Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1907-08-13

manof his own race and to her. Grad
ua1ly new pain was added to the hurt
That tried her endurance;s she could moi
explain it, but Jim had never looked
at her like that He treated her as he
did little Hal, while he regarded the
woman with him as his equal. She
began to sob piteously, like a child
who is suddenly asked to face some
thing it cannot understand. 1t was
useless to remain there longer. Back
she hurried to the hills, more deep
late than when she started to see her
child. Through the long hours that
followed she made no effort to reason
or to control her emotions but aban
doned herself to her grief.
Just before daylight Tabywana
crept silently along the road and hid
behind the wagon that stood near the
house. He had been following Bud
Hardy. whose early visit to the cabin
had aroused his suspicious. Although
Jim had dismissed his advice yester-
day, the Chief was determined to see
him again as soon as daylight should
come. He was impatient to disclose
to Jim the fear that tormented him
for Nat-u-ritch safety AS he watched
for the first faint streaks of dawn;
from his hiding place Tabywana saw
Bud Hardy emerge from the mems
quarters and steal towards the cabin
Bud tiptoed about the place, then
crossed to the loft and gave three
short whistles. Almost Immediately
Kid Clarke appeared and leaned out
of the loft door.
"Well?" Bud called as Clarke, daz
ed, rubbed his sleepy eyes,
"Nat-uritch has disappeared-her
trail leads to the hills. Carston's
hasn't been to bed at all He went
away about half an hour ago"
But glanced quickly about the place.
mo one in the room, them
Kid nodded
"All right-come down., Bud said.
Kid disappeared from the aperture
in the loft and Bud Wen. softly into
the house
Silently the Chief slid down under
the porch of the cabin. AS Bud came
out of the house he saw in the
Sheriff's hand small thirty-two-cali.
Der revolver which he was smilingly
examining. Before he could pocket the
wapon Tabywana leaped upon him and
clutched the hand that held the gun
but Bud. with muttered impreca
ton, deftly threw the hand with the
revolver over Tabywana's shoulder,
but only to feel an iron fist beat his
knuckles. Involuntarily he loosened
his hold and hear Bills voice say:
put up your gun, Clarke"
Kid had reached there just at the
end Of the struggle, and had started
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Holding the captured revolver In
his hand. Bill said: "Why, what's the
matter, boys? don't allow no gun
foreman of It,"
In the first faint light of the rising
sun three figures were like ghostly
silhouettes against the gray back
ground.
II want that gum Bud replied.
"How did you come by it?" Bill de.
manded
Before Bud Hardy could speak,
Tabywana grasped Bill by the arm and
by pantomime indicated that Bud had
crept into the house and stole it.
Bill turned sternly to Bud what
do you mean by sneakin' into other
peoples houses at night an takin'
their property? Why,"-as he examin-
ed the revolver-"this gun belongs to
Nat-u-ritch."
Almost savagely Bud interposed:
cob. 1t does. does it? You heard that
Clarke? Well, that's all l want to
know"
Bill saw that Bud had gained evil
dence against the little woman. ''WelI,
it amt all I want to know You'll
have to show me, Bud-you'll have
to show me why you're combinin the
trades of burglar an sheriff Then,
with change in his voice, he said.
Better sit down and we'll discuss this
amicable''
Bud seated himself near Clarke and
Bill; Tabywana remained standing
near them, eagerly trying to grasp all
averse to taking Bill into his conf.
dence. He felt that with Clarke as a
witness to Bills statement he had
gained the essential point his case
needed.
"You fellers have guyed me for
years about Cash Hawkinss death,
amt you? Now it's my turn"
So Bud was going to try to make
a sensational arrest through Bill, and
thus win the county over to him and
secure another election to the office of
sheriff. Should he call Jim at once,
Bill wondered. He determined to wait
and see if Bud meant to declare his
intentions
Ancient history, that. -ud," he said
Forgotten long ago.
But Bud answered, mot by his
friends and relatives about jansen
"Oh. they're still looking for some
body to scalp. eh? Better let sleep
ing dogs lie. Bud. Perhaps he could
reason the Sheriff out of this scheme:
perhaps convince him that it was not
a profitable move on his part, and that
he would in such case have the other
party against him if he ever attempt.
ed to use these unfair means.
His thoughts were INTERRUPTED by
Bud who said with knowing look at
Clarke. you'll have to hand that gun
over to me, Bill
''Will II"
Bud rose, and with certain amount
of assumed dignity said, 81 demand it
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