The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-06-18
Our Daily $bcrt Story

, these bothersome men. Give me a kiss.
 child, lie down again and forget 'em. too
 Don't worry about what hasn't happened. Nothing wiIi."
 The eirTs strained gaze followed the stout form until 1t disappeared behind the neiRhboring trees. Then she sobbed wild iy. for brief minute. controlled herself with fierce effort. and tore up the stairs of the lonely house. .sI.lI follow them," she panted. ''I know Tiff Mackiey. even better than mother does. How blind she is. but couldn't tell her. no, I could not and Edgar said we must wait. I can hardly realize 1t yet. Dear me! Dear me. I was So happy. that Tifrs threats went all out of my mini, but ne saw Edgar and me last night. and must have guessed our secret I'm sure he no ticed 1t. for Edgar's arm was around me, but I never cared or thought What was 1t Tiff said7 It would be he or no one.'
 know he'll stop at nothing to satisfy his
 wicked jealousy.'
 Into BurweIrs chamber her steps flew His revolver7 Yes. She would take 1t. His hat? No. no matter about hat. Once ou the mountain she should scream and
 fire the pistol Mackley would dare do no
 harm. hearing her coming. There would be time and strength would be given her. On the highway now. presently to climb a wall and hurry over the fields to the long slope: a slender. bare-headed girl of
 twenty. the sun burnishing the sof. gold
 of her hair. drying the tears on the round cheeks and lighting the painted leaves of the thickets above.
 Once she glanced back at the white cot
 tage nestling in the hollow. Her homo!
 There had she told her love only the night
 before. held close in those strong arms.
 Would they clasp her tonight? Renie erred
 ouoI in a Quic agony.
 Up in the copses and tangles. stumbling
 over rocks and roots. running lp the
 Rla.ia9- with the tOrtura n axhauaffNn fha
 little feet pressed on. Where were they?
 Should she call? Should she waste the
 cartridges? No one might heed distant
 sounds.
 all surroundings, at last she fell. faint and
 dizzy. her brain benumbed with fatigue
 and the shock of this last fall How tired she was! Oh. how very tired
 and sleepy. but she must not close her eyes.
 bit of rest then again.
 What a queer little nest she had tumbied
 into, with a perfect mat of evergreens en-
 circling the round cushion of soft pine
 needles,
 Some day Edgar and she-oh. yes. Edgar.
 And the dangeri How could she have for
 gotten. even for a second?
 Were those voices and steps. or did she
 dream?
 No. it was Tiff speaking. That was Ed
 gar's chuckle. They were almost upon her
 and talking merrily. What a fool she was What explanation could she make if dis
 covered? They would deem her crazy. We may as we'll start for home. old man" It was Mackleys pleasant tone.
 Not shot have we had. Too bad. still. that brush fence. It's good cover. Here! Take my shot gun. I'll hold your rifle and wait by these bushes. Climb over carefully
 your sport Try it yourself" Burweiis words came in grateful demurrer. "Go on! Go on! Pshawi You won't be here long, and I can shoot any time." His answer sounded truly solicitous. Well. it's mighty clever of you. guess I'll take advantage of your kindness. Across
 the open. and over the fence by that tree. is 1t? All right. give me your gun. Thanks. Good-by"
 He staiked off boyishly. 'Tt'l be 'good-by' safe enough, with his rifle laid in the fence behind him. d--u his soul!"
 The harsh whisper froxe Renie Gillette 1 blood to an icy coldness. Then it rushed | through her veins like fire. burning the flut- tering nerves to springs of steel great | glow swept her; fierceness, e desperate | cautious courage. Her hand slid in her pocket She crept forward noiseiessly. Maclkley, kneeiing. had trained his mur- | derous weapon on the figure climbing tn,
 fence. some fifty feet away. and his aim | Suddenly a cold, dreadful somsthins | was pressed behind his ear; a woman's voice, hard, incsive. memorable. fell on tht | silence, paraiyzing his guilty soul to a blank l horror.
 Don't rnovep'
 That was all, but It was sufficient At this moment, when two lives gre moiaJ | on the pressure of a finger. Burwell turned | and saw.
 After Tiffin Maekley had hastily eisap- peared. pale. broad-shouldered mal clasped to his breast a sobbing girl. sweetheart" he said, and his voice wal | everything sweet solemn and tender well | tell your mother the very minute we get
 home"