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THURSDAY, APRIL 28th, 1921.
BLUE
MOON
Talc of the
Flataood*
By DAVID ANDERSON
(OopyrtsM br tb* Bo tab*-Merrill Ooapasr)
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He Studied the Eyes Back of the Re
volver.
He frowned in an Effort to think of
something else to say. But all he could
think of*vas: “Don't cry,” and that
didn’t seem to do any good. He was
thinking some very uncomplimentary
things about his clumsy and awkward
self, when she looked up. The man
stared. She was laughing—a nervous
little laugh right through the tears.
The laugh astonished him more than
the tears, but it was an immense re
lief to him, just the same.
“My, isn't it silly for me to carry on
like this! And over nothing!”
“Nothing!”
“Well, hardly anything.”
“And you weren’t afraid?”
“Not with —you here."
The half-hesitating statement
pleased the man—pleased him im
mensely.
“And you’re not afraid now?"
“Only that they might find you. Why
should I he?”
y “Then —I must follow him.”
I He rose from the Sofa. Hat he had
■ none —It was tramped to rags in the
dust and dirt of the village under the
wide reaching limbs of the oak —but
he began hitching together the strips
and tatters of his blouse.
The girl sprang up and faced him.
“You! Why, you ran hardly stand."
“We must find out whether he goes
back to the village or down to Fallen
Rock. Everything depends on know
ing that.”
He made a step toward the door.
She got before him.
“I’ll go.” ; *
“You 1”
“Why not? I know the woods, and
they're safer for me than you Just
now.”
She was at the door of the kitchen
before he could stop her, her haste
the greater, perhaps, because she
knew he would st<vp her. He reached
her arm just as she raised the latch.
“No—l It’s my place!”
“It’s your place to stay right here
and gain strength for your big plan
tonight. Why, it’s only a little ten
mlcfiite run —and I know every bush
and tree.”
His plan! Everything depended on
it—on his being able to carry it
through. He could not move till the
time came, and that would be when
the dark came. It would ruin every
thing to be seen too soon. And yet
he must know which way the man
went. Much depended on whether he
fed his horse now, or went on to the
village and came back after night to
feed him. The Pearlhunter hesitated,
wavering between a very keen and un
spoiled chivalry and a very insistent
expediency.
“If he should —catch you!”
She laughed merrily.
“Not even you could catch me in
the woods.”
She flung open the door. He
stretched forth his arm.
“No, no! I can’t—”
But she was gone.
CHAPTER XII.
Box Twenty-Three.
The Pearlhunter stood in the kitchen
door, feeling no little disgrace, and
watched the lithe form of the girl dart
in among the bushes that lined the
cliff where it looped east, enclosing
the little pocket of level woods where
the cabin stood. He saw her stop
suddenly. She stood listening a mo
ment ; came flying bock.
To the question on his face she an
swered closing the door and mo;
tinning him lnt the main room Mid to
the window by the sewing table. A
small boy came whistling wp tire path.
“It's the grandson of the good old
storekeeper I bold you about,” she
whispered.
They both laughed as she priced
him toward the curtains, laughed
though it irked the man no little to go
Into hiding at the sound of every foot
step—in a girl’s room at while
she stood guard.
“Ask him about the hunt today,” he
whispered. “And above all, ask him
if he met a man.”
She nodded and pulled the curtains
close. The next moment she had
opened the door.
“Well, Billy! Glad to see you. Come
right in.”
Billy did come In. But Billy wasn’t
speaking. Through the little gnp in
the curtain the Pearlhunter could see
him standing Just inside the door. Billy
was by no means a prepossessing
youngster—barefooted, thin shinned,
very decidedly pigeon-toed. His sharp
little face was elaborately and pic
turesquely freckled. There were
freckles enough for a big face, and
Billy’s face was small, so small that
some of the freckles had to stand up
edgeways to find room. But his eyes,
in the midst of their speckled sur
roundings. looked out sharp and bright
from under his frazzled straw hat.
They were very busy just then in tak
ing down, one by one, every feature of
the room, from wall to wall, from car
pet to loft joists.
The girl closed the door, put an arm
about the slim little mite under the
ragged hat and led him to the big easy
chair —the stricken old man’s chair
near the middle of the room; brought
the smaller rocking chair from her
sewing table and sat down by him.
The little fellow tried to lean back
in the big chair. It was far too deep.
He sat up straight, swinging his feet,
and continued his methodical survey
of the room.
“How in the world did you ever find
your way, Billy, out here in the
woods?”
The sharp little eyes looked his
companion over —coolly; a tiny shade
contemptuously.
“Huh! That wusn’t nothin’.” His
voice was thin and sharp like his face;
high like the peaked crown of his
rusty hat.
“Did your grandpa send you?”
“Uh-huh! I brung y’u a letter,
Gran’pa tends t’ th’ post office now.
The ol’ postmaster had a stroke night
b’fore last, an’ hain’t knowed nothin’
since. So gran’pa tends to it.”.
He unbuttoned the bosom of his
waist, drew out a letter and handed it
over.
“Air you Box 23?”
“I—yes—l guess so,” was the
startled answer as she took the letter.
“Huh! That’s a funny name—fer a
girl.”
But she was too bnsv with the let
ter to notice the remark. It was ad
dressed in a very hold and legible
hand: Box 23, Buckeye, Ind. The
postmark site could not be sure of. It
appeared to be Vincennes, but some of
the letters were too dull to read with
certainty.
“IS that your r’volver?”
There was not much chance to read
letters —or do anything else —with a
youngster like that in the house.
“Yes. Have they found that man
that escaped from jail last night?”
“Naw! An’ I hope they don’t. I
met that timber buyin’ feller on the
way down here.” He came near the
girl’s chair. "If they’s anybody I hate,
it’s him. Gran’pa says”—he leant
nearer, and spoke low —"he kills peo
ple ! Gee! but I wus skeered when I
saw him a-comin’ down th’ road 1 He
wus awful mad. an’ a-swearin’ to hls
self. He slashed at me with a switch.
But I ducked, an’ cut dirt, an’ shinned
over th’ fence. When I looked back
he was a-goin’ on toward town, an’ I
streaked it through th’ woods lickety
split.”
The very Information she had been
about to venture forth into the woods
to acquire.
“How is your grandma today?”
“Oh, she’s well ag’in. She cooks
lots of things now. She fried me
some screw-cakes yisterd'y.”
He was gone —“lickety-split."
The girl closed the door, laughing
softly, and turned toward the curtains.
The Pearlhunter was Just coming
through them. "It couldn't have
turned out better,” he said. “The
dark, one stroke more, and things will
take a turn.”
“That stroke!” She was very
thoughtful, her eyes searching the side
of his face toward her. “You speak
of it lightly: but so you spoke of that
dreadful fight with the mob.”
He sat still a long time.
“I don’t know why I shouldn’t tell
you,” he said at last. “The only rea
son I didn’t was to save you the
thought of It. But a girl like you—l’d
ask no better backin’ in a tight place.”
Her face lighted.
"Then why not take me with you?”
He started, turned his slow eyes
toward her. A moment he studied
her, and then shook his head.
“No” —the word seemed * final. “It
won’t do for a girl—a lady—to hear
what will have to be heard tonight;
and see what will have to be seen.”
Her eyes dropped; so did his. They
both met at the same focus —the letter
In her hand. She passed it to him. He
turned it over and over, looked at the
address, the postscript, and handed it
back.
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'
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