The Arkansaw traveler., 1889-04-20
CHAPTER XII.

I stepped out on the gallery and was closing the door, when Luzele bade me wait a moment. She followed me. One moment the blaze of the lamp was yellow and dull in the lghtning's vivid glare, and then all was dark for the wind had blown the yellow blaze away.
 'Mr Burwood," she said, in a voice of uneven tones, ''you must leave here at once-you must not attempt to anybody. The Savelys strain ing every to find you. Oh, what an awful night! But the consequences of your staying here !" she quickly added, "would be more awful than facing storm ten times worse than this. T." she seemed 10 be struggling with herself-"I know that you are not coward. Iought-but go now, please. Take Fred's horse and gallop away with the storm Although it is fierce now, 1t will sink into a sigh where the mOonbeams light up the dim ples of smiling water. But what am l talking about! Please go, this minute, MT. Burwood. Don't listen to me- for sometimes would talk non- sense even if the house were fire"
 Il have no desire to meet Boyd Savely, even if 1 were armed and surely should be fool to seek him in my present condition unarmed and almost exhausted. will go away. Will you please bring my valise?"
 She hastened away soon returning with the valise. l thought that felt her hand upon my arm, but flash of light showed me that she was gone.
 Once more l was the turnpike, not dragging my weary way along, but flying almost with the swiftness of the wind. 1 had turned toward the ridge and was soon bounding ur the steep "dirt road" The storm had increased in violence, and rolling along the rugged gorges, was deeper and angrier in it's roar. A tree snapped, crashed and fell across the road in front of me- The horse stopped, snorted and stood still. was at the Devils Elbow, and when the vivid lightning came again l saw the spout spring pouring out a stream of fire. The horse picked his way through the wav- ing Clap" of the tree and then dashed onward. The top of the ridge was soon gained, and now my progress was slower, for the road was heavy with mud. l had not given my journeys end 8 mo- ment's thought; fancy's quick pencil had not even drawn misty outline of the end of this wild ride, but now l began to awake to the importance of making some sort of draft of my future intentions and soon settled upon the advisabilty of avoiding thickly populated communities, for was not only fleeing from the wrath of the SAveys, but was a fugitive from called justice, escaped prisoner for whom reward would undoubtedly be offered. Tne storm began to abate, it's full grown fury seeming to have forced its dreadful company upon me nc farther than the summit of the ridge. As it not safe to follow the road, turned aside into the woods and let the horse select his own way. Sometimes the hanging loop of grape vine almost dragged me from the saddle. and sometimes a saw brier gave merciless raking, but after a while the horse struck path and slowly followed it. soon came to small clearing, and, little farther on, the gleaming of light revealed the where abouts of a human habitation A feeling of thank fulness arose within me when a trembling beam came out from that light and fell upon my loneli- ness, but a shudder drove the thankfulness away, tor 1 realized that l was an outcast, hunted by desperate men and by officers of the law. The horse showed strong inclination to go to the house. My inclination was just as strong, for