Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-01-07
Gu RIY
BY ROGER POCOCK,
Author of "A FrontIersman," etc.
Copyright 1905. by Little, Brown & Col

ne crept down very quietly to the dining
roohi. tie found cheese and biscuits. and
Went on In search of some ale When he
room.
ne man WAS drenched to the skin. and
5Sra.cned from breaking through hedges
ne SAID that the police were after him
win warrant on the charge of ATTEMPTED
uain-wreeking. He swore that he was In
IoSent, that he had come to appeal to Lord
balsnannon against what he described as
z, ponce conspiracy. Rex told him that the
oia man was too ill to be disturbed that
me Ieast shock might be fatal Surrender
20 me, said Rex. and II the police have
get full Justice
At that moment they heard footsteps
outside on the gravel. and. peeping ouS
through the window, Mr. Ryan found thar
the police had surrounded the butld ne He
charged Rex with setting q trap 10 catch
hlm; ne pointed n pistol in my husbands
race. Don't fret said Rex. my father is
may be fatal. Don't fire.
Mr.. Ryan fred
me bullet grazed my husbands head.
and knocked him senseless When he re-
covered he found that Ryan had esca ped-
NOBODY KNOWS how, and sergeant of the
hoyai irish Constabulary told him that the
e,,as were IN hot pursuit. He heard shots
nreo IN the distance, and that made him
frightened for his father He rushed out
OF the room. and halfway up the stair
case found the old man lying dead The
shoock had killed him.
Lady" I said. IF I were the boss. ia
shoot up that Ryan man into small scraps.
f,o n,ii W, you've got to save my husband
lfom belng a murderer"
Ryan,. said |, "ain't eligible for the
grave until he meets up with Balshannon's
gun
Promise me to save my husband from
But l can't promise to shoot I'D this
Ryan myself. He's Balshannons meat, not
You must dissuade my husband"
tn dissuade none between a man and
his kin
''Oh, what shall 1 DOR she cried.
;. is your son safe asked. while Ryan
why do you say that?"
D4dn your man drive all the people OF
me Baishannon range, and make it a des-
Alas! may he be forgiven"
VIII Ryan forgive? Is your son safe?''
l. sat dead quiet while the lady cried.
When woman stampedes that way you
cant point her off her course, or she'd mill
round into Mysteries: you can't head her
back, for She d dry up hostile; so it's best
10 let her have her head and run. When
she's tired running she'll quit peaceful.
lit cigarette and began to round up
all the facts in sight, then to cut the ones
wanted and let the rest of the herd adrift
When our Balshannon outfit first camped
down In Holy Gross this Ryan began to ac-
cumulate with his family in the nearest
city this being Grave City-10o miles west.
1raEe A4ty was new then, a yearlng OF a
city. but built on silver, and undercut with
mines. Ryan took Chance by the tail and
held on, starting a livery stable. then a
big hotel while he dealt in mines and help
ed poor prospectors to find wealth. So
Ryan begged down in riches the leading
man at Grave City, with daughters in
clety and Two sons at college. Only this
Ryan was shy of meeting up with Lord
Balshannon, and | took notice year after
year that when my boss went 10 the city
Mr. Ryan happened away on business.
Some one was warning Ryan.
Lady" said l. sudden that she for
got to go on crying. you've warned Ryan
again and again.
How do you know that, BilIy?"
IT'S a hundred mile ride to Grave City,
but it's only sixty to Lordsburgh on the
railroad. Every time the boss goes to
Grave City you send off rider swift to
Lordsburgh. He telegraphs from there to
Grave City
Messages to my husband
And warnings to Ryan
She was struck silent.
You're saving up Ryan until he gets the
chance-to strike"
"Oh, how you say such things. Be-
sides, Mr.. Ryan's afraid that's why he
runs away.
Ryan amt playing no common blur
with guns. The game he plays amt kill
ing. He want you-all alve-like cat
wants mice; don't know how, 1 don't
know when-but here are the words he
nailed on TO the door of this house before
Lord Balshannon came:
The time will come when, driven from
your home, without a roof to cover you or
q crust to eat, your wife and boy turned
out to die in the desert, you"
stop! Stop she screamed.
Promise me, lady, that you'll send no
more messages to Ryan"
IT'S murder
mo, lady, this is mans game, called
war"
II promise" she whispered I'll send 40
more warnings"
Cro be continued tomorrow)