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

A thrill OF excitement ran through The
Warehouses DO passive nature. She peered
into the darkness again. Three or four
men stood round PROSTATE figure. which
they essayed TO lift. but which slipped
from their grasp and rolled Imply back
on the grass, where % lay quite still
A meek white moon struggled family
over the tops Of the trees. and cast a
Pickering. uncertain light on the group.
"Iu lift his head" said the sheriff you
take his heels. Wright; Jim Cass. you run
over TO git Doc. Dickinson"
The men bore their limp burden into
the hail. and let 20 slip in the same ex-
presslonless way on the floor. Blood ran
from wound in the mans side. His
handsome face was sickly white, the long
black curls which hung round making
% paler than IL really was. And still
that thin red stream welled up from the
wound and ran across the floor.
Tho Marchioness" put down the can
die Lift him on that sofy." she com
manded authoritatively.
She left the hail. and speedily returned
with water and some linen bandages
one of the men undid Slim Pete's white
shirt. The Warehouses gave a little
gasp as she saw the gaping wound caused
by the sherims bowie. Don't touch
him. she said almost fiercely, as that
worthy approached to survey his work
Leave him to me-
Slim Pete opened his eyes, and family
raised himself on one elbow. A shade of
disappointment swept over his face, as
he saw the limp, lean Warehouses.
well. sheriff. be said, good humoredly.
Got mo al last? 1t wasn't fair fight
in the dark"
You're so slippery" the sheriff said,
alphabetically, TO his prisoner. Il had TO
Irr.FF haar off
again"
The prisoner made a sign to every one
except the sheriff and THE Marchioness"
TO retire. Come here he said. family.
to the former. sheriff, there's no call
toto mention names in this little scrim-
mage. If I peg out it's all right; if
don't. you can prove you caught me round
the settlement, and arrested me for shoot
ing Timber Jake last year on sight"
But" said the sheriff, confusedly,
"how about the girl? She sent me word
you was to meet her at Stinson's bush,
and I lowed to catch you thar"
Slim Pete looked at the sheriff with
hay scorn i'm his handsome eyes.
You're dreaming, sheriff. he edd.
Dreaming. There's no girl in this~1us-
mess, so none of your darned foolish
ness A nice thing II would be for any
girl afterwards il it was known she had
given me into your bloodthirsty hands"
A dawn of comprehension shown in the
sherif's face. He and Slim Pete had been
old friends before one became sheriff
and the other shot Timber Jake. He
nodded IAN right Pete" he said.
Thar warn't no girl there"
The other gripped his wrist. For sure,
old man." he said, anXiously.
For sure" answered the sheriff fol-
lowing up his cue. Twas such dark
night IL mout ha' been a ghost or a dead
tree ] took for slim"
shut up" said Slim Pete. This lady
here doesn't want to hear any more of
your lies"
THE. Marchioness" nodded affirmative
~. and motioned the sheriff to leave the
room. As the doctor did not come, she
made her patient comfortable with pill
lows. gave him something cooling to
drink shaded the light, and told him to
so to sleep.
what's your name?" asked the captive,
with "a groan.
THE Marchioness" struggled to remem-
her ELLEN Waters" She said at last
"Thev call me "The Warehouses"
Permit me to thank YOU, Miss Waters,
for your eXertions on my behalf. IS
there watch in my waistcoat? Bring
Il here"
"The Marchionoss" brought 1t TO him,
after fumblng about among his clothes
I'm the semi-darkness Here it is" she
said. wonderingly.
Come "A little nearer" said Slim Pete.
"The Marchiouess" obeyed.
Slim Pete threw the long chain of the
watch over her scraggy neck. That's
for YOU" he said, and sank back uncon-
scious.
THE Marchioness" felt a strange thrill
of pleasure at the touch of the gold
chain on her neck as she FASTENED to re-
vive her eccentric charge Then, she
shaded the light again, and laid down on
the floor beside her patient and went to
sleep.