Oklahoma City Daily Pointer (Oklahoma City, Okla.), Vol. 4, No. 266, Ed. 1 Sunday, December 5, 1909 Page: 6 of 20
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"THE BANDIT"
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6 Dolly Dayton herself I Ta.e only rattle rustlers she had J weapon and lila hands went up with
declared, her preen- seen had been a couple of Mexican a promptness that greatly relieved
ness was a fault she half-breeds, who wore cheap store Dolly. Even as she gave the coin-
would outgrow; but clothes and did not at all come up to maud she was wondering what she
for the moment her ; the standard that her fancy had set. | would do If he refused. She never
greenness was divert-j Hilly, Dolly's pinto, like! the long
Ing the Tula river' rides, for when Dolly dreamed day
country from its I dreams slu« forgot to use spur or
source in the Tula whip. Hilly always artfully dropped
range to halfway j from a gallop to a lope and so into an
down to its con-j easy gait that was little better than
fluence with the Rio I a fast walk.
Grande. j Before Dolly had taken a fancy to
She made r picture flt for a calen- IiIk gaily colored coat he had been
dar on her pinto pony with her di- ridden by Hen llouuhtaling, the ranch
vlded riding skirt, her silver-mounted foreman. Houghtaillng used up four
saddle and ditto .lis rind the neatest j and live horses a day in the busy sea-
of braided "ropes" hung fiom the j son. Billy knew a good thing when
saddle bow ready for Instant use; but J he saw one In Dolly, und though he
Dolly was hopelessly afraid of tho ' imposed shamefully upon that unsus-
lieavy revolver—though she would pectlng person, he was always on his i
not be content with a .22—and her | host behavior, avoiding rolling stones
one and only attempt to use tho rope and gopher holes and eschewing the
had very nearly resulted In breaking 1 *- • • • -
of her own neck and her pony's when
would dare shoot him — she was
afraid that the gun might go off, any-
way—but his prompt compliance
solved the problem, and she com-
mand him to about face and march
ahead.
Her prisoner shrugged his shoul-
ders in a way that was eloquent of
many things that he was saying un-
der his breath and turned resignedly
In the direction of Dayton's.
"I suppose you won't mind my tak-
ing the shortest way?" be asked over
his shoulder as he plodded along and
Dolly beamed upon the unconscious
back She dared not confess that in
the excitement she had lost her sense
of Justice."
"You'll let him ride?" she asked
Paul, who already had made the sug-
gestion to the prisoner nnd Dick was
climbing into the sadn ~ with very
evident relief.
"I made him walk miles and
miles," she explained regretfullv
"His horse was frightened and ran
away and he wanted to go to the
Crosby place becaus: It was nearer.
Dick was placed In the bunk house | der of hoofs came nearer and Silvers,
and Dolly, the excitement of the cap-j the foreman, reined up as he came
ture over, promptly took to her bed within hailing distance.
for a comforting attack of hysterics. | We're going after mounts. Mr.
It. was late In the evening when she | Crosby." he shouted, "The sheriff
arose to get some fresh air before she just sent over for some of the boys to
went to sleep for the night. She could help htm with his pose. Denver Dlelc
not help sighing as sho looked out i held up the fast mall last night and
toward the bunk house where there 1 Johnson thinks that he's headed for
burned a light. Probably the guard the border. We'll need fresh horses,
was sitting tip with the prisoner. ' r-i T
she succeeded In elaborately twining
the ropo around the pinto's feet.
In a way her helplessness was pa-
thetic. for she tried so hard to be a
real Western girl In spite of the fact
that her 19 years had all been spent
far east of the Mississippi.
Paul Dayton, her brother and only
living relative, had urged her to give
up her attempt to like ranching and
go back East, but Dolly stuck dog-
bucking tricks that had been his de-
light In the dnj's of his evil youth.
Paul Dayton appreciated Billy's
good behavior, and after the first few
weeks Dolv was permitted to ride
without a cowboy escort, to the com-
bined delight of Dolly and tho unfor-
tunates who had been assigned to
that duty.
Hilly seemed to feel the respon-
sibility thrust upon him and moved
prudently. Therfore. when he in-
terrupted one of Dolly's day dreams
Redly to her determination to stay j l,v coming to an abrupt stop, she
with Paul, and she made brave lit'le looked quickly up to see what the
efforts to act as though to the manner I matter might be.
born. I She gasped with surprise when she
To her romantic mind the Tula J Bnw not 10 feet away a man who fit-
range seemed the embodiment of the j ted the description in the hand bills
West, for somewhere in the mountain I and posters to a nlclty.
fastnesses there roamed the famous He really didn't look at all fero-
Denver Dick, who made cattle rust-, clous, though his clothes were dusty
ling his vocation and train robbing j and the cleft chin where tho telltale
his diversion. Twenty miles to the ■ scar showed white against the bronz-
w est ward the overland climbed the j ed skin boldly betraved his identity
crest of the lowest of the Tulas nnd , and ploclalmed him tho Denver Dick
there Dick amused himself by hold- "I am ashamed to confess that j
tng up the express train. have been unhorsed," he began as he
Just where he went with his plun | came toward her. My mount saw a
der no man knew. Posses and rail- j rattler and bucked so violently that
road detectives had covered every bit (she threw me off almost on top of
of the range, but they could not even the thing and then scampered off "
find traces of Dick's camps, let alone His voice was clear, vibrant nnd
the place of permanent abode. j not a bit threatening; but Dolly was
Whenever Dolly rode toward the , prudent and quick, too. she saw him
mountains she pretended that she was i tr\ing to approach her slowly and
in search of the desperado, for her evidently expecting to take her un-
head was full of the romance of bor-
der life.
True, she had been disappointed to
find that In the Tula river country
there was a most conventional preju-
dice against murder, while horse
thieves and cattle rustlers were sent
ignobly to the penitentiary instead
of ' strung up" to tie nearest tree or
"riddled" with bullets.
awares.
The little game was spoiled by her
wit. She whipped out her revolver
with an outward calmness, though In-
wardly she was shaken to the heart.
"Hold up your hands," she com-
manded, trying to make her voice
sound stern and forbidding. "If you
make a move 1*11 shoot."
The outlaw glanced at the mighty
SHE GASPED WITH 8URPRISE WHEN SHE SAW A MAN V/HO FITTED THE DESCRIPTION
HAND BILLS AND POSTERS.
In the morning he would be started
for the county seat nnd presently
there would be a trial and then —
Dolly Bank shuddering!y upon the
floor of the piazza as her active mind
conjured up tho last scene of the
tragedy.
The men at the ranch seemed never
to tire of her accomplishment and it
was with a glow of pride that Dolly
carried herself in those days. She had
shown that she could capture a typi-
cal bad man single handed and, even
if she could not shoot straight or
throw a rope, she was of some ac-
count.
Her pride lasted ten days. Then
she suddenly came face to face with
her ex-captive, some distance from
the ranch.
This time he was on horseback,
but. his hands were up promptly at
and I don't wait to ask. I knew you'd
be willing to let us go."
The little group of riders galloped
on and Dolly turned to her companion
with flaming face.
"You're Grant Crosby?" she flaked.
"You—you let me capture you.and—-
and make a fool of myself?" .
"Not the last," he corrected gent-
ly. "All of the boys admired your cour-
age which was none the less because
I do not happen to be the desperado
you thought 1 was."
"But. why didn't vryis tell me ray-
mistake?" she demanded. c
"Would you haare believed?" he
challenged. "Besides, a determined
and somewhat excited young woman
with a .38 Is entitled to have her own
way and—I had heard something of
your efforts to become a real West-
erner and I wanted to let you prove
your point. Paul understood when I
v._ , r ' \ 1 •' "w /wur poini. ruui understood wnen i
to draw h? ? made no effort explained to him before you came up
"You're not going to make me walk
ten miles to Dayton's," he protested
"Crosby's is only three miles from
here,"
"You'll do as I tell you," insisted
Dolley, sternly. Already she was
planning letters to all her chums
back Bast, telling them how, single-
handed. she had captured the famous
desperado, Denver Dick.
"But It's nothing short of cruelty
to make me walk all of that way," he
protested.
"I don't suppose that you ever are
cruel to express messengers and en-
gineers," suggested Dolly politely,
nnd her arm was steeled by the
thought that only two weeks before
Dick had wantonly shot down an ex-
press messenger who had fought to
keep the robbers out of his car.
THE MILLIONAIRE
OHX DUNHAM, mil-
lionaire capitalist
and bachelor, aged
35. swung around
sharply in his swivel
chair.
"What on earth
can he the matter
with Jim this morn-
ing?" be asked half
aloud.
As if In answer to
hi* question, the phone bell rang
■lirllly. A moment later he hung up
the receiver with a bang.
"Confound It," he muttered, "It
never raina but it pours. Here I've
got to take that deposition this morn*
itif and Jim had to get sick Well,"
he continued, swinging back to his
desk again, "I've just got to get it out
today, so I'll have to hunt a stenog
rapher for the time being/' and
reaching for the telephone director*
be started to look fcr a public sten
©grapher near at hand
' Why under tho sun didn't I think
of her before?" he asked as hia eye
lighted \ipon the legend:
"Dane. Miss, public stenographer
an<i typewriter."
"She's right on the floor below. I've
■eea her sign coming up in the Int.
In « moment he was standing before
•*oor on which the lettering read
"Miss Dane, public stenograph. •."
As hf caught « glimpse oi the pub
11(1 stenographer lie started Just a lit-
• o. He hud expected to see a staid
worcan of at least SO or 35 v •, but
the girl bending ovor tbe typewriter
could not possibly be more than 2! at
the most.
A shade of disappointment passed
over hi* face —. his experience with
youug women ateuographeri had been
unsatisfactory. But his ■•minteuunci
cleared a little us he noted the capauk-
line, around the mouth and the rata
tr steady gaze In the eyes of the sweet
faced girl before him.
"Miss Dane, 1 presume," he said
In his most business-like ones "Mv
stenographer Is sic. and r must take
u deposition today without fall n
you are not otherwise engaged I
would like your services for the rest
of the day."
• What I was doing can Walt," she
nnswered. in calm, exen tones "How
ion>s do you think it will run?" she
continued, with her hand upon a bun
die of notebooks.
"Better take plenty." answered
John Dunham, and the girl dropped a
half-dozen Into a green bag.
"How soon will you want me?" she
Inquired.
' I'll telephone for my car Imme-
diately." he replied. "It will be here
In halt an hour. Will that be too
soon?"
In a short time the car arrived, and
Dunham gave some directions to tbe
chauffeur and Jumped in beside her.
John Dunham painstakingly ex-
plained the nature of the business to.
th girl beside hlni. The ordeal was I
not a trying one, either, Tor what j
Ulan cannot talk with pleasure when
it Sweet-faced woman payi strict at- arty,
U-Btlon to what he Is saying? star,
asspy srtr.t*
I he work was finished. When It .here, not because of his money nor
was transcribed Dunham was exceed- (yet of his position, hut because of his
ingly pleased with its tyle and neat- true worth.
ne>> He told Miss Dane so. Also, he He appreciated his welcome, too.
offered to recommend her to his bus! ! Por years he had been living alone In
ness friends, and the influence of j hia bachelor apartments, and the
John Dunham was no mean thing, so touch of real home life with which he
the -business or Miss Dane grew | came in contact in the Dane home was
apace, it was astonishing, too, how rather pleasing, indeed.
much Dunham's need for extra help I It was one of these automobile
increased. | trips when the mother had staid home
James Horton, Dunham's private on account of a severe headache, htat
stenographer, was back at his post , the now prosperous stenographer
of direction and did not know in just
what direction the ranc'a lay, even
with the Tulas for a land .nark.
"You can let your hands drop," she
conceded as she noticed that he made
no move to change his position.
"Wait a moment until I can take your
guns."
She rode up and relieved him of
his revolver, and as she bent in the
saddle to disarm him she was con-
scious that the outlaw had gray eyes
that looked frankly at her from be-
neath heavy brown lashos.
Decidedly he was good looking, this
young outlaw, and he had about him
none of the brutality that Dolly nad
expected to see.
As he plodded over the hot, sandy
plain she was conscious of a growing
interest in the man of which she felt
heartily ashamed. There was an easy
grace to the springy stride that took
him over the ground with the least
possible effort and that he was not in-
sensible of his position was evident
that now and then his shoulders were
shaken as if by sobs.
It seemed strange that he should
be crying, but when Dolly realized
that he must know that he could not
expect to escape the death penalty
she could understand his emotion and
with the realization of the impend-
ing punishment came a regret that
she should be the instrument of Jus-
tice that took away the pleasure she
but I was afraid that he might have
friends there who would help him get
away, so I couldn't let him."
Dick laughed at the explanation
and they started off at a brisk pace
that soon brought them in sight of
the ranch. Paul rode on ahead to
prepare for their coming and present-
ly a bunch of grinning cowboys came
out to escort*the captor and captive
to the ranch.
to draw his revolver.
'I don't want to capture vou
again," cried Dolly with a little shud-
der. "I was awfully glad when I
heard that you had escaped. It was
terrible to think that you would be
hanged for—for what you had done.
I never could do It again."
•I'm glad to learn that." he said
smilingly. "I must compliment you
upon your pluck, though. I never
thought—"
What he thought was left unsaid,
for Dolly grasped his arm and pointed
behind him to where a bunch of rid-
ers from the Curly C, the Crosby
ranch, were riding over the plain to-
ward them.
"They'll never know you," she
cried quickly. "You're letting your
beard grow and it almost hides' the
scar. Pretend to be riding with me.
Some of the boys know me."
She turned her pony away from the
direction of the riders, but the thun-
afid he posted the other* at the'
ranch."
"And when your shoulders were
shaking I thought you were sobbing,1'
reminisced Dolly. "And all the time
you were laughing at me!"
"Not at you." cried Crosby with
prompt diplomacy. "I was laughing
to think how surprised Paul would be.
No. You made your capture fairly
and-—I'm going to insiat that you
keep your prisoner. I waa going to
stay away until I grew a beard so
that you would not know me, but
since you do—"
"I'd have recognized you In spite
of your beard or any disguise," de-
clared Dolly.
Then her face turned crimson
though she did not realize how much
that confession had told Crosby. But
that bronzed gentleman, as he rode
away a little later, knew that he had
been captured for a life sentence and
he rejoiced at his fate.
VICTOR'S LUCK
Mm. i.Th
K dear," said Mrs.
Venner, as she bust-
led Into Viola
Doane's pretty bou-
doir, with an open
note in her hand
that the house? isn't that—"
Involuntarily Viola lifted her eyes
to the picturesque old frame build-
ing Indicated. Ivy grew to the first
floor windows, in a Jutting bay win-
dow a young girl lay hack In a low
'this explains why chair, She was gowned in blue and
Victor Channlng has . her reddish hair caught a pretty glim-
been BO remiBs in his j mer from the fading light.
attentions to you It was evident she was listening to
lately." | the man who sat near. He was read-
the next day, and the office routine j spoke thus to John Dunha
went on for a time as usual. Hut, ; tones so that tne chauffeur might not
When it became necessary for Dunham hear:
to take a Stenographer to various I "Mr. Dunham, I can't begin to
places with him, Instead of takini: i thank you for your kindness to me In
Horton, as formerly, he would give j my business. On the day you first
first had felMn the thn,i£ht"7w has 1 .. And ,,<>(ore 1,1,5 Kirl I 'ng, holding his hook well up toward
capture of the outllw woulri estah ' ™ulrt< 1u«stl°n or prevent her, the the pane to catch the full force of the
ii.S hl t„ >1. ^ . keen-faced, cold-eyed woman of the waning light
llsh her In the eyes of the ranch hoys, world briskly read aloud the contents
Perhaps now they would be sorry of the note
they had laughed when she had aimed j it may as well be known by cer-
at a and had sent the bullet tHin fr|ends of Mr. Channlng that he
through the kitchen window 50 feet passes most of his afternoons in the
H J t f„ I',™'ternr." gHbled h<lu«e set a little back from — .u . ..
of Ling Wing, the ( hineso cook, the road at Dubois and Houston the hypercritical might have affirmed
Perhaps now they would stop ad- • streets. The young lady on whom j that she was a trifle too gay. Rut
vising her to shut her eyes when she he calls usually has her chair in the Ihen there were several of her ad-
pulled the trigger and trust to j midst, of palms and flowers that deco-j mirers present and a girl must per-
"What a beautiful girl! No wonder
Victor Channlng is infatuated!" com-
mented Mrs. Lancaster suavely.
Viola said never a word. But when
Victor Channlng called that evening
little back from , she was In excellent spirits. In l'act,
in low | chance. She was bringing in the des- j rate the bay window of the drawing j form her duties as host
perado as neatly as any man could
have done and she felt that she had
won her spurs.
But the afternoon sun shown down
hot and drying and she was glad in
f«2 ;m, extr* a,nount of work to do j gave me work I had almost given up {deed when some three miles from the
just i.erore the trip was to be made, j in despair. When you came into my j ranch she met Paul with an extra
ami request Miss Dane to accompany j office I was merely typewriting exer-
I rises I had had at school, so that 1
"MISS DANK, 1 PRESUME," HE SAID.
For a young man, James Horton
had a rather good insight into human
nature. Often, too, his gaze was re-
warded by seeing Dunham and Miss
Dane drive off in the car; and then,
with a rather enigmatical smile on
his face, he would go back to hia
work.
But the automobile trips did not
atop there. John Dunham, rather
shyly, too, for a man of such large
business affairs, had asked If he
might be allowed to call Thereafter
he became a constant visitor at the
i little nome on Northwest street, and
at least once a week Miss Dane and
her mother were treated to a spin
through the park or out Into the
country.
Before the deatn of Mr. Dane, the
family had been In easy circum-
stances. After his death, some of the
seemingly gilt-edge Investments had
turned out to be worthies ami the
family had been reduced, not to pov-
hut t
mount trailing behind. She flred in-
to the air to attruot his attention and
at the sound of the ahot he came gal
loping toward iier.
He came to a dead halt In front of
the outlaw and leaning over in the
saddle exchanged a few words with
him. His face was wreathed in smiles
as Dolly came galloping up to receive
her meed of praise and she rejoiced in
his very evident pleasure over her ac-
(ompllsiiment.
"I told you that I'd be a real West-
ern girl one of these days." she re-
minded proudly. "I think that oven
l)r. Denver Dick will admit that I
made a neat capture."
"It waa not a capture, but a con-
quest." declared the captive gallant-
ly. 'Since I had to be taken I am
proud to have had the honor of being
captured by so accomplished a deputy
JOKELETS
Wisdom of the Seer.
Young Lady—"Will the youug man
1 ant engaged to make a good hus-
band?"
Fortune Teller—"It's up to you to
make a good husband of him. All
might appear to be busy; and at the W. . .. , ,
same tin# 1 w*a wondering how much husbands are self-made,
longer 1 could affordto pay office rent I
and do no work Now. thanks to your
kindness. I have to employ a girl to
help me."
"You need not thauk me, Miss
Dane," he replied. "If you had not
had ability, no one woulu have em-
ployed you the second time."
"That may be true." she answered.
"but you helped thent to find out mv
ability."
Then John Dunham did what some
Extra Rent.
"I acidentally tore one of the cur-
tains this morning," said the roomer.
"What's to be done about It?"
"I'll tell the landlady." replied the
chambermaid, and she'll put It down
as extra rent."
Memory Refreshed.
"Father says every « me you call it
reminds him of his college days," con-
may call a rash thing. You may Judge . Aded the pretty girl.
for yourself. He leaned over and "J don't doubt It," replied the
whispered: "Don't you get tired of [ young man nervoualy. "I notice he
being dictated to. darling? How always revives the cane rush."
would you like to dictate to me for
Changed His Opinion.
For a moment she aat very atil! j Kva—'1 He used to say sho was the
Dunham could feel her hand tremble most graceul girl in town. What
In his. Then she seemed to brace her- changed his opinion?"
—If, and with Just a lltUe quaver In Katharine ' Why, ho came upon
03.
I unh«m wss'ne,'TI i'T"™" h'r„V^?: 'd like right her unexpectedly w'htli sh"e"'was7at"
uunnam was made welcome well, John, ' she murmured. i«i mrn from the ear."
room
"An anonymous letter. I'm posi-
tive!" cried Viola. Her eyes flashed
blue fire. "I'm astonished at your
paying attention to such a cowardly
screed. Aunt Marion!"
"Well, I though you ought to know
and now you do! Besides, even
though It isn't signed, 1 know the
writing, and believe In the sincerity
of the writer."
"Let me see the writing!"
Mrs. Venner promptly dropped the
letter Into the glowing grate fire, but
Viola caught a blimp so of the hand-
writing as the sheet curled, and she
bit her lip.
This was the doing of Clifford Ven-
ner— a ne'er-do-well relative of her
aunt's husband! Ever since Viola had
become an heiress In her own right
and had come to live with her aunt,
the one particular ambition of the
latter had been to arrange a marriage
between the girl and young Venner.
"I've ill wave considered Channlng
a tritler! My poor, misguided girl! if
you'd only appreciate real worth and
give CIlfT some hope -"
• I cannot. Aunt Marlon!" replied
Viola She spoke coldly. "Don't men-
tion the subject again. It Is quite out
of the question."
Out in the pungent, frosty air the
carriage bowled swiftly along. The
men on the box seat sat erect in atti-
tudes of stiff precision. The panels
shone, the crest gleamed, the harness
glittered and Jangled and the hoofs of
the well-groomed horses beat out crisp
measures on the roads anjl boulevards
that rang back to their prancing feet.
Hats were lifted everywhere along
the drive as they passed. But Viola
Doane mechanically acknowledged
salutations, was thinking less of her
recreation and her ever-changing
view than she was of the man who
had come into her life within the last
six months. ,
Not an unusually good-looking man
was this man whose picture was be-
fore her. She did not picture in him
one gifted with genius. But & man
of much force and courage swam be-
fore her eyes, one who. finding life
bitter, almost tragic, had persistently
sought for all that was aweete«t in It.
And whatever he gave, whether of
personal charm or intellectual ac-
quirement or moral vigor, he gave
with a generosity, a sanity, a whole-
heartedneas that made him a marked
man In a more or less laggered com-
munity.
"Look!" Mrs. Venner touched the
arm of her niece. The horses had
VIOLA.
Did she go deliberately past the
house In the window of which she
had seen Channlng reading aloud?
She did not know herself, so he
question will never be answered. At
any rate, on ore delicious, frosty
morning, cantering on her daily ride
in the park, she passed t. house, set
ivy clustering to the windows.
The wind from the north blew the
bright curls about her forehead, and
sent back in undulant, ripples the
iolds of her black broadcloth skirt
against the shining flanks of uer
horse And Victor Channlng, hurry-
ing down the steps, overcoated and
capped, thought he had never seen a
more charming picture, In the very
moment he recognized her.
"Quick! Take care!"
He leaped forward with a sharp
crj of warning. Around the corner
an automobile was coming in des-
perate haste. Bewildered, the girl
jerked the rein in such fashion as
practically to back her steed into the
path of the apparently uncontrollable
machine.
f,'"'ins, ?nd Channlng caught
the bridle and lunged the horse side-
ways nut in that moment of mus-
<'u rr triumph, he slipped—fell.
rlie men in the automobile stopped
their machine, jumped out ~ and
eame running back. Viola had slip-
ped from her horse and was bending
?ieP.*.hin?ln|f' Ju8t ,hen the door of
the ivied bouse opened, and a sweet-
fared, white-haired woman came
running down the steps.
"Bring hi in in here,'' she com-
manded. Bring him in here!w And
when they had done so. and a doctor
had been summoned, Viola went Into
the parlor where a girl lay back In a
long steamer chair. She glanced up
eagerly, turned shining brown eyes
on v iola, as the latter entered
the truth! May I hold your hand? Ah
-—now I know! And your name Is
Viola Doane? Victor has told me so
much of you! He says you are so good
and so beautiful: I wish—how I wish
I might see you!"
Suddenly shocked and cold, Viola
looked straight into the beautiful
hf Bel iyn.
Blind!" ahe whispered
not blind" 1
"Almost totally s0; But—do# t he
sotry for me! I've the dearest mothet
n the worn—and victor Is so good
O me. Hes iny half-brother, vou
^ read8 t0 "nd '*IU"ni«
nil that goes on In the great world
ar'; I'terttture of silence. Best of
all, he tells me about you! What—-
what is tuat on my hand? Vou vou
are not—crying?"
"Don't mind me. Go on."
sbie"?lmi.Ve." "V. •°/'!Ufh Of his valu-
able time to to helping me tnrir*t
Ami lie has told me how dearly he
loves you. but that-beeau.. volf.r!
speak" h "" - h" ' "froid to
It Was not the usually stately and
composed Miss Doane who stopped th#
phjslcian at the door it was a sin
entreating girl. * ■,,>•
e him?" Mv<'' A,,|J '
"Surely!" Ills keen >!, ce read
he secret of those dusk lllu, eves "
that quivering, crimson mouth "4
broken collarbone and s few srrstc..-
A narow escape, though. Yes
you may see him, but he careful H«'■
had a shock. I may add." he "0«ln-
ued qulnlcally, "that It would b.
dangerous to sav anythlnr un-
kind or disappointing to hint "
viola caught up the skirt of her
M P^Dk al l rose. «" ,.«=•
"I'll remember."
Smiling radiantly, nhe
"Y<*t are
ti
Ji_ 'he handle of'iiie l°brtry'djq/
slackened their nace to u walk. "Isn't a little back from the road.'wlth'the behind her ^"d—and closed the door
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