El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1900-05-19
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white cheek. A telegram! An, why mao
she not thought of that before? 1t
might not be too late to save him yet.
eff 'twere done, 'twere we'll 'twere
done quickly ," she murmured, with
strained, excited laugh in answer 10 the
others curious glance.
81 believe you are repenting already,
Edith, hazarded Mrs. Hallet teasing
ly. ''Your expression is quite tragM.
Don't let yourself make a mistake.
dear.
mo, 1 shall not make a mistake, -
the girl exclaimed, with another sharp
outburst of that strained, hysterical
laughter. Her companion looked at her
with baff1ed sense Of being somehow
outside the situation, but with the ex-
quisite tact which always distinguished
her, cleverly changed the subject. SHE
was curiously interested in the girls
strange mood, which she meant should
be explained to her, but it was one Of
her theories that success in small things,
no less than in great, is worth the price
of infinite patience. She idly ci,attetk.
on of Indifferent topics, occasionally
calling attention to some building es-
pecialIy fine. while Edith, mechanic
ally responsive, in an undercurrent Of
thought was eagerly framing this sec
ond telegram she had to send, this
time with no niggardly counting of
words. Fortunately the drive was rather
long, and there had been time for the
girl to grow quite composed before the
carriage drew up before the Western
Union Office Don't come, Barbara.
1t is not worth while, she hastily pro-
tested as she eagerly sprang to the
ground, and Mrs Hallet, although she
might have been little piqued at the
evident desire to be spared her surveil-
lance, was yet sufficiently gracious to
smile as she settled acquiescefltly back
against the cushions.
And now the deed is done, I sup
pose, she observed laughingly when,
after very short absence, the girl re
turned. 1.-The die is cast
'Ah, never say dier' A note of
strange triumph was in that wild, hys-
terical laugh. What would Barbara
Hallet say could she know that at that
moment message was flashing across
the wires to Tom Tregent of Cheyenne,
saying: Paul Brown is innoeent of
charges against him. will be in Ches-
enne by night train prepared to prove
it, and signed with her names And
now the next thing to do, Would you
mind telling the man to drive to the
Union station?'' she asked, trying to
speak with matter of fact carelessness,
but faltering somewhat, her eyes fail
ing. II want'-moistenin her dry
lips nervously-'I want to ask abouta
train"
1.-The trains from Boston? To End out
iSe Ieaves; you sharlp, little p1ss. Cany
you leave it all to Providence? But, OF
course, if you wish," amiably giving
the order. "How the poor ticket map
will swear in his heart when you pin
him down to his book of time tables
with such an unconscionable demand
But dare say he deserves it for his
SINS
II will try not to be too hard On
him." returned the girl. conscious
that the other did not half believe in
the pretext she had so ingeniously con-
structed and was waiting for fuller
explanation. All the way to the station
she sat in 1istless silence, her mind
wrestling impatiently with the problem
which now confronted her. She was re-
solved to go to Cheyenne by the first
train, which she knew would leave
Denver at some hour in the evening
Yet how could she escape from her
friend without full explanation of her
purpose, which, upon reflection, she
felt but the more determined to with
hold? She knew too well the character