Arizona republican., 1904-11-27
By Mary M. Mears.


 (Copyrighted by the s. s. Mcclure Col
 It was a little after 1 o'clock and the barn and the house cast short, black triangles of shadow. Norman Elwood's handsome. flushed face wore look of utter bewiIderment as he slowly let his eyes travel from the ancient mare, with down-stret tened neck, nibbling at a bed of nasturtiums, to the equally antique vehicle to which she was harnessed..
 You don't propose to go in this rig he gasped.
 Winnefred Penn nodded. though she flushed pink as one of the hollyhochs growing against her grandmother $ barn. Indeed, in her green muslin dress. she had the look of one of those flowers. plucked stalk and all.
 And drive herr" and he made ges- ture toward the horse, who was foun- dered and had not been harnessed Tor years. Her foretOp, mane and tail were white with age. Now, with nastuF- tium trailing from her mouth, she look ed around. reproachfully, at her mis- tress. Winnefred avoided that mild. old eve. q thought, of course. we'd row down." he continued, otherwise I'd have L-ought my horse. I'll get him now.
 For answer she ga thered up the reins.
 But why don't you let me get him ?" he exploded.
 She turned full upon him It was as if the pe-als of the hOllyAock fell wider apart. "Because want to drive Mollie that's why!"
 'Get up, AEollie," chirruped Winne- fred. stealing glance at the house. but she was obliged to reach for the whip before she was needed. Then. with a strange preliminary movement, in winch every leg shot out a- a different angle, the mare gathered herself to- gether.
 EIwood reached for the reins. but he was too late. They went cuIyetinE in to the main street. Unmin dful of the jeers that followed them, on went Mol lie The stiff side curtains of the bug gy stood out in the wind like ears. tt swayed from side to side like drunk en thing, it dOgged her closely. and Wiuuefred's laughter but tended to in crease her excitement. But as they neared the outskirts Of the village. the conviction grew upon MOlHe that she could not get away from her pursuer. She gradually came to- standstiu. trembling in every limb.
 W nneIIeQ covered nGI lace Anu you thought she couldn't go."
 Her companion started straight ahead.
 She leaned toward him. It was as if a very wind of penitence swayed her. Please forgive me-" she whisper ed. q never dreamed of her attracting so much attention. But if we'd gone the other way, grandma would have seen Us from her window. You see. shes threatened to have MOll!e shot and i couldn't leave her home"
 She ought to be shot"
 It was as if a counter-current swept the girl ir the opposite direction. Oh >sne cried, you're barbarous. You should have heard Mir. WhaUtOn's last sermon"
 Harry Wharton was a young theoo- logical student who carried himself in innocent imitation of a Catholic priest During the summer he had been read iuE the service in the Episcopal church and introducing the full ritual. He was popular among the girls of the village. but Norman EIwood disliked him nercely on account of his aten- tons to Winnefred. Now her shot told.
 Well, when I go and Isten to that .Iiot you'll know it."
 "Oh, you can't go now. Didn't you know that he was sick?'T
 The pote of anxiety, real or assumed, was by no means lost upon ElWoOd. He relapsed into an angry silence. An hours laborious plodding brought them in sight of the shrine. which was on the summit of hill.
 In the immediate vicinity of the shrine was a spring which was said to have heen blessed by Father Marquette, and at the conclusion of the service the people moved of in groups toward it. They're going to get bottles of the holy water" she explained. Mike had to De back in time for the milking and she waited only for him to be gone. Then: I'm going down there" she an noUDcsd. I want to see if any crutches and canes are thrown away"
 The young man watched her sconI- ingly. Presently he saw her returning and a jealous suspicion flashed across his brain. He put off down hill. Nor man helped WinnefTed into the buggy and then stood back.
 "Oh, I understand" cried the girl; 'you prefer to walk"
 Elwood flushed. Yes. I do prefer to walk,' he returned, and when you want to get any more holy water for your sick Catholic priest, you can get