The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1897-11-12

outside. She sprang up and ran to
| window. Not seeing her daughter on
the veranda, she screamed, and almost
through the hall and reached the front
door. Then, looking in the direction of
the gate, she saw Mrs. Walters emerge
| from the rose-bushes and come slowly
| towards her.
Don't be frightened, mamma" she
| cried, seeing her mother. HE did not
| touch me-" In moment Mrs. Round
tree was by her side, but so excited that
she could not speak. 81 really did have
narrow escape, though" continued Mrs.
Walters. ''You see now what missed
by not carrying the revolver. think I
could have hit him before he got away"
ooh, what was it? What do you
mean?" gasped Mrs. Roundtree, throw
ing her arms about her daughter.
Mrs. Walters twisted herself from.
the embrace and pointed to round hole
in the sleeve of her wrapper. "See
that?" she said, with cold, calm smile.
1--WE been shot at. AS was gathering
these roses (she still held them in her
handy 81 heard a report and felt some
thing touch my sleeve lightly. At the
corner of the lawn, just this side of the
trees, saw man and puff of smoke.
He was about to shoot again, but, see
ing me looking, he ran into the woods.
I suppose he is out of reach by this
| time"
''Come into the house, quick!" cried
Mrs. Roundtree, drawing her along fore
IDLY. ''He will shoot us!"
Mrs. Walters impatiently drew her
self from her mothers arms.
81 shan't be a coward, if you are" she
said, sharply. Don't you know if you
run from people of that kind they will
be all the more apt to pursue you? Be-
sides, he is gone. Do you suppose he
would wait to be arrested after firing
a revolver here in open daylight"
They had reached the steps of the
veranda, and Mrs. Roundtree drew her
into the house. James and Jane were
standing, wide-eyed and frightened, in
the hall.
''Close the door, quick, james," Mrs.
Roundtree screamed, following her
daughter into the library.
Leave it open. Do you want to
smother US" asked Mrs. Walters, pout-
ingly. Mother, I am ashamed of you.
There is not particle of danger, and I
am no baby"
James, telephone to my husband
and Mr.. Walters, quick" Mrs. Round
tree ordered.
James went to the telephone and rang.
Mrs. Walters followed him. 'What do
you want him to say?" she asked her
mother. He'll brighten them to
death. I'd better do thames, what
is the matter with you? Can't you
stand still? Nobody will hurt you"
She took the receiver from him and
placed it to her ear. 'Give me five
seven - Mayor Roundtree's office"
There was silence for a moment. Mrs.
Roundtree sat on a sofa, staring at her,
a strange question in her eyes.
rs that you, papa?" said Mrs. Wal
tiers in the telephone. eyes, you are
right; it is Lillian. Don't you know my
voice? What is it? Well, the truth is,
|
all right; but mamma is nervous and
frightened, and perhaps you or Fred
ought to come up"
| Mrs. Roundtree ran to her. aren't
you going to tell him what has hap
pened? How can he tell the police if
you don't? Give it to me-"
Mamma, do be reasonable" replied
| ATrc ho11
of her mothers reach. "Well, let me
alone; I'll tell him. Yes, papa, that
was mamma talking. was on the lawn
just now, and a man shot at me; but he
did not touch me, and ran away. Nam
ma thinks you ought to notify the po-
lice"
Fred is coming at once" the mayor
telephoned. Stay indoors. I shall
notify the police, and come as quickly as
| can"
When Mrs. Roundtree had heard her
husbands message she drew her daugb-
ter down Oh the sofa beside her and sat
silently strOking her hand and looking
anNOusly towards the door. James
took position on the veranda, and the
other servants stood eXpectantly in the
hall
In Is minutes a cab dashed up the
drive, and Fred Walters alighted, ran
into the library, and took his wife in
his arms.
"Oh, my darling, are you hurt?' he
asked, beside himself with excitement.
Fred, don't be silly" she said, cold
ly pushing him from her. 81 tele-
phoned that l was unframed"
Look at her sleeve" walled Mrs.
Roundtree, almost in tears. ''The bu!-
let passed within an inch of her arm.
Oh, don't know what to do! 1t is aw-
full"
Fred stopped to examine the hole in
the sleeve.
Il was standing this way" Mrs. Wal
tiers explained, with sudden animation,
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