
E was the biggest stroke of luck that he
I did. I grow more and more lucky this *‘tlIDDlDg JUSt Call
J morntag. Wouldn't you say so?’ old Phone,
j “But you must have an inkling as to
J the man's identity!” she cried. “Why, I
1 , j you’ve got to find that out before he
L does more harm next time. Haven't
r you a suspicion even?’
One foot swung free. Sbe leaned for-
ward in her eagerness, a slender and
entirely boyish figure in diminutive [
breeches and boots and straight lined I
coat And the man laaghed aloud up
j into her flushed face, softly and- not
“Ha did that for nre ones, Jos,” hs quite steadily at her hostile indigua-
ppoks quietly. tion, her intuitive feminine curiosity,
chatter and* laughter and bright eyed j “J1*1 Qt a11, ,no8t unsteadily, at
x * “Si%
but we aren't sure because we don’t
understand yet what that man’s mo.
♦»« tiTe might be. I’d tell you < “ "
the gayety ud- d0Q,t uke accU!Re anybody__
_there is cause’torAt But that’s what
brought me down here this morntag-
that and because I wanted to tell Miss
Burrell that Garry is safe and will
continue l
near the_ Denton
did pride myself that I could shoot
some, whether it was by daylight or
dark!*’
And the only result which that state- <
ment achieved was an answering, med-
itative nod. Fat Joe subsided. AU
that he could say had been said, and
they flnisbeg breakfast as they had
begun it, in absolute silence.
Stephen O’Mara touched a match to
the dry grains of tobacco which be
had been tamping into the bowl of his
pipe. He swung slowly around toward
the inert figure on the bunk.
"He’ll sleep the day through. 1
think," be said, “and (be, night per
haps. But I’d advise you to look in on
him now and then, just the same. He
did us a good turn last night It’s the
second good turn he’s done for me,
Jan / ■
has come to even up the score a little’
You would know, wouldn’t you, Joe,
just how many drinks to prescribe for
a man who has been as—as ill as Gar-
ry has?’
Fat Joe’s face commenced to shine,
and at that he was only beginning to
understand.
“Ain’t I the doctor?* be demanded
aggrieved!?. “You don’t have to go no
deeper into technicalities with me.
And I told you last night anyway,
didn’t I. that it would have to be his
last little celebration unless be was
figurin’ on, a longer journey than he’s
ever took before. Well, Tve handled
so many cases just like his that there
ain’t even a little enjoyable novelty in
’em any more foqme.”
Steve received the statement with
another nod.
“That’s it/’ he mused. “That's it ex-
actly. It would have to be his last i
unless be is figuring on a longer Jour ,
ne? tb<o be has ever takMi before.” ' I •?“» ee we t»ee br.“
He crossed and leaned over the thin |
and motionless form of his friend. He ______
laid oae band seatlj ipon tbe .leepint i her.
JOHN B. SCHMITZ
Undertaker and Embalmer
Aatiaebile er Bene-Dravi^E^iipatit.
Both Phones
Large number of samples *
sand!”
I
the face of her brightness. <‘How I
knew it was yours I don’t know, but
dusty hill road that morning was thrown you. I’d already made
jnnm than tho rwasrnlf- nV o mnrolr MBnal 1 _t_j _________. _a^ .
whim, even though when she turned body, to take that mare's bead between [
hands and break her neck! You j
see, I believed I knew already just
‘ ed his hat and passed one band across
head? Now. ain’t it?’ And then, as
the purport of the rest of Steve’s words
struck home, “Do” you mean you are
going to Morrison to have a”—
Steve recrossed to the door and be-
gan to unfasten the feed bag from
Ragtime’s nose. He leaned over to
lengthen a stirrup, stopped again to I
light his pipe.
“Watch things!” he called as be
Im* whe'Ttai becai do
longer bearable, while tbe remainder
of the house still slept behind drawn
curtains, she rose and slipped Into
boots and breeches and riding coat and
descended to order a not too wide
awake groom to saddle a bqree. And
ta tbe very middle of his sensational
report of Ragtime’s empty stall she
swung to the saddle and turned to
ward the north.
Mile after mile, tbe roan mare pine
druff and stimulating
Only his profile had been visible to her .
at first Now tbe white line of his
I jaw and the light ta the eyes that :
searched her face chilled her even as |
and pressing. Give us a trial and
prove this statement..
Phone 31.
Davis Tailoring Ct. f
SUCCESSOR TO t I HAMILTON
Eaat Side Square. - 1
For Bargains^!!!
FAKN ui CITY FIOPEin
see
DENTON FARM MORTGAGE CO.
South Side Sq.
hour of 10, but tbe girl lingered
tie after abe had executed that
[ promised both Garry and Archie Wick-
ersham that be would be down.”
“We haven’t heard fron? him since
! be went back into camp,” Sarah an-
* swered. “He, no doubt has been un-
< > able to get away.”
A Barbara Allison recrossefl the lawn
* Q ,'w7 slowly that night She retraced
her steps with bead bent the ’fall of
her slippered feet muffled by tbe car-
pet of thick, unfrosted grass. Vaguely
troubled, vaguely disturbed at herself,
she was within arm’s length of a
dark figure ta tbe hedge gap through
which she had just come before she
was aware of its presence. Stephen
O’Mara, weather beaten hat ta hand,
was standing there ta her path, peer
ing steadily at tbe stflcco and timber
lodge alight from end to end like a
huge and sprawling glowworm.
An insistent desire again to meet the
Honorable Archibald Wickersham bad
led him to request Fat Joe to book up
the team that day at noon for the long
drive down tbe river. With Steve him
self handling the reins they had rolled
tbs thirty miles at a speed which might
have mildly surprised Fat Joe had be
not been accustomed to puttinc two
and two together to make six ortelght
or more. And Fat Joe’s thin tenor was
just drifting faintly off down tbe bill-
a mournful rendition of "Home, Sweet
Home”—when the girl stepped noise-
lessly forward and put a hand, feather
light, upon tbe man’s arm. •
Again she felt tbe swift tensing of
the flesh beneath; sbe fell back a step
before the startling abruptness with
which Steve whirled. She even threw
up one small hand, as if to shield her
face. And then, tbe cloak falling open
at her throat, a slender, swaying fig-
ure ta blue and shimmering white, sbe
stood and flung a little lahgh at him—a
laugh 1 little unsteady, a bit tfhged
with mockery and as untroubled as the
spirit of youth Itself.
» “Is that the way you always prepare
to greet your friends?” sbe asked.
The man just stood and stared at
her—stared much as if be mistrusted
bis own ears and eyes. • z
“Not all my friends." bls slow voice
drawled at last, but even tbe words
were tinged with doubt “Not all my
friends,” he said. Silently the man
reached out and found the hand which
bad lata for a moment upon bls arm.
“So you are—you.” he murmured,
when his fingers touched hers. “1
wasn’t—just sure." - .
Suddenly unable to think quite clear-
ly, Barbara wondered at tbe new pulse
ta her throat which beat and beat un-
til it seemed not easy even to speak.
“Then it—must be you too,” she fal-
tered. “I wasn’t sure, either, even
when I knew it must be. I’d begun to
believe that you hadn’t forgotten—that
you didn't care to • • • Will you
please say that you forgive me— plgase
—for something over which I have
been sorrier than you can know?”
His eyes clung to the velvety face of
that slim girl decked as Cinderella ta
bits of transparent slippers and shim-
mering. star edged white, until even
in spite of the gloom the girl recogniz-
ed the change which had come creep-
ing over his face. She saw it surge up
in his eyes—the <fld undisguised won-
der of the boy of tetr years before, for
which, until that instant, she had look-
ed In vain—but it was a man’s wonder
of woman now, utter and absolute and
all enveloping. She caught her breath
then. She touched her lips with a
dainty tongue as though they had gone
dry of a sudden. Involuntarily she
stepped toward him, that single pace
which sbe had fallen away. A>id
above the tumult of her own senses
she heard herself trying to laugh and
realized how unsteady, the effort was.
“Then you do forgive me?’ she
breathed. “Do I—pass inspection? Do
you like me—in my masquerade?”
“There was never need of a fairy
godmother for you,” he told her. his
voice grave. “There was never need
of a transforming miracle. You have
been that always yourself. And you
are not permitted to ask forgiveness
from me nor pardon. Men do not ad-
mit that there can be need of that
where they have worshiped as long as
I have worshiped you. You knew 1
was coming. . I’ve been coming ten
years npw. But you can never know
either bow long ten years can be.”
The words were blurred as a far off
echo in her ears. Sbe started to speak,
but all that she would have said caught
in her throat and hurt her, and only
her unsteady breath came from parted
Ups. But when at her inarticulate ef-
fort at speech be bent bis head to her
swiftly upflung face her whole slender
body tightened at the rough contact of
blue flannel against her cheek. Almost
before they held her sbe struggled
madly from the circle of his arms’ two weeks to replace ’em neither—not
White of face, white of Up, sbe broke
away from him and darted through
tbe gap to the hedge only to shrink
back against him in panic the next in-
stant before the black shape upon a
blacker horse between her and the
lights.
He was gazing in their direction—the
mah upon the horse. He was laughing
softly. ' And when he, thrust back the
black cow) that hid his face and began
to speak Stephen O’Mara recognized
more than the result of a merely casual mind, if there was one scratch on your |
whim AV*An DFknnflrH vwhAn aha a__a_ - ___I
her mount north into that mountain
highway a scant two hours before tbe
choice had ,been made without actual what it would mean to me if anything I
XX. __.__x . But it’s a lot
different imagining the world without
re-entered hurriedly the glowing lojlge bility df it Was I—fairly tragic?”
a-sprawl upon the hill the impulse had
first come to her—a swift and almost
blind desire to turn and escape, if only ,
for a little while, from the roomful of
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