Iron County register., 1893-12-07
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about anyone I-kks"
They were very close to the parlor
door and to each other. He bent over
her bright face, it's eyes glowing softly
through suspicious moisture, and
Well, it was perhaps fortunate that
Miss Bessie had been correct in her.
statement: '.The coast is clear"
Carolyn Clay was pacing her self-im-
posed prison very restlessly when the
pair entered.
81 thought you would never come" {"
she cried, impatiently, to the man.
'sWell, are we ready at last2 Can go
to-night?''
eyes," he replied, promptly; '.to-
night"
"Then you have heard from-him?"
She dropped her eyes. and her color
heightened at the question, but she
eagerly grasped the paper he held out
for answer.
Swiftly her eye ran over it once and
again. Then she seized the large
shovel, thrusting it between the CRATE
bars far into the glowing Goals. And
once more she fell to studying the let
ter, her companions looking on in some
wonderment.
LOU oAAC <lNohCo AhSAACCs
| abruptly. ''You see what he means?''
Vaguely, only. Carroll and l are
| both at sea for the full meaning-for
the reason of writing to him."
For answer Miss Clay drew the shovel
from the Goals, striking the dust from
| it and folding newspaper smoothly over
it. Then she pressed the letter firmly
down upon the hot surface.
Come" she said, briefly. ''Read be-
| tween the lines"
And all three watched eagerly as the
| wide blank spaces began to fill with
faint red characters, rapidly changing
| to dark brown as they read:
'sThe river is patrolled, but both
| banks are clear. Lose no time. A freeze
might delay you for days. Pete will re-
| cross Friday night. Your escort is
watched-haf suspected. Too many
passes asked. Get another driver-one
| less familiar. God,speed and guard your
There was dead silence as Miss Clay
slowly removed the paper, the mystic
characters gradually fading out as it
| cooled. Then she said, calmly:
'If you are suspected, the risk is too
great. Who else, that you trust, knows
the road?"
81 must drive you, Miss Clay" the
| youth answered, with chivalric modesty
contrasting strangely with his boyish
pettiShncss shown below. ut is my
right and plighted privilege. Old Pete
will do more for me than for any man;
and fear no risk
| cit is 4 double risk she replied, de-
cisively-"equally for me as for your
| ct1 Can
trust no one?"
Carroll Meredith, perhaps. No, he
is well known; those suspecting me
would shadow him also" he began,
thoughtfully. He pondered moment
deeply, n smile, strange at such a mo-
ment, passing once or twice across his
lips before he asked, suddenly:
"You will go, unquestioning, with
anyone send, no matter how singular
my choice?"
''With any you can trust" she an
swered, calmly.
ST trust this one, Us 1 would myself, y
he replied. BE ready at three o'clock
the moon is down then. Dawn to-mor,
row will see you well on the way to lib,
erty and home"
"You are true, good friend, Mr.. Nc
Kee," the woman answered, feelingly.
''God lznows-though cannot say-how
1 thank you! will be ready at three -
She held out her hand. ''Is this good.
by?"
mo; only au revoir, think. I will
see you again, most probably"
He was at the front door again. But
had the debt of obligation been ter
times as heavy, Mckee would have felt
it paid in full by the tone in which an
other voice whispered, after hurried
conference in the hall:
''Such a novel idea! And so good OF
you to trust me, Willie! God speed and
prosper you, brave-dear boy!"