Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1894-08-23

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I on one hand, indeed"
Then let me be the little finger"
she said, shyly.
The sound of horses hoofs outside
made her withdraw her hand su uddenly,
and a frightened look came over her
face. Oliver picked up his riding
whip, bit his lower lip. and waited.
Mac, with a growl, SUNK up to his
masters heels. The door was flung
rudely open, and a man stepped in the
room. so overcome with anger he could
at first form no words-a little man,
with dark evil face, sunben eyes. and
long black beard. His corduroy suit
was dripping. and the hat he flung on
the table soaking wet He had the air
of one who had ridden fast in an evil
mood.
Are you keeping a hotel, Madame
de Restaud?" he hissed Truly this
is a very pleasant surprise for man"
THE gentleman asked shelter, Hen
ri" the girl said, trembling 'IIe lost
his way, and Louis would not tell him
how to find Lord Morris place"
You can of course give me the di-
rection,' Oliver said, courteously,
though his hand clinched the whip
handle tighter. Lord Morris told me
of your hunting exploits. thought
we should have met before this; but
Doctor John and are unsociable sort
of men and don't go about much"
THE road you came, straight down
two miles, turn to the left said De
Restaud coldly. MY man has your
mare ready"
Thanks. Mrs. de Restaud, you
nave shown true western hospitality.
shall always remember it. Good
night"
He could not look at that shrinking
6gure, with its frightened eyes.
"Good-by," shs said, sadly. " hope
you will find your road"
As he closed the door he heard her
give cry of pain, as If she had been
rudely seized, and he almost stopped,
then went hastily down the steps He
wished one Of the ruffians dismount-
ing before the porch would speak TO
him; he would have liked to silence
him. No one spoke, however. Even
Louis led the mare up in silence. OIL
yer looked her over as he mounted,
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cantered Off:
81 trust you and l will meet again,
my civil friend"
The gate was open, so he went easily
past all pitfalls and, the mare being
rested, in short time he saw the light
from his own cabin, and with an odd
sense of comfort, too. A lost, homeless
man is pitiful object the world over.
Mike rushed QUE to take the mare; he
was just going to look for him; the
doctor had worried. But Oliver, with
out word, went into the house. He
went to his cigar box, lit a cigar, then
stood before his own hearth with q
queer air of possession. 1t was just as
he thought. There sat DIR. John In
that ridiculous Powered dressingEow
and embroidered cap, with his eternal
pipe, as unconcerned as possible.
Back at last, old man?" said DIR.
John, cheerily. "We were getting
worried about YOU"
Thanks" growled Oliver.
1--WE waited supper" continued the
other. little. elderly man, with
bright blue eyes. close-cut gray hair
and long gray beard. mike was
bound to go for you"
And you to prevent him." sneered
Oliver.
"Wen. / did think 1t nonsense.
Where could he look? Let's eat"
81 am not hungry. I had supper"
"Where?"
"At house." Oliver answered,
briefly, as Mike entered with the sup
per things. However, he sat down and
found himself eating heartily.
Neither man spoke, DIR. John being
used to divers moods. The meal over,
they sat before the fire. Oliver took a
cigar, while DIR. John lit his pipe.
81 was at the summit of Sisty's peak
to-day" said Oliver, after ii long ST.
lence.
"Ah?" interrogatively from DIR. John.
81 followed an antelope-a splendid
shot, the best I've had n big buck"
TOO bad you did not bring it, We're
out OF meat"
But / did. | know you" Oliver
smiled. "rhe evidence is on my sad
die"
There's butcher-shop at Park
ville." said DIR. John, meditatively.
els there?" said Oliver. indifferently.
81 was not that way had supper at
De Restauds"
"The crazy Frenchman's? Honestly,
Craig?"
~ give you my word. His wife Is
sweet little woman"
"They NIL are to you, my boy. Your
weakness. You don't say!-at De
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over 1t. Actually got in his housed
Why, they say he is the very devil. You
were lucky you didn't lose your life In
stead of your way"
Craig looked into the fire He thought
OF the little girl in the yellow gown.
How plainly he remembered even the
bangles, the Skye terrier, the dimple In
her cheekl perhaps he had lost his
heart.