The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1897-09-02

her recent nerve-racking experiences,
didn't like Che detail.
II tell yo' dey ain no ono bout, Mis-
Katie. done felt fur de pail an 'tam't
day-h," was her protest. At this Lam
bert saw fit to give low whistle. at
sound of which Elinor, with prodigious
rustic of skirts, bolted back towards
the house. and her unseen companion,
after emphatic and scornful reference
10 "bawn cowuds," came hurriedly for
ward, but paused at discreet distance.
You're thch, all your" was the semi
assertive, semi-interrogative remark in
disdainful and truculent tone. "Ah
hope you've got that money at last"
For an answer Lambert reached in
and shook the pail. The combination
of ''shinplasters" and small coin within
gave a reassuring rattle. Eagerly the
girl bounded TO the hedge. He could
just discern the slender little form and
the tumbled head of hair as she dropped
the enfolding shawl and stopped to take
the prize-which the eunprincipledyoun
man had by this time cautiously with
drawn. He could hear her eager breath
ing and the patter of her hands among
the rain-laden branches.
"Whuh on earth" (who on earth can
spell the word as a real southern girl
says it?) did you hide that pail? Alive
no time fo' nawnsense."
Silence a moment.
Look hyuh. Mr.. Yankee! Ahm not
accustomed to being made fool of,
N All want that money Alive had to
wait too long already"
A sound as of something shaking in
a tin vessel, but further away, toward
a broader gap in the dark hedge.
"Ah'm not going up thuh. All told you
twice befoh. You bring that pail back
hyuh" Indignantly All don't be-
lieve you've gawt the money at
ALL" tentatively. IF you had, no
gentleman would keep me waiting
when we need it so much" Symptoms
of vanishing nerve, and again tempt
ing rattle). "Ah can't go there" (plsad-
ingly now). please bring it hyuh, Mr..
Riggs. Brothuh Floyd would be fuyious
If he knew" (pause) )--"an' we had such
awful trouble las night-all on ac-
count of some of your rascally-Oh!
whut's that new lieutenants name?'
Sudden change of theme and tone).
His names Ike" was the response
in hoarse whisper across the dripping
rose bushes.
"Ah don't believe wuhd you say
Whut's his real name?"
ASK Mr.. Potts if his name isn't Ike;
and come and get your money"
"Ah don't have a chance to ask Mr.
Potts anything. They don't allow me
in the pahlor when Mr.. Bahton Potts
comes. Ah'm too much of a child to b,
trusted with family secrets, it seems
though Ah'm not too young to find ou
! how much we need money.-Whuh'l
that pail?"-suddenly coming down to
business again.
Lambert gave il shake, this time
within reach of u little hand that dartet
in among the bushes and firmly CLOSED
upon his own.
"You let go that pail!" was the i'm
perious demand from within.
81 can't-till you let go my hand,
from without.
"Ah don't want your hand. A.
want"
81 didn't offer it, but, since you lik
it 80 much, here's the other" An,
through the darkness another hand
with soft warm palm and long, slende
fingers, closed in upon the hot little paw
straining and tugging at the origina
occupant of the handle. Instantly, wit
indignant force, the embodied membe
was snatched away, and the stoopin
] i,1 80,
alarmed
"Wh' ah you?" she painted That
not Sergt, Riggs" A window was sud
denly raised back towards the house
the mournful toot of tin horn begar
"Quick! Alive got to go. Roll that pal
through. Why didn't Mr.. Riggs come I?
Hes detained-on duty, but it's a.
right. Where's the buttermilk ?'
Through the trees behind the gir
t came Elinor at top speed; one could hea
e the rustic rods away. "F' Gawd's SAKE
n Mis- Katie, come quick. Mis- Walton
J., CALM"
r But Kate was fumbling for sometbin
o in her pocket and bending forward t
n the hedge. The next instant. with bril-
V liant flash, the glare of parlor mate
v leaped out one second on the night an
fell full on a laughing, handsome youn
j. face peering in from under the visor G
t an infantry forage cap. One secon
y only, and down went the match, an
s with stifled cry bounded the younges
l. daughter of the household of Walton
4" even the precious pail forgotten.
e Ten minutes later a horseman cam
= galloping up the muddy road and il
c quiring for the lieutenant. Lamber
: recognized him as one of the deputie
e or assistants engaged in Saturdays a.
!, fair at the Jail. He handed folded ps
= per to the young officer, and, in low, e,
cited tones, began some explanator
e comments.
d wait, said Lambert. LET me read.
IS Tearing open the paper, by the dir
4 light of Burns lantern he made out tn
d following;
n Lieut.. LAMBERT Post guard at one
"a around Walton place, so as to prevent an
men from getting in or out Take half III
company IL you need It, I'll be there IN ha
=; an hour. CLOSE,
4 'B'vt Capt. Com'd'g."
[To BE coNTINuED.l
a Pat In the Dock.