Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1896-01-17

"iTis a ue," she oriod. "Gn tnfdmv"
says It as shouldn't, cause ho had behaved
handsome And when man behaves
handsome to me, Mss, dye SEQ, likes to
behave handsome to him" And so no went
ON cntangling himself in the outskirts Of
his yarn jibhing from the pith Of 1t with
the elaborate perycrsity which is the nd
mircd style VI tho forocastlo.
And nil the whilo ho staggered ON Lu.
clio listened, brcathless, with burning eyes.
between dread and anger
And Curtis stood mOtionlcss, waiting for
the fall OF tho blow that he could not SEQ
his way 10 prevent
WhntY says l." pursued the seminar,
coming Mt last within difficult distance Of
his catastrophe " Whatr SAYS to him
ms were telling me Asked him to marry
hcrY Yes says no, asked hlinr Well
says |, don't doubt ynu sinro you was
there, but 'tain't what I'd hive done my.
self, knowing what know, but women
has strange :nncics, and no ofronse to
you miss And he took her nj last, says
him MS told me, and Captain Dunk, as
were drinking with mo, was by and heard
him. And was they married. says /, bo.
Ing wishtb' 80 know They were, says
he, and by tho mayor within the hour
And was 1t all rCEularY says |. AS rig.
ulnr as the stars, says he, being n bit OF a
scholar, though scafuring uinn. Them
were his words, and Captain DUNK, us 1
wnro treating ut the time, Uan speak to
en- So BHrochol took her homo. as |
snw with my owD eyes, being there on
business, and, you mny tnke 1t from mo,
you have no call To be- anxious about Tho
lady. There's not ono hCrcabout nor for
Il
ON Faruchol's prsicrty."
His yarn boiling done no cleared bis
throat and spat with modest satisfaction
at his delicate performance OF the task.
For timo that was the only sound that
broke the silence till Curtis at last, feel
ing 1t past endurance. looked up. Luuics
excitement had plainly increased md,
fearing to look ut her, his glance passed
on and met her brothers steadily.
Is this true, slr'" asked Aymon.
Curtis bowed his head In assent, finding
nothing to say that could make things
better. His self oOntrol-which, indeed,
lac had boon hngd pushed to preserve
seemed to madden poor Lucille, for then 1t
WAS she burst out upon him
"'Tis lie" sho cried. ian infamyl
You accuse woman Of having married
her husbands murSioror-rcdhande
save her wretchud liio You accuse my
fathers wlfo OF that"
So those were tho first words sho ever
spoke 10 him-to give him the lilo In rage
Hc grew pnlc, for now he was In n rage
himself; but, like most men who practice
cavalier calmuess against tho world. for
moro vnniiy's snke he would not give IL
rein He bowed his head again and set
his lips, continuing to look at her brother
who stood flushed md nervous, but plain
ly excited against him.
"AyniOn," she cried, turning to him to
end the silence that had followed her out
burst "will you stand and hear your
mother dctamedt"
You hoard your sisters words sir, {"
said Curtis, quick and low. to keep hIs
voice In control do understand you
inlorse thelnf"
My sisters words arc mine sir" no
answered with y pretty good countenanco
anu with that ho drew lis sword.
"Oh, that Is not tho way" Curtis In.
tcrrupted These things must not DO done
In heat or before ladies'"
Poor Lucilei Ii hnrt her TO tho hcnrt
to SEQ her brother cut SO sorry figure
Sho teit aeutely tho dignity he iust In SUI.
lorlng thnt robukr, and the worst was shu
hal TO own how correctly tho loutannnt
was behaving and how fine his tlomcnnor.
II was In yrry humilintinf contrast 10 Az.
mon, standing nwkwardly with his bara
blndc. nc loss what to say or do But
waan the bog answered she could recover
q littlo,
WHOM md whore you will, sir" ha
said bethinking lin of his sisters 70
nlanccs
There will be time ut daybrcak. 4" CurtI,
answered, "beinru the buat comes. viii
the sands please you for plncesp
Aymon bowed, not u little relieved. poor
lad, at tho respite.
TIN thcn, SIR" Curtis wont on. "wo
VIII not intrude further upon your pri.
yany" -
Without another word no saluted Az.
mon and bowed profoundly TO Lucille, ana
so, baokonlng Duokot TO follow. no wont
out
CHAPTER XIII.
BUTCHER oF a SILK HUTTON"
A devil Of a lady, said Ducket IA soon