Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1900-02-24

nave returned, nut he had disappeared.
She gave her first sigh and then ran
quickly again. II must he nearly 10
o'clock! 1t was not very long to morn.
ing!
She was within few steps Of her
own door when the sleeping woods and
silent air appeared TO suddenly awake
with sharp "crackv
She stopped paralyzed Another
"crackr' followed that echoed over to
the far corral She recalled herself in
stantly and dashed off wildly to the
woods again.
AS she ran she thought Of one thing
only. He had been logged by one of
his old pursuers and attacked But
there were two shots, and he was un.
armed. Suddenly she remembered that
she had left her fathers gun standing
against the tree where they were talk
ing. Thank God, she may again have
saved him! She ran TO the tree. The
gun was gonei She ran hither and
thither, dreading Mt every step to fall
upon his lifcless body. A new thought
struck her. She ran to the corral The
horse was not there! He must have
been able to regain II and escaped
after the shots had been fred. She
drew long breath Of relief. but It was
caught up In an apprehension Of alarm.
Her father, awakened from his sleep
by the shots, was hurriedly approach.
Ing her.
whats up now, Salomy JaneT he
demanded excitedly.
Nothing" said the girl, with an ef-
fort, nothing at least that can find"
She was usually truthful because fear.
less, and lie stuck In her throat, but
she was no longer fearless, thinking Of
him. II wasn't abed, SO | ran out as
soon as ! heard the shots fred" she
answered In return to his curious gaze.
"And you've hid my gun somewhere
where II cant be found" he said re.
proachfully. "Ef 1t was that sneak
Larrabee and he fired them shots to
lure me out, he mout have potted me.
without n show, a dozen times In the
last i've minutes"
She hadn't thought since Of her IN.
Tiers enemy! 1t might indeed have
been he who had attacked Jack. But
She made n quick point of the sugges.
ton. Run In, dad, run In and find the
gun. You've got no show out here
without It," She seized him by the
shoulders from behind. shielding him
from the woods, and hurried him, half
expostulating, half struggling, to the
house.
But there no gun was to be found.
1t was strange. 1t must have been mis-
laid In some corner. Was he sure he
had not left II In the barn? But no
matter now. The danger was over.
The Larrabee trick had failed. He
must go to bed now. and In the morn.
Ing they would make u search togeth-
er. At the same time she had inward
ly resolved to rise before him and
make another search of the wood and
perhaps, fearful Joy as she recalled
her promise, find him, alive and well,
awaiting her!
Salomy Jane slept little that night.
nor did her father but toward morn
Ing he fell into n tired mans slumber
until the sun was well up In the hori-
zon. Far different was II with his
daughter. She lay with her face to the
window, her head half lifted to catch
every sound. from the creaking Of the
sun warped shingles above her head
TO the faroff moan Of the rising wind
In the pine trees. Sometimes she fell
into breathless. half ecstatic trance,
living over every moment of the stolen
interview, feeling the fugitive's arm
still around her, his kiss on her lips
hearing his whispered voice In heI
ears. the birth of her new life!
This was followed again by period
OF agoniZing drcad-that he might even
then he lying. ebbing his lifdSaway, In
the woods. with her name on his lips
and she resting here lnactlve-until
she half started from her bed to go tC
his suCcor And this went on until
q pale opal glow came into the sky
followed by still palcr pink on the
summit of the white Slcrras, when she
rose and hurripdly began TO dress
Still so sanguine was her hope Of meet.
ing him that she fingered yet n mo-
meDt to select the brown holland skirt
and yellow sunbOnnct she had worn
when she first saw him. And she had
seen him only twice, only twice! II
would be cruel, too cruel, not to see
him again.
She crept softly down the stairs, lis
tening to the long drawn breathing OF
her father In his bedroom. and then
by the light Of guttering candle
scrawled a note to him. begging him
not TO trust himself out Of the house
until she returned from her search
and. leaving the note open on the table
swiftly ran out into the growing day.
Three hours afterward Mr.. Madison
Clay awoke to the sound Of loud
knocking, AT first this forced Itself
upon his consciousness as his daugh
ter's regular morning summons ant