The Kemper herald. (Scooba, Miss.) 1875-1908, 1904-09-08

lonesome road, Seth. You go by that
Polish settlement, don't you? Say,
they're an uneasy gang, all down on
everybody connected with the road.
Better wait till tomorrow. l would"
Cant do it," he complained. wish
/ could, but l must report to the boss
at 5 q. m. As you say, Jack, 1t amt
safe for one of us fellers to go trail
ing out there in the dark. I've no
weapon, either. Say. I'll be back by
II o'clock. You couldn't spare me your
gun till then, could you? l suppose
you've got one"
Seth, l left the blamed thing at
home. Came away in a hurry, and
never thought CT it. Too badl OF
course, I'd have lent it to you. Been
glad to. Go around to the house and
ask Kate for it."
The caller looked down, shaking his
head. NO" said he; 'it's a 15-minute
walk, and out CT my way. I'll step
along, | guess, and take my chances
before 1t gets later. The wind is ris-
ing from the way those wires hum.
- Nv 6oAh6 DaSh, JaSh, dAu may DO
drop in on my return. You're a lucky
dog to be housed and warm. II think
of you when I'm rubbing my ears"
He laughed strangely, turned up the
collar CT his heavy ulster, nodded and
departed.
Outside, Sharpson did not start in
the direction of Dashnell's remote
home. Instead, he picked his way
across the tracks and climbed into an
empty car. They'll meet me here"
he growled. i've luck for once,"
An hour later Lawson turned as the
door opened softly.
"Kate!" he cried: startled. whats
the matter?"
I've brought your pistol, Jack. I
got to worrying. I'm sorry, dear.
Won't you kiss me now"
There, there!" soothed the man, all
his anger vanished, as she shivered
and sobbed in his arms. you Should
never have come out in this storm.
Alone, too. I'll have to keep you till
Bourne arrives. We will sit here and
make up" He laughed and kissed
her fervently.
The big revolver was in his right
hand, as he ~playfully pushed her from
his knee with his left, bidding her re-
move the damp cloak, and he faced the
door as it again swung open to admit
three masked figures, pushing in hast
lily.
A cool man was Lawson, quick and
an unerring marksman. He took no
chances.
A woman's scream echoed above the
deafening explosions. Through the
smoke, and loud over the heavy grcans
from the huddled heap rose the steady
voice Of the operator. Keep quiet,
girl! I've nailed the whole bunch!"
Striding to the sprswled figures he
tore at the masks roughly.
Good Cod" came his. shocked
words. "One of them's %Sharpson! L
l don't understand. Those other men
are a couple of brutes from the Polish
settlement"
After help had arrived in response
to his startling message, and the man
who could whisper kept muttering,
Lawson bent his head to catch the
husky murmur.
Eve vas paid to do it."
"Eh? said the operator. by the
man who robbed Dickson?"
The matted shock of a head moved
afirmatively.
A pale-faced young man hurried to
Lawson's side. "Your wife is asking
for you, Jack. Better take her home.
I'll tend to the work. Amt this aw-
ful?"
Might have been worse" answered
his friend, grimly. Much obliged,
Harry. I'll get this little woman right
out. Sharpson's gene; the others will
live. Say, boy, if you ever refuse to
kiss your wife good-by, just forget to
take along your gun"
Harry stared at him, not compre-
hending, but he knows the story now,
and every man en- the D. p. & l.. sys-
tenn has told his wife the tale of Kate
Lawson's good-by kiss and how she
saved her husband.-Elliot Walker, in
San Francisco Call.