The Press., 1896-07-16

they find outlwho am, it's the penl tentiary for life However, can stand it till Thursday night"-
 "And then?'
 "Thenr' His arm stole toward her caressingly. For moment their lips met Don't you understand?' he asked passionately. "I can't ! anything till I've got clear. I'm OH my parole.
 The girl understood. Her eyes famed brightly back at his. She whispered something softly to him. and he nodded a pleased assent. Beware of the sher- iff," she added. "He means to pick quarrel with you directly you re out. On Thursday night I will have the horse ready saddled for you at the back. He's gentle enough with me. Ride up to the springs, change your things. leave the horse there, and catch the Ottawa boat Then get across the border as soon as you can. Take this (she thrust a pile of dollar notes into his hands) and this. It's loaded ill every chamber. If the sheriff tries to stop you, kill him. "
 She touched his temple gently, where the resultant scar from the sheriff s blow still remained, and hastily went back into the hall as that public functionary zealously came toward her. Delilahlike, she smiled upon him until he was in a seventh heaven of delight. When the in spector came on Wednesday morning, accompanied by Little John Baines, Le- lota detained the latter with pout. "What do you want to go into the jail for?" she asked.
 II ain't noways sure about this yer tramp" answered the sheriff dubiOusly. "P'raps the inspector may know some thing of him. I've often wondered whether he was one of Bud Appleton s gang"
 Lelota laughed carelessly. "Oh, if you prefer his society to mine, John Baines, go. You won't get much good out of him, though"
 "Jest about as much good as he'll get out of me, said the sheriff grimly.
 "He's laid up with the colicky pains this morning." merrily continued Le- lota. "Dad was with him half the night. Now he's asleep"
 "Stummiks is a rum thing" said the sheriff thoughtfully, with an involun- tary care for that somewhat inelegant portion of his own huge frame. "It's most time got some one about me who kin cook.
 "Men take good deal more care of them than their hearts," said Lelota saucily.
 "You bet they do when you're any ways round," returned the sheriff, l Ivy as his fist.
 At this moment the inspector came into the room. "A very admirable con dition of things, MT. Grey," he said cheerfully. ''I wouldn't t keep your COWS in the jailyard, though. if were you. The prisoners might milk them.
 "Our prisoners don't care much for milk" urged Lelota brightly. "They prefer something less innocent. "
 The inspector bowed. II am afraid, Miss Grey, if you were in charge the jail would soon be filled to overflow ing"
 My, inspector, but that's real pret- ty," said tho gratified sheriff, taking il as a personal compliment
 "Ah, MT. Sheriff, <" said the inspect or, 'now I understand why you didn't spend much of your time searching fo' Bud Appleton.
 The sheriff turned purple. "I'll have him yet" he said. "How's your tramp gittin on, Grey?'
 "The pains have sorter abated," an swered Grey benevolently. "He nearly wrastled through the roof at first, all or l oF ho h. L. C., ner. Cucumbers ain't in the list of diet I thought he'd fancy one, but it didn't fancy him."
 "Waal, l must be goin," said tho sheriff. "Grey. will you lend me tha black horse of yours on Friday mornin He looks a dangerous brute.' ''
 'I've made bad bargain" said tho jailer. "He's powerfully fond of tha tramp, but nobody else 'cept Lelota car do anything with him.
 "What?" asked the sheriff, with sup pre- ed excitement.
 "He;s been doctOring the horse anC playing with it, said Lelota cheerfully "Please don't say anything about it il tho report. yt's bad enough to have in nocent COWS in jail without putting { horse there to keep them company.
 If the sheriff had any suspicious ht kept them to himself At dusk ol Thursday night, however, he loungeC up to the jail and Lelota, from an up per window, noticed that Constable Wrong and another man loitered witl conspicuous aimlessness in front. Lelots smiled grimly to herself, flew dowr stairs and heard the sheriff's voice il the next room. The butt of his revolver Carelessly projected from light over coat thrown over a chair ill the hall. The girl instantly took possession of it, and listened at the half open door. "Thar's strong suspicious about he's Bud Appleton, though the printed de- scriptions say Bud ain't no beard, " said the sheriff, Ian I've got a warrant tc rearrest him as soon as he comes out. That talk of yourn about the horse put me up to it. That horse, jailer, is Bud Appleton 5, an knew him agin. Where's LelOta?'
 up stairs" said the jailer. "Waal, waal, don believe it. He's the dear. est man to work I've ever had ir charge, an was jest beginnin to make some impression on his soul. " ''Like did on his body" said the sheriff. "I'm pretty sure we've got oul man this time. Is'pose he'll be out d'reckly."
 Lelota slipped away to the back dool where the horse stood waiting. The tramp caught her in his arms and kissed her once, twice, thrice, passionately.
 "QuickP she cried. "QuickI The sheriff's coming I'll cover you."
 The tramp staid irresolutely. "PC like to settle accounts with him."
 "I'll do that," the girl implored. "QuickI As you love me-goI"