The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-03-03

/ gagged TO a woman at the Back Settle
I ments. Now. do you wonder why / lured
I him down here and told you Of our meet
. ing-place, ] wanted 10 see him jailed-to
I repay scOrn for sc0rn-tO make him suf-
I fer as we suffered"
The sheriff surveyed her with a curios
/ smile. she sac on the log idly tracing
I a pattern IN the soft moss with the point
I Of her parasol. so that was H." he said.
quietly Well it's a lie I've known
/ Pete since he was a boy. and ne never
+ lied TO a friend or fOrgave an enemy.
f Your name was on his lips when I knitted
Z him; and now he's dying you ought 20 be
the miserablest woman in the Four Cor
ners. for it's all your work.
Her cheeks blanched slightly as she
realized the evil her ungovernable temper
and mischief had brought 10 Slim Pete.
/ But, with feminine Inconsistency. there
was a glad light in her eyes also. He had
not been untrue 10 her after all Are
+ you sure he'll die?" she asked.
The sheriff roughly shook off her en-
treating touch.
III he don't die at my hands. he dies
a the hands of the law for killing Tim
Der Jake last year You know whose work
that was Doc. Dickinson says he can't
last more'n a couple OF days" He looked
at her savagely again, and then glanced
despairingly round on the soft beauty OF
the scene. ITO think he's got to leave
all this through you and mew he said
slowly, his stolid nature stirred to depths
of bitterest grief. "AIl through you and
me. The cleverest little cuss in the world
settled by his best friend and his best
girl"
She did not notice his vehemence. but
slowly sat down again as if thinking out
the situation I'm all its hideous reality.
VIII you take him "A message from
me?' she asked Say I'll come to him to-
morrow evening. I'd come tonight. on
L. Na
going to do. She scrubbed a few lines on
a slip Of paper and handed it to the
sheriff. Give him that" and before the
sheriff could protest she had glided away
into the cool depths of the Bush.
That evening Slim Pete lay languidly
watching The Warehouses" who sat at
little table by his bedside. Something
tickled him hugely as he crumpled up Miss
Stimson's note and took a cooling drink
from THE Warehouses" He was too
weak to lift it to his lips but she quietly
supported him, watching his every move
ment her own poor eXpressionless eyes
somewhat tnfamed through want of
sleep and unremitting exertion on behalf
of this handsome scapegrace.
Go to sleep" she said. her task accom-
plished, and speaking in her customary
woodeny, expressionless voice. Go to
sleep. or youll get wandrin again. and
calm me Semprona"
ufu hi lllt lamp Il NUE. lNlDtIlOuSlN
said Slim Pete. I'm not sleepy tonight.
Warehouses, suppose we talk about-oh.
about Sempronia, commonly known as
Miss Stimson."
THE Warehouses" made a gesture of
dissent. but Slim Pete smiled at her elo-
quently, and she turned up the lamp.
"Twon't make any difference" he said.
I've only a few more hours to live. Old
Doc Dickinson told me so to-day, Mar
chioness."
Again she shook her head.
ION, it's true. Bring your chair up and
listen"
1.-The Marchioness" brought her chair
nearer to the he'd
when mans going home" said Pete,
hes got lot of things to think of. I'm
going home, Neutrality-suspicious. TO the
graveyard beside the creek there Going
to lie in the eternal silence till I'm called
to Judgment, and take my chances with
worse men than I've been. ] killed Tim
Der Jake, who once was a friend of mine,
through a row about her and he'd sworn
to kill me on sight They call it muir
der down here"
i've heard it was fair fight" said
THE Marchioness" soothingly
Il never yet went back on a friend nor
/ broke my word to a woman" Slim Pete
declared. staring straight up at the cell
ing as If tracing his past life on its white
/ surface 81 spose that's the reason my
/ own friends killed me, helped by the wo-
man who swore she loved me. I don't
blame the sheriff; he couldn't helf him
/ self; she could, or why did she tell me he
was out of the way, and then let him set
a trap for me. ] could have got away il
/ her arms hadn't chung to my neck What
would YOU do to such woman, Mar
/ chioness2" He laughed but there was a
terrible expression of hatred and re-
4 venge in his burning eyes.
THE Marchoness" showed little emo
ton Il knew she was a bad un," she
said, briefly.
Precisely. Matchioness." returned the
invalid, still seeing patterns on the cell
ing. you have summed up the situa-
/ ton with characteristic truth What
made you look after me so carefully"
THE Marchioness" paused a moment
| you're a bad 'un too"
Slim Pete's eyes came down from the
ceiling and he laughed. i've been more
sinned against than SHINING; but that's
what everyone says on death-bed Are
you aware Warehouses, that when a
man has been tricked he naturally de-
sires to get even with the person who
trcked him."
THE Marchioness' thought of the chop
per episode and nodded affirmatively.
I've been tricked by one woman. and
yet 1 trust you. Marchioness." His eyes
blazed angriy at her. win you do what
l want?'
Yes" said The Warehouses" in her
customary wooden way. III says it I
does it
can you writer"
"A little" replied The Marchioness,"
doubtfully.
And spell?"
81 like to spell my own way" reluct-
antly admitted Miss Waters
VERY well then. Get some paper and
ink. Where's Miss Stimson's letter?'
Here" said The Warehouses" tax
ing it from the bed. as a faint flush of
color rose in her sallow checks.
Read it," said the invalid restlessly.
CHAPTER III
THE Warehouses" took the little scent
ed note and tried to decipher an impas-
stoned plea for forgiveness. The widow $
name was freely used by Miss Stimson
as an excuse for her premeditated treach-
cry. I have been made" read The
Warehouses" mo. 1t isn't made its
mad l have been mad, but to prove my
love for you 1 will marry you on your