The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1902-07-05

her eyes upon him. "Now, isn't that
kind of you-especially as fathers
in the field just over yonder, and IL 1
called he'd come"
She took up an iron from before
the fire and held it near her glow
ing cheek, looking at him the while.
you seem to forget that other
people may be worried about you as
well as your father" he said, with
an emphasis that was tenderer than
he had really meant to make it.
The girl opened her eyes with a
babylike stare as she rubbed the
iron smooth on q cloth. "Other peo-
ple?" she repeated. "Oh, yes; you
mean my mother, and Aunt Lucy,
and Cousin jim. They are all in town
to-day, but perhaps they'll hurry back
because they are worried"
He felt that he was not making
much Roadway. The abrupt motion
he made tipped his chair down with
| crash.
"You know" said the girl, spread
ing out garment with elaborate
care and beginning to rnn the iron
over 1t with skillful haste. II never
| felt so flattered in my life. Here is
criminal loose in the country-not
so very much of criminal, either,
| just the man that got into a fight
with Sol Virgins, and laid Sol up
for while-and here comes an officer
and stands guard over me, so that
won't be harmed. Now, isn't that
beautiful? I suppose that's what
the country hires officers for-to
come and sit here and watch me
iron, and scare off criminals"
Her mockery set his face ablaze;
but he would not allow himself to be
ridiculed out of his purpose.
I'D do more than that for you,"
he said, leaning his elbow on the
table and looking up at her.
would your" she asked. 81 wish
you knew how to iron. If you could
only take that off my hands now
or perhaps you wouldn't mind split
ting up little wood there and max
ing fire In the stove"
Ben Pringle frowned. 81 don't
know nothin' about that kind OF
work." he said, firmly; "but I know
how to catch up with people that's
hiding criminals from the officers
She set the iron down before the
| fire and perched herself on the edge
of the table. "Are there people who
do such a thing as that?" she asked
with awe. "Mercy, what wicked peo
pie they must be! When you catch
people at thing like that, what dc
you do to them? Take them to jail?'
"We settle with 'em," he said
darkly.
"Oh, how awful that sounds" she
said, with shudder. "And now
with so many criminals to catch ant
people to be settled with, how car
you stay here and bother me with my
ironing? Do hurry off now and tel
Sheriff Barton he isn't hiding here
She slipped down frem the tabl'
and began ironing again, hummins
the remainder of that little tune, Al
though the discussion was quit
finished as far as she was concerned
"I'll look around little first" h
said, rising with darkened coun
tenance. His eyes were fastened up
on the door of the closet, and he DIRE,
near IL.
The girl stepped back toward tn
door and flung up her head like
deer. The time for testing was over
what are you going TO do?" she de
manded.
"I'm goin' to see who's hid in tina
closet" he Numbered, extending
hand.
} But she was too quick for him, an
sprang to the closet door and stoo
with her back against it, her round
J young arms laid out on either side
Her blood was up, and her brow
eyes flashed fire into his.
/. Don't dare to touch mel" sh
cried, the red glow surging into he
: face; and determined as he was, h
fell back discounted.
you've got somebody in there,
he said, sternly, IAN I'm going to Sc
who it is before leave"
, "Are your" she said, smiling at hir
tauntingly, as though she dared hir
! with all his height and strength. "a
: right-come push me away and brea
+. down the door!"
He stood and looked at her wit
; the kind of helplessness that stron
/ men feel in clash of wills wit
: women. He could have crushed he
: with one hand. He could have thrus
: her aside as though she had been
gnat. Yet there she was, standin
: up and dcfying him.
81 have to do 1t, Miss Bert" he salt
! falteringly. 81 hate to do 1t might
!. ly, but the law compels me to see II
r to that closet"
e "The law doesn't know anythin
a about it," she retorted, with all
a woman's unreason.
t "But it has to know" he said, a
t most suppliantly. Just stand o,
4 o. the way, now, Miss Bert, an Il
v me look into that closet"
{ She stood still, her pretty head u
I her arms thrown back against I'll
e wall.
n "Do. now. Berti" he pleaded, de