Arizona republican., 1904-11-27

grandma doesn't use the too-hOuse. does she?"
 She shook her head
 You see" he continued. running to the fence and returning with the rife, which he had laid in the grass. MT. Elwood toid me to take this back to the hotel. but before I do I'm goin' to fire it off. MolaeTl be dead. d'y' see? Wen both swear up and down that she is-and then the toulouse"
 But the tooInouse won't hold her objected the other; the fOor'H break through. It's most falling down any way.
 Well, there's a kind of a cellar ua- der it, ain't there%
 Yes. Mike used to put the winter potatoes down there sometimes. He hasn't Ia.e years"
 That's all right. Wen put MOliie down there Instead of the winter pota- toes. Then me slipping in mOrnin's and night TO feed her, and there you are%
 Winnefred stared at him. Suddenly she stopped and kissed him or his freclzled cheek
 Thus began Mollie's life in the tool house-a life which endured success fully for three weeks and migh5 have continued much longer had it not been for Moiie herself. The dry air in the little bricked basement had a beneficial effect on her stinened joints. Tommy, ', ho derived quite a revenue thereby fed and grOOmed her regularly. eSer- cising the greesest ingenuity in pur- Joining hay and oats from the barn. and Winnefred gave her the necessary ex- ercise. Every evening in the early darkness a shadowy girl and a horse walked in the lane. Once the IIishman returned for something Ee had forgot ten. and she thought she deserted him peering at her; but if he suspected MoHies continued existence. he said nothing abOut it, and Tommy zeaIously spread the report of the s1coting. He himself had shot Ter. he said.
 But early in Sertea~ her Moiie brought aboUe her own discovery. It was the evening tret Wiunelred re- ce-ved note from Elwo3d Harry Wharton had called very often of late, but ElwOOd had no- been to the house since their quarrel. Winnefrad had grown pale and disr.-ited. Often. vaen walking with Mollie, she had wept mis- elably, but ste had never thought of writing to E!wood, or even trying to see him. To her mind. a choice was involved between cer lover, with his ! sturdy common sense and devotion to this helpless. altogether useless old an inal. She made the choice unhesitat- ingly, though she wept v-el the pain of it.. When the note was handed to her, however, the color came rushing back Into her cheeks. Smiling and cimpling. she pat ol her p-ettiez- dress and sat herself down in the parIor-but no aged horse walked in the procession of her thoughts.
 For time Mollie gazed patiently in to the gathering dusk; but these noe tuTnal cOns,itutionals with her mis- tress were the one break in her other- wise eventless life and presently she tuned her attention to the door She pushed it several times. and when fl yielded she made hesitating eft. Tn at the door of Mrs. Whites leaning gray barn she driG-ed The widow d.d not keep a horse, but a bag Of oats stood against the wall and these Mouie instantly discCTe.ed. She thrust her nose into tSem with the delight of a tlppier attacking a full cask Some time later Mrs. White, returning from the grocery was startled by a sound proceeding from her unoccupied barn. She caught up lamp and scuttied out there. She held the naring light arove her head and peered around the door. Whoever ye be git out of herei" she called, shrily.
 Mollie, in the further darkness. stood with head up.