Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-06-05
TIE SAGE BRUSH PARSON
BY A. B. WARD.
Copyright. 1905. by Little. Brown Company


In turning the other cheek he had deaed
the man who struck him.
rs II true that the French saloon-keeper
out at Morning Star drew his revolver on
your inquired Frank.
Vaughan laughed. How did Won baa-
that7' be asked
will Dover heard II at Battle Mon,
tain Is It true7"
Yes, he said I'd spoiled HE b,,s,ro.. =
unbuttoned my coat and said sheet s,,-,,.i
You can't hit me- IVY
Vaughan's eyes shone like stars IN their
dark settings. IA 'NS'l
You don't want to take too ,,,.
! ingly. TANK WARN
Mary gazed fascinated. fearing she knew
You are worn out now, oh. sat, 20
provingiy, as nervous as you can he
Nersouss LOOK at that" He stretched
our our ms hand and held It. without tremor.
lot some seconds. Don't worry he call
ed after them they drove away. Rn.
had come ~ N'7F
MARY mary was full OF forebodlngs. Even
Frank confessed to being anxious
On Richmond HILL likewise the Stories
We're told. and Vaughan was given mora
or OF Tess OF glory, according to the animus
oi the slory-teller. IL was Winslow who
described the two black eyes. no -,ada
them absurd. Haverford told about the
saioon-keeper, not without a certain hike
warm admiration for the courage displayed.
the movement"
katharine herself was extremely uneasy
over her protege's last challenge to the
pubic not only on account of the menace
10 his personal safety but because she
mated to think OF him at the mercy OF tho
MOB, In position to be laughed at and
criticized. Yet she could not resist thrill
of pride when Ned wilkins said. ''Tyhe
parsons all right. He's good stun"
Wait till tell You what l saw today"
ne ADDED. Twas down there In front OF
Jacks. There was a fellow going for the
parson just about as the Frenchnan did at
Morning Star. He'd just whipped out his
revolver when a pair OF runaway horses
came galloping down the hill You know
how Icy 1t is on that corner. The sleigh
Where was the driver?' inquired Miss
EmIneline
ION the floor of the sleigh--drlInki" re-
piled Ned Vaughan sprang for the horses
and succeeded In stopping them. Incident
ally he saved himself. for the fellow with
the pistol would have shot him before we
could have got there. We had him fixed by
the time Vaughan came back"
Did Jack see him?'
Yes, Jack was there"
What did he say?'
Proud as a peacock
Haverford arose to say his adieus Wins
low fingered.
Going my way" inquired Haverford.
Presently" returned Winslow.
Haverford waited Winslow still DELAYED
AT length, seeing there was no help for It.
he resigned himself to Haverford's compan-
ionship. Half way down Main street he
paused abruptly.
I've forgotten something" he exclaimed
TN have to go back. Don't wait"
Haverford his suspicious now thoroughly
aroused, turned and watched him. IL was q
ruse, no doubt, to make an opportunity for
speaking with Mrs Chisholm alone Could
Winslow not see, what they all saw
plainly, that her feelings had changed to-
ward him. that he longer singled
out by her approval-that, on the contrary
she avoided him?
Five minutes passed, ten. He walked I'M
easily up and down. Evidently Winslow
had not met with a rebuff after all. Could
1t be possible that Mrs. Chisholm's manner
yelled emotions of different character
from those Haverford attributed to her?
His pulse-beats Quickened Half hour
had elapsed and still there was no sign of
his missing companion. Some one else
came hurrying along. some one whose quick.
light step he knew.
Good evening, Vaughan" he called;
have you seen anything Of Winsiow7"
Vaughan started in surprise.
Yes. Why?" he returned.
He left some time ago-half an hour
or more said Haverford hastily. He
said he had forgotten something. They
don't usually like to have callers so late
"They?" repeated Vaughan. vacantly.
1.-THE Richmond Hill people That was
| where he was going, OF course. There's no
one else in this part of the town on whom
he calls"
Vaughan remained silent. 1t was not tho
house on Richmond Hill that he had
seen Winslow enter, but the small cot
tage in which old Mother Macy lived.
Her husband worked in the mine, on the
night shift, and pretty little Ellen Brady,
Mary Flynns sister, had gone there to re-
main until she should find better place
He had seen Winslow approach the cot
tage, glance furtively around then hurry
up the path to the door. He had seen tho
light shine out from within, framing Ellen's
s,rlrf iah
cry of welcome, and had seen Winslow en-
ter-as a man enters his own housed
well. good night" said Haverford, as
they came to Jackson's corner. Il sup
pose you are very busy, these days"
Yes, very busy" replied Vaughan absent
nlindedly. For a moment, even his work
for temperance seemed to have been blot;ed
out.
(To be continued tomorrow