The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1906-08-09

TIC says Nttnt NOlIN
from behind Mcintyre, that yer a.
- sneak, trying to get yer iron onto
other peoples cattle"
Mcintyre had turned at the frsl
sound of the mans voice to find him
self looking into the muzzle of pistol
He had been warned of the mans cow
ardly methods of attack, and realized
with IA sickening rush OF blood to his
heart that word or move meant in
slant death, and while his whole ma
ture revolted, he stood quiet, both
hands In sight
"Ye swallows it," sneered Noman.
with an exasperating leer trying to
goad the other into the slightest show
of hostility. Don't ye, We dirty COW.
ard?"
Mollie could see the white of Mcln-
tyres cheek growing a dull red. tho
muscles of his neck swelling tense and
hard. then she scrambled through the
window
"Jim Norman. you quit" she
screamed.
Mcintyre thrust the girl aside. an act
OF chivalry which saved his life. for his
enemy fired the instant he moved and
shattered his arm.
Don't, Jim. don't!' screamed the
girl, wildly, throwing herself between
them. unconscious that she clutched
McIntyre's mangled arm. "Oh, DON'T"
as Noman's gun again flashed to a
level
The man. his lust for blood flaming up
fiercely at sight of his helpless enemy,
smiled wolfishly, pausihg only to be
certain Of his aim before firing the ia
tai shot. A squirt of flame and smoke.
and the girl hid her face in her arms.
that she might not see. Then she heard
steady voice.
Now. you hit the trail. Jim Norman"
and looked up to see the man holding
his mangled hand, which he gazed at
In horror, with Farrell standing by.
smoke still curling from the muzzle
of his gun
"Vamos!" Farrell continued, "and IL
sight you again III kill you, just the
same as l would any other wolf. Leave
that alone" as Norman reached for his
pistol. Now, git"
When Norman was out of sight, Far
rel turned to Mcintyre.
bad hurt, Chase?" he asked
Winged. guess, Charley" he re-
piled. 'Tis not so deep as we'll, nor
as wide as a church door," he quoted
"but it's plenty"
Bandaging the wounded arm as best
he could, Farrell started to get Niger
to go for the doctor, 80 miles away
When he returned for final word with
his patient he found Mollie just out.
side the door, weeping bitterly.
Don't cry, little girl" he said, ten.
derby, his voice dull with concealed
pain. Chase Is not much hurt. and
will be all right in pair of moons"
Il did not know you cared so much
for him, Mollie," he continued. cor ia
have hit the trail long ago.
Charley, Charley. don't CO."
He looked over his shoulder as hi
fumbled with the cinch.
Il don't want to, Mollie," he said
but amt never yet run no brand
had no right to. so / guess I'll travel.
There amt nobody go no brand or
me-" she sobbed.
What" he said, with dull slow
ness, as he turned from the pony
which nickered to the girl. "Ain'
Mac" and stopped when he saw Nc
Intyre's face over the girls shoulder. {
new pain In every feature.
II always gave you credit for havinf
little horse sense, Charley" he said
a flicker of the old smile on his lips
but Niger. there, knows more thar
you do. He has been trying to tell yor
for half an hour that.-that--Mo
loves you. I'm hurt In more ways thar
one, old man." he said, his lips witch
ing, but take her. and may God blesi
you both"
When Mcintyre recovered from {
deadly swoon, Mollie's face was on hi
pillow. which was wet with her tears
"T-I-tried to-to-love you, Mr.
Mclntyre-Chase," she sobbed, "but
found loved Charley. you see. And
and | am only fit to be a cowman:
wife, anyway. you know"
Eyes, Mollie. know" he said, turn
ing his face to the wall.
Copyright, 1905. by Daily Story Pub. Co.
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